[Nectar 01.0] Nectar
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She felt a gush down below and he let go of her throat and sniffed the air and then dropped to his knees and reached for her hips.
She spun around and then slid by him back into the closet, the cage. He slowly followed. She reached toward the tranquilizer on the floor, but before she got it he grabbed her hips with freezing cold hands, dropped to his knees, taking her pants and panties down roughly and then his nose was in between her legs. He jerked her down onto the rug, then she was pinned, her legs tangled in her clothes. She felt his tongue there, tasting, seeking. She stretched but couldn’t reach the gun.
If I don’t fight, maybe he’ll take it and he’ll stop. Is it possible?
She started to try to visualize her feelings and push them toward him from her mind. He let out a moan and his cold tongue was pushing hard on her clit and down toward her opening. She shuddered, pleasure spiking and her legs were like mush, wide open. How on earth could the demise of her do this? How could she begin to feel pleasure when she probably had seconds left to live?
She lifted her upper back, so she could see him. His hand flew up and pinned her to the floor by the throat. He was squeezing. She tried not to panic and struggle. It wasn’t easy to fight that reflex. His grip loosened enough to make breathing easier. She felt another gush of fluid down below. He was moaning.
Emotion surged forward in her.
“Tristan? I know you can’t control this. It’s okay,” she whispered, tears streaming down, and then his tongue started to really move and he added suction into the mix. Like a tidal wave a massive orgasm washed over her. It went on and on and on. And on. She thrashed and moaned and then his grip tightened on her throat again and it somehow made the sensations all the more intense. She was on the verge of losing consciousness.
He let go.
Her eyelids fluttered. She looked up. He was standing over her, towering and seeming like a giant. His chest was heaving. His fists were clenched at his sides. He reminded her of a gray, instead of green, Incredible Hulk. He had blood on his chin. He roared. Roared!
Oh fuck…
Kyla scampered backwards against the opened panic room door and looked up to see him lunging for her. She braced herself as he pulled her to standing by the underarms and pushed her against the door, making it snap shut. She was against that door and her feet weren’t touching the floor. It was about to be over, she could feel it, he’d drain her. She wanted to look at him one more time and hoped that somehow inside there the real Tristan, the guy who’d wanted to open his own restaurant, the guy who sang beautifully, and whose smile could light up the room, whose touch lit up her body, who’d swam through the molten lava moat to break down her walls would somehow see her. His gaze was on her throat and he opened his mouth and started to move toward it.
She stared hard into those black depths, trying to will them to be blue, and prepared to try to win the ultimate stare down.
“Tristan, I… love you,” Kyla whispered, feeling her feelings for him well up inside of her.
His gaze came back to look at her eyes, her throat momentarily forgotten. His eyes were starting to change. They were stormy gray, on the verge of turning blue again. She touched his cheek. It wasn’t cold or warm, it was clammy. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. He stood still, his eyelashes fluttering.
Color was returning to his face and his grimace was loosening. He wasn’t totally Tristan yet, but he looked like he could be on his way. A glimmer of hope burst forward in her chest. She gasped as he collapsed and because he still had a hold of her, she fell with him.
He was out cold.
Did I break through or did the tranquilizer finally kick in? What do I do what do I do what do I do?
Should she run back into the panic room? It was still disengaged, so the door should be unlocked. She checked it. It was unlocked.
Should she wait in there until he woke up to see if he was past it or if it’d happen all over again?
What? What?
She caught sight of Sam. What would happen when Sam woke up? Would he attack her, too? She wouldn’t be able to push nice thoughts into his head and hope it’d bring the colour back to his face. If the nice thoughts even worked. It really could’ve just been the tranquilizer.
She yanked her pants back up, grabbed the tranquilizer gun from the floor, and squeezed the trigger, shooting another small dart into Sam’s leg. Then she pointed it at Tristan. Would another dart keep him down longer or would it be lethal? Sam had shot him three times already.
She stared at him, pointing the gun, and trembling all over. He just looked like he was sleeping. Sleeping with blood all over his chin on the floor inside a metal cage in a mess of blood all over the rug. Now that he was down, she should have a bit of time --- she hoped, before he woke up. She sobbed, looking at his gorgeous face and made her decision. She touched her lips to his forehead. He was warm.
“I’m sorry but I have to go,” she whispered softly and touched the cleft on his chin with her fingertips.
She dropped the gun, ran down the stairs, picked up his keys from the table by the door and grabbed her running shoes from near the doorway. She ran out the door carrying them, and put them on while waiting for the elevator, which seemed like it took a dog’s age to arrive.
Three and a half minutes later she was in the back seat of Tristan’s SUV, looking over into the trunk and pulling the zipper open on a black and grey Puma gym bag. In that bag were two big stacks of cash wrapped with elastic bands. One stack was Canadian money and the other was American. There was also a bundle of travellers’ cheques, two changes of clothes for each of them, and both of their passports as well as Kyla’s purse. Anguish sliced through her heart and her veins as she got into the driver’s seat, turned the ignition, and decided to head for the airport.
The End?
What?
A cliff-hanger?
Hopefully, you read the cliff-hanger warnings and aren’t cursing right now.
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Acknowledgements:
Thanks to those who offered to quickly read and provide feedback before Nectar went live (Nicola, Pauline, Rachel, Tiffany, Elaine, Tonya, Mariah).
Thank you, dear reader, for helping me live my dream! I write not for fans or for praise nearly as much as writing because I need to.
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