Chapter 22 #2
“All I know,” she spoke over him, still holding his eyes, “is that the man who took me in, who saved me, who I saw laughing today in the village, who got into a snowball fight because a village boy goaded him into it…” She smiled awkwardly and was thrilled to see Daniel do the same.
“He is not a monster. He is not evil or wicked. He is a man who made a mistake, and that he knew he did… in my eyes, that means there is hope.”
“Hope?” He was looking right at her, chin trembling, eyes watery. “What hope?”
“Hope that things will get better,” she said, feeling her own eyes moisten. “Hope that we can get better. Hope that…” Her cheeks flushed and she glanced away. “Hope that our past does not define us and that tomorrow is a better day. And it will be better, Daniel.”
“How can you be so sure?”
She smiled. “I am looking at the reason. Before I came here, I was like you. Maybe not quite so morose and sullen,” she joked softly. “But I was sadder than you knew.”
“And what changed…” His eyes searched her.
“You are what changed,” she said. “You saw me, just as I see you. And I do see you, Daniel. Not who you think you are, but who you truly are.”
“And I see you, Alison. I…” He bit back his words, brow furrowing, the final fight raging behind his eyes. “I see you where your family cannot.”
They looked at one another a moment longer.
Silence fell between them. The intensity of their gaze grew such that even if Alison wanted to look away, she would not be able to. They locked onto one another, cutting through the excess and outside noise so that nothing mattered in that moment save for them and them alone.
She thought to say something else. A final word of encouragement, as if such a thing was needed. But Daniel’s stare finally broke, flicking to her lips and holding onto them, before he met her eyes once more. And that was when she knew how this day would end.
The kiss that followed not only felt natural, but it felt right.
It did not catch Alison by surprise. There was no sense that it came from nowhere or was unearned.
They leaned in together, lips puckered, mouths meeting, the clash of their lips and then tongues not so much an explosion as it was an all-consuming force.
Alison’s hands went to Daniel’s shirt, grabbing hold and pulling him closer.
Daniel’s hands found the side of her face, keeping it there as his tongue explored the inside of her mouth, and as her tongue did the same to him.
They breathed one another in. They accepted the reality of the kiss with no sense that it was wrong to do.
Their bodies came together, the passion behind the kiss grew, and Alison accepted that this time nothing would stop them.
The kiss grew in intensity. It became wilder. Hungrier. It was as if they had been starved for so long that they needed to make up for lost time. Wet and sloppy. Ravishing and driven. Tongues wrestled, teeth nibbled, and moans escaped between each breath.
It was not long before Daniel’s hands moved to Alison’s thighs. He gripped them tight as he pulled away and started kissing down her neck. Alison tilted her head back, exposing her neck fully; each kiss from Daniel sent a ripple of pleasure throughout her entire body so that she was shaking.
Those same hands grabbed hastily at the skirt of her dress, tearing it up and over her thighs.
Daniel was still sitting beside her, but he turned his body as if he meant to throw his leg over her lap.
He did no such thing, but instead used his right knee to spread her legs as his left hand slipped down her thighs and between her legs.
She gasped at his touch and Daniel pulled away.
“I am sorry,” he said as if only just now realizing what he was doing. “I should not… I understand if this is too much…”
Alison very nearly told him not to concern himself with worry. She considered scolding him for daring to suggest such a thing. But the time for words spoken was past them, and action was what would convince Daniel the most.
She made sure to hold his eyes as she reached down and rested her hand on his that was between her thighs. She took it, squeezed, and then opened her legs further as she guided his hand downwards.
“Are you…” Daniel hesitated a moment longer. “Are you certain?”
“I have never been more certain,” she said to him.
He grinned and his eyes flashed understanding. Replacing his lack of certainty was the same hunger that she had seen before.
“As you say, but be warned,” he growled. “From this, there is no coming back.”
“I might say the same to you,” she said, spreading her legs that little bit further.
Daniel growled and pounced. His lips found her mouth and this time the kiss was more akin to being devoured. He kissed her with passion and desire and hungry intensity. He ravished her lips and her face and her neck and anywhere he could find. He made her completely his.
As he did all of this, his rogue hand continued its journey between her thighs until it found her womanhood.
Her eyes widened and then snapped shut as his fingers traced the outside of her lips.
Alison could feel how wet she was, just as she could feel the way her thighs burned.
She kept those eyes shut and leaned back, giving her neck once more to Daniel who latched on as his fingers stroked and played and then gently dipped inside of her.
“Urgh…” she moaned as she felt him enter her. “Daniel…”
He chuckled darkly as his fingers slid deeper inside. She gasped next, her breath catching to feel those fingers spreading her open. It did not feel wrong at all. It did not feel strange or unnatural. It felt… somehow right, a piece of her missing that was now finally back in place.
That was when he started to curl his fingers.
“Oh!” Her eyes shot open, and she nearly pulled away. But Daniel used his other hand to grip her naked thigh and hold her in place. “Daniel…” Her body squirmed and writhed as his fingers curled. “Yes… oh… God… what are you…”
As Daniel pleasured her with his fingers, he started to kiss down her neck and toward her chest. Her dress had a high collar, and instinct saw Alison tearing it open to expose her collarbone. Naturally, Daniel attacked the naked skin without hesitation.
There Alison sat. She leaned back on the couch. Her legs were spread. Her neck and collar were exposed. And Daniel had his way with her as if she was the only thing in the world which mattered.
But it was never going to be enough.
When Daniel pulled his fingers free, she cried out and had to resist the urge to slap him. Such was the pleasure that had been ripped from her body and the need to not see its end.
She widened her eyes pleadingly, her entire body shaking so that it might explode, a whimper on her tongue as she went to speak. “What are you…”
His wicked grin silenced her. As did the way he licked his lips.
“Just remember,” he growled as he shuffled from the couch and fell to his knees. “You asked for this, Lady Alison.”
“Asked for…” She swallowed the lump that rose in her throat. “Asked for what?”
“Everything,” was his answer.
He moved between her legs, and his hands took her by the thighs and spread them open further. As he did, he made sure to look right at her in a way that told Alison she was the only person in the world who mattered. He saw her as he always did, as nobody ever had.
What was more, he wanted her.
That was enough to make her body convulse. All it took was a single look. All she needed was that moment of confirmation. He could have left her right then and Alison might still have felt satisfied with what had transpired. But she knew too that they were far from done.
His hands moved gently up her thighs, stroking them. Her thighs began to tremble and burn. On instinct, she leaned back further and presented herself, knowing what he was going to do, but not daring to ask for it.
Daniel’s eyes flicked down. Hunger was present in them. He licked his lips and smiled with satisfaction and then… he let the moment build…
“Daniel…” Alison was struck by the sudden urge to speak, as if she needed to tell him how much this moment meant. “I need you to know… this is… you and I…”
Before she got the chance to finish, Daniel dove his head between her legs and her world changed forever.
His lips wrapped themselves around the lips between her legs. They latched on, moist and hungry, and started to suck. Her breath caught in her throat, her body went rigid, and she clenched her eyes shut and snapped closed her jaw.
His lips continued to suck her. His tongue dipped inside and licked. He did so to her breathing, to the way her body shuddered and convulsed, somehow in her head as if he knew exactly what she was feeling and what she wanted. No… what she needed.
“Oh…” she moaned as his tongue licked her center. “Yes…” she almost wept as his tongue increased its speed and ferocity. “Yes… Daniel… there… how are you… oh, God!”
Alison had never felt such pleasure. She had never experienced such arousal. Her womanhood swelled in Daniel’s mouth. Her every nerve throbbed. Her blood felt as if it was on fire, rushing through her body, engulfing her so that she might be set alight and burn down the entire house.
She grabbed hold of his head as if for dear life. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on her breathing. From where his tongue and lips worked, pleasure rolled up her body and struck her heart so that it grew bigger and bigger as if it was trying to burst free.
Soon, she felt a new sensation building inside of her.
Alison did not know what it was. She did not know what was happening.
Only that it started between her thighs and spread over her body as it became more intense.
Her entire being was swallowed by it. It felt as if it was grabbing her, wrapping around her, suffocating her so that she could not breathe.
It scared her, at first, the worry that something was terribly wrong.