Deception Chapter 3

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I hated going out with Jenna, she always made me feel more tied down and reserved because of my marriage. She made my wedding ring, feel like a ball and chain. She was eyeing up the men in the club, pouting her lips at the guys she found attractive. I thought of my husband at home, probably reading - pretending that the fact i was in a nightclub was ok with him. Selfconciously i started to spin my ring round and round. Then I saw him. 2

In the dark of the club he looked ghostly. His wide shoulders were hunched, I could feel the discomfort rolling off him in waves. His blue eyes flashed towards me, and he curled his fingers beckoning me to go to him. That single movement of his fingers made my heart somersault. A new song began to vibrate through the large speakers, I hardly heard Jenna as she asked where I was going, I heard her gasp at my stranger. His looks were not missed by anyone in the club, women everywhere were closing in. His eyes never left mine. The heat of the club was intense, and when I reached him and stood within inches of him I could feel the heat coming from his skin. The left side of his mouth pulled up into a half smile and then he took my hand, not in a romantic, flirty way but in an urgent grasp. However, he gently led me to the corner of the club, it was dark and the music was not as deafening. I had to look up at him still, even with high heels on. 3

"I'm glad I was able to finally find you" he breathed, his voice even in a whisper was hard and deep. His dark hair was pulled back from his forehead, it was wet and looked like he had only ran his fingers through it. We were standing so close to each other, our bodies almost touched. 4

"mmm...yes" 5

I was finding it difficult paying attention to his words, he said something else but I wasn't listening. I looked him over, his shirt was open low on his chest, accentuating his muscular shoulders. It was a dark colour, but not black like the jacket he wore over it. 6

when I met his eyes again, he was waiting for an answer. 7

"what did you say?" I asked, I moved closer to him, breathing him in. I was mesmorised, his presense was so calming, I felt safe which was ridiculous, I did not even know his name. I could feel the cold of the wall on my back. It sent shivers up my spine. All I knew was that the man before me provoked a hunger, an urge within me.8

"You look..." This time he paused and ran his eyes over my short cut dress, he let out a small groan and pressed himself against me. I could feel his hardness against my leg. 9

His face was buried in my hair, I could feel him breathing me in as I did the same to him. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, my skin was craving his touch. His other hand wound itself around my waist and up my back pulling me closer to him, he continued to breath me in, and I was suddenly taken over by him, I rolled my head back as he lay gentle kisses on my neck, moving round to my jaw and up to my mouth. Where he stopped. 10

Kissing my mouth seemed too personal, I waited; watching his eyes as he hesitated - unsure on what he should do. He still held me close and my heart was still pounding - he could probably feel it against his own. His mouth was set but his eyes were unsure, he was still debating it but this sudden stop pulled me back to reality. Jenna could be watching. 11

I swallowed.12

"If you're not going to kiss me again, let me go...my friend could be watching" 13

slowly, as if relenting his hands removed me. I took a deep breath of clean air. 14

"We can leave..." he said, more of a command than a suggestion. 15

I nodded at him, but walked away. When I found Jenna, she was stradling a cute blonde, who looked ten years younger than her. She hardly paid attention to my lies that I felt sick and was going home, I almost felt stupid thinking that she would have found watching me a priority.16

She waved me off and continued to lick the blonde boy's ear. 17

My stranger was outside, the streetlight illuminating his handsome features. His hair shone wet in the light, his eyes gleamed at me as I came out of the club. The night air felt fantastic, moist and cold against the skin on my arms and legs. My hair covered my back and neck. 18

A group of women were just entering the club as I came out and one of them cackled loudly and seductively asked my stranger; 19

"Wanna come in for a drink sugar?" her tongue wrapped around the word "drink" as if it were a code word or a hint. My stranger flickered his beautiful eyes over her face and then away from her. 20

"Fuck you" she said incredulously.21

By this time I was by his side, looking up into his face. Without looking at me, his fingers slide through mine and he started to walk down the silent street. He didn't talk to me, but his arm remained closed against his body so I walked closer to him that necessary. He seemed to be enjoying the night like I was. The air was thick and cold, with the scent of salt. The dark sky was streaked with a deep blue and I noticed that his shirt was a similar colour. The streets were empty but for streetlamps, but I was thankful for it. His presense was such an ease, it was almost like being by myself. My heels clicked across the pavement and I could see our shadows as we passed street lamp after street lamp. 22

My hair bounced as we walked at his pace, I wasn't nervous or worried, or feeling remotely guilty. This strange man seemed to lift any negative feeling I had. It was the strangest most purest feeling I had ever felt. I wanted him to possess me, and I knew he would. 23

"Where are we going?" I whispered, he looked down at me immediately, evaluating my face. 24

"It is not far" he said simply and continued to look ahead and around in calm as if we did this all the time. 25

We reached a handsome old building, steps lead up to the brown front door and he pulled a single key from his pocket and after leading me up the steps unlocked the door. The entire place was dark, but from the street lamp, yellow light streaked into the windows. I could see his face, his handsome strong features. His expression was hard to enterpret. He looked down at me as we stood side by side in his hallway. He slipped off his jacket and took my hand again to lead me upstairs. 26

His house was dark and calm, like he was. There was a faint smell of lavender as we turned corner after corner until we reached his bedroom. He opened the door and pulled me gently inside, we still had not spoken a word but I didn't care, it seemed unnecessary to even think as he shut the door noiselessly. I stood with my back against the wall of his bedroom. 27

"You are not nervous" he observed, his deep voice echoed through me. I knew I wasn't, and as he stepped even closer to me I forgot to answer, again he breathed deeply as he kissed my neck and up behind my ear, I could feel myself melting into him, so slowly I hardly knew he had, he lifted me, holding me against his body. The silence of the house remained as we moved to his bed, falling onto the cold duvet. He hovered above me, treating me with care. I felt as though he was being cautious not to hurt me. I had never been treated so delicately. His hands were softer than satin, they held my body beneath him. 28

My fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, as he looked into my eyes. I still felt like he was evaluating me - there was such caution and apprehension in his eyes it was as though he couldn't control himself. After I removed his shirt I heard his shoes hit the wooden floor and his hands lifted me up against his body. His chest was muscular and almost hairless, it was perfect. He almost seemed too good to be true.29

The zip of my dress gently tickled my back as he undone it. He was careful to remove my hair as he did this, and as he pulled my dress away from my body, he pulled my hair forward, breathing it in, and feeling the skin on my back and my neck. His hands were warm and soft, he felt so tender and calm. 30

I looked away from him for a moment, to unclasp my shoes and throw them to join his own. I wore nothing but my underwear, but I felt no nerves as his hands cradled me, it was like he was exploring me. His fingers traced my spine up and over my shoulders, into my hair and then out across my shoulders over my breasts slowly down my stomach until he was able to snap apart my underwear which he discarded. His other hand pushed me slowly down to lie flat onto the bed. My skin shuddered under the cold of the sheets but I continued to undo his trousers, he pulled them down and off and they too, joined the rest of our clothes. 31

Instantly, we came together. I broke our silence first, having never felt that impulse before. I had only slept with one person my whole life and had never understood the appeal until now. As soon as I gasped his head snapped up in worry, to reassure him that I was ok, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face with my hands to face me. I opened myself to him, and he thrust again harder and deeper as if reaching for something within me. He closed his eyes and without a warning he kissed my lips. His kiss was gentle, soft, moving slowly to open my lips, making them move in a way I'd never kissed anyone. I felt like a virgin again, experiencing everything for the first time. 32

He thrust again, breaking the mesmorising way his lips had brushed mine. 33

Like fire we were suddenly ignited, with my hips I pushed against him creating a rhythme that we were able to explore, feeling the heat increase between us as we pushed and thrust against each other until the pleasure was too delicious, his hands never stopped their slow caress of my skin as we continued to kiss. It was as though it wasn't enough, like I wasn't close enough to him. His warm chest brushed mine each time he thrust faster into me. There was a jolt, a small explosion between us and we collapsed, breathing heavily against each others necks. 34

My stranger looked up at me and pulling my body to his as he rolled off me and onto his side. 35

I felt enjoyed, I felt valued and wanted. He sighed loudly and held me close to his chest - we didn't say a word.36

I knew that I had done wrong and everytime I thought of what I had done my stomach sank and the taste of sick flooded my mouth, my stranger had fallen into a light doze, his eyes half open in dream. I lay across his chest my hair sprawled down his stomach. I still felt numb everywhere, the way this man I lay against makes me feel, will forever possess me. He posseses me and I don't care. I bit my nails and stared up into the ceiling. 37

His bedroom was very simple, a large double bed, cupboards and dressers and a bookcase stacked full of books. 38

I got up and out of bed to look at them, leaving my dress on the floor I tiptoed naked to the book case. The night air was warm, the streetlight still flooding the bedroom through the window. 39

He had manly books, most of the collections by Sheldon, Samsom, and Harris. There was nothing personal in this room. I continued to look around until I heard a low cough and turned to see him awake. He had gotten under the covers and sat up watching me. 40

I got into bed with him and felt him relax as I pulled myself closer to him, his hair was slightly disheveled from lying down, he didn't smile but his face was calm and less cautious than he had been. His hands wrapped around my waist and he turned onto his side to face me, our bodies pressed together beneath the covers and his fingers traced my cheek bones and my lips. I smiled at his touch. 41

"What is your name?" I asked, bravely for the third time. 42

"Corbin" he whispered in reply, it seemed there were no need to play my mystery man anymore. 43

The name suited him, I had never met a Corbin before. Was there going to be anything about this man that did not make me feel almost new to the world? 44

"Corbin what?" 45

"Senka. Corbin Senka" Bond. James Bond I thought randomly then made myself focus. 46

"Anya" I replied to his unspoken question "Anya Brescan. Who are you?" 47

"Wouldn't you rather talk later?" He whispered sedcutively. He knew how to get what he wanted. 48