Day 21: Another Encounter with Him

He wasn't my first time, nor my second.
But he was the first to claim a kiss.
Auntie, always told me: A kiss conveys the heart's deepest secret.
Tristan's kiss had not done such a thing. No, a devil in disguise wouldn't give up his one secret so easy. But he will show one his desire.

~Samantha

The next day, Samantha cough into her hand as pieces of dirt lodged itself into her throat. In her other hand, she held a broom. As the sun shined down on her body, she closed her eyes. Returning her hand to the broom, she went on to sweep more dirt from the front of the house she stayed in. Stopping, she looked at her right hand. Her mind was momentarily drawn back to last night.

Smack!

She glared at the side profile of his face. Slowly, he turned his head back to her. Surprisingly, anger wasn't in those brown eyes of his, but shocked was visible there. Why was he surprised? He had kissed her.

The shocked only lasted for a minute before amusement took it's place. "Remember you kissed back, Princess. It's only a matter of time before you are mine."

Taking the opportunity, she slipped out of his room returning to her room. Standing with her back to the door, she remembered she had kissed back.

Thinking back to that kiss, she reached up, touching her bottom lip lightly. She could still feel the tingling of her lips where they shared a passionate kiss.

"The leader wants to speak with you," said a woman who approached her.

Samantha set her broom against the side of the house. Brushing off the front of her dress, she took a breath inward. Breathing out, she asked, "Where is he?"

"He's in his room." The woman then when up the two steps and disappear into the house.

She moved forward in the direction of his room. Her heart rate speeded up at the thought of meeting him again. So many different emotions raced through her. This man, the one who had kidnapped her, was odd. First he kissed her, and then he calls her his secret pleasure before kissing her again. It was all odd. She didn't understand why he kissed her again if his intention was to anger her. The image of his first kiss to her flashed before her mind.

The moment she entered the door, she was pressed against it. Tilted her head slightly, the kiss deepened a little more. I'm...enjoying this.

Tristan's hand moved to her left shoulder where he slide the sleeve of her dress down, revealing her bare shoulder. She pulled back in an attempt to protest -- create distance between them, but she felt his lips crashing back into hers. His tongue taking the opportunity to slide between her lips.

She felt herself falling. Falling into a basal of pleasure. Her head rested against the door. A moan rose from deep of her throat. Kissing this man was blissful.

After a moment long, he breaks the kiss. She was grasping for air while he seem unaffected. Her eyes were closed, but that didn't stop him. The next thing she felt was his lips against her shoulder.

She felt a smile in his kiss as he made small kisses toward her neck.

"Please --" She breathed out when she felt his mouth working their spell along a sensitive spot. She didn't know what she was asking for, but his next actions only spun her onward.

"Sssh," she hear him say. He reclaimed her lips. The kiss slow and soft, unlike the heated one just moments ago. Her legs had been wrapped around his waistline. Her hand cling together behind his head.

She felt like she was soaring through the sky as they moved from the door. Tristan arms were her clouds of security. His lips her weakness. She couldn't allow herself to do this. Not this.

Falling, her back soon rested on the silky white sheets that made up the bed. Tristan broke the kiss while he climbed over her, placing himself between her legs. His right hand inched her dress up. His other held the back of her head lifting to meet hers. She felt his reaction to her. Her mind was screaming at her to stop.

"You taste as good as the first time," she heard him whispered. His right hand slide up her thigh slowly.

It was at this one moment, where his words registered in her head. The daze bubbled popped like a balloon.

"Get away!" She pushed again slide back quickly. She was quick to pull her sleeve up.

Tristan appeared taken a back by her rejection. He was quick to recover however. "What did I tell you while you are in this room?"

"I will not be subjected to this," she gestured around. "Whatever this is."

Tristan smirked "What this is is nature taking place Princess."

To say she was horrified was an understatement. She was mortified. "I don't -- I didn't ask for this! I hate you." The words not convincing to her own ears.

"No you hate what your father did."

She glared a second longer before sliding toward the end of the bed. Her mind was still slightly cloudy from the lustrous passion. Her core screaming at her to return to his side.

Tristan didn't move from the bed or rather she didn't hear him move. As she reached midway point of the door, she heard his voice, husky and dangerous.

"You, my princess, won't always be able to resist me. Our game of chase has begun and you, my dear, will become mine."

Her hands clenched at her side. She felt the early anger from that night return to her like a dagger. "I become yours the day you make me say those words" With that, she stormed out of the room.

I won't be his. Never. He kidnapped me. Took me away from my home. I will never fall for a man like him. Much less a bandit.