Passion of the Different (4 page)

The guards regarded all of this in terrified awe. They continued to watch as Lord Za'Ryan got a double handful of water and splashed the unconscious horse in the face. It woke with a grunt and a jump to get standing. Then he slapped its flank and made a hissing sound and the horse bolted down the small dirt road that ran next to Myra’s home.

His light blue eyes focused on the guards one last time and he flexed his muscles and yelled, “Get going!” The wagon lurched and vanished in less than a minute around the bend. Once he made sure they weren’t turning around for anything stupid, he pivoted and went to Myra. She was staring at him wildly.

He didn’t care at this point what she would think. He folded her into a hug and was shaking as much as she was by then, wondering just what all of his skills were and how long they would continue to hide until something called for them. “I’m sorry,” he started to whisper into her pointed ear as he inhaled the scent of her light blue hair. “I couldn’t stand it. I held back until he grabbed you. I’m so sorry, but he was wrong to do that.”

Myra’s slender hands came up and framed his face, and she pulled back only far enough to stare up into his eyes. “You defended me,” she told him in the same tone he used with her. Her large lavender eyes grew glossy and announced the start of tears. “Nobody has ever defended me, my lord. You put your life in front of mine. How could you do this and not love me?”

He felt dizzy and she sensed it immediately. He leaned against the large cottage walls and took in deep breaths of warm air. Her tears started to fall as concern mixed with her own confused feelings. She tried her best to understand him and felt like she was failing. He got out another set of words and he was careful with his tone, she was all ready crying and he didn’t want that to get worse. “I do love you,” he replied softly. “From the first day we met. I was all confused as to where I was, who I am, what to do and didn‘t know how to tell you or even if I should.”

“No, you don’t love me,” she insisted, but not with anger. Her face was bewildered and she placed her hands on her hips. Then she stared at him with one eyebrow cocked high. A gesture she picked up from him.

“Yes, I do love you,” he insisted back as earnestly.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.

“No,”

“Yes.”

“Prove it, then,” she demanded, her tears stopped but her eyes still glossy.

“Haven’t I already?” he replied, matching her tone and watching her carefully.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she announced sternly, still confused. “From the first day I thought you loved me, you drove me clean up the wall with your antics. I didn’t know what to do or say.”

“Tell me of that first day,” he asked, his deep voice filled with such caring that she couldn’t resist his request.

“When I said the word 'crying' and you had a fight with your mind,” she recalled quickly. “During our discussion afterward, you told me I was beautiful and the other men were fools. That one day you would prove it to me. Then the time came that you threw me on my bed,” she added, and the memory jumped forward for him at last as she went over the details. It also reminded him this was the price for having such a different culture, even if he couldn’t recall his own upbringing and had to react on basic instincts and vague feelings alone. “My feet were throbbing from trying to work as hard as you did. I was mouthing off and you knew it. As I looked up at you, I was ready. I thought then that you would take me into your arms, but no. Instead of affection you did something to my feet I never knew was possible.” He opened his mouth to speak but she placed her hand gently over his lips. “Hear me out, you asked for it.”

He listened like he never had before.

“I knew our people were different from each other,” she explained, her tone starting out neutral but becoming more fond as she spoke. “When you rubbed my feet, I thought that is how you start making love to your women, because it felt so good. I was still ready for you, ready for the promised proof. But your hands wouldn’t stop and I got so relaxed. I don’t remember falling asleep, but I did.” She started to tap her foot and crossed her arms, another trait of his she picked up, and kept her eyes on him as she continued her flashback.

“I decided to cook for you as if you were my husband,” she told him. His eyes grew wide and she nodded. “Yes, spiced food is the good stuff for a reason. I figured if you saw and heard me treat you like mine, you would prove your love and take me. I even told you to ask anything of me.
Anything
. But you made no move and I thought you didn’t love me after all. Then the cold came.” She stopped for a second, held up her hand for a moment to her forehead, then continued with her narration, melodic tone heavy. “I hate the cold. It’s hard for me to get warm. It hurts me. I get pains in my bones when it’s too chilly. You knew this, somehow, as if you could look into my soul. Like I was made of glass. Then you heated up your blanket, wrapped me up in it on the couch and kept me warm. I was ready for you then. You still didn’t take me. Your body… powerful and warm, called to me. I could no longer sleep under a chilly quilt. So I came to you in your own bed and still you didn’t prove anything of love." She hesitated.

"But," he started, and she shushed him.

“I'm not done," she continued. "You didn't understand me and I didn't realize that. So I thought you just pitied my suffering and that was all there was to it. When the cold went away and I felt much better, no more pain from the chill, I was ready to accept another summer of me eating my heart out for you.” She gestured to the road where the scuffle happened. “Then you stop Avrohom. I don’t know what changed him, but he has a lot of power in collecting money for our king. He never really abused it much until today, and never this badly before. At least with me. And you put your life in danger, telling him that nobody touched me like that. I almost passed out! When I thought you were going to get stabbed and die, I felt like dying with you. Do you understand what I’m getting at?” She flew at him, but to embrace and he gladly held her. She started to breathe in short gasps, trying to control her emotions and finally finished, “I’m a woman who lives with a handsome powerful giant of a man who can do anything but love me. I’m sorry if I cry, but I can’t help it.”

Ryan understood now. He heard what he needed in order to do the right thing at last. He gazed down at the top of her head, her face was buried in his bare chest, her slender arms up and around his thick neck. He stooped and picked her up quickly, cradling her in his powerful arms and taking a moment to gaze with his light blue eyes directly into her luminous lavender pools, expressing love and tender understanding all rolled into one. Then he carried her into the house and walked into her bedroom.

“What are you doing, my lord?” she whispered.

“Giving you the proof you require,” he replied, his deep baritone adding weight to the passion in his voice. Then he placed her down onto the bed and his mouth met hers in a fiery clash, a powerful lip dancing deep kiss.

Wine sweet with a touch of living silk, her lips responded with a powerful will of their own. She was hungry for his taste and making no hesitation that she loved him back as intensely. He felt her arms go up and around his neck again and he sighed into her breath. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, they parted. His mouth was now tingling for other parts of beauty and moved to travel down the side of her slender neck.

Her breathing quickened, long light blue hair framed her head and she arched her neck for him. His lips found sensitive skin there and happily munched. Her large lavender eyes rolled in bliss, he knew right where to go and how to nibble. Not too hard and not too light. Then his lips moved down again, took a hold of her leather tank top straps, unlaced them with his teeth as large powerful hands caressed her pale thighs with a gentle and loving touch.

Her own hands found the front of his shorts, the only thing he wore. She undid the elastic tie, then used her calves to take them down, hooked her toes in the waist band when they got low enough and pushed them off. It wasn't long after that when her top sprang loose. Then her leather work pants unlatched at the hip and was yanked out from under her. His bronze skin was like heavenly fire and her mouth flew open and her eyes almost closed against her will when his lips found each of her nipples. Without mercy he licked and sucked, then deliberately nibbled until each rose-pink tip was stiff and throbbing.

Her legs scrambled to lock around his waist, one of her hands trailing down his spine while the other played in his long wavy hair. His munching kisses made a return trip back up her neck, along the side of her throat to under that sexy pointed ear. Large capable hands massaged her lower back, guiding her hips into a surprisingly comfortable position. She moaned out loud, unable to contain the shudders she felt as he started to tease her earlobe. Damn, that big man knew what he was doing and it was driving her wild!

His muscular chest slid up over her nipples and the electricity between them was tangible. He couldn't slow himself down as much as he wanted to, not the first time. He finally had his heart's desire and he wanted to feel her respond with the same intensity. His senses knew she was more than ready however, and as soon as his lips reached the exotic tip of her pointed ear, both hands cupping each of her tight ass cheeks in a light massage between her and the bed, he lowered his muscle tight ass between her perfect thighs and entered heaven.

She gasped, almost convulsed from the shocking thickness of him as he filled her tightly and completely. There wasn't a spot inside that didn't have him embraced as his six-pack abs merged into a pulsing wave with her flat belly. Her back arched with every flowing push, his almost impossible shaft of velvet covered steel calling fluids from her center in large amounts. Her lips found his neck, shoulder and ear, and he responded to that with quicker thrusts, nearly sending shocks of pleasure from her toes to her head. He was so damn potent, her senses were on the verge of overload as she absorbed months of pent-up sexual tension. Her chin rested on his masculine shoulder, mouth open in bliss.

Her whole body responded to him with such a drive, he nearly exploded in the first few minutes of intense contact. Her firm breasts heaved against his chest with each pulse, her long slender neck exposed to his licking whims and she responded with her own style and purpose on his shoulder and neck. Skin like satin and she slid against him with loving ease, as if they were made for each other from day one. A perfect fit. She rolled her knees back as far as she could and squeezed his hips repeatedly with a follow-up flexing of toned inner thighs. She was slick and warm and tight and full of sexual energy. Then she started to moan with that musical accent with each of his thrusts and his body responded with a will to hear more.

He was a hot passionate wave of handsome muscle on her body and she couldn't control her voice any longer. Her hips started to jump and spark on the inside with each of his powerful slides, every single part stimulated at once, from the outside edges to the deepest spot that lit up with a special fire of its own. Her moans were not of her conscious will, but a deep physical reaction to parts that had never before felt as they do now. Never had she thought such love making was possible, and now that he heard her, he did something even more wild. He increased his speed and the jumping sparks deep within rose in power and strength.

Her breathing and hoarse moans became louder in his ears and her nails were starting to bite his back. His hips flared with a building wave of intense pleasure as he felt the small muscles in her belly grow hard, followed with a large flow of hot juices. He knew what was about to happen and it was amazing to him that they would peak at the same time. His own moment almost at hand, he worked her ass with his strong hands, holding her cheeks tightly against him as he powered as fast as he dared without injuring her.

Her mind almost went numb, his speed and sensations flexed into overdrive, and her hips responded with a life of their own against his. Almost like a belly dancer, her lap jiggled with incredible vibrations as he screwed deep and stayed, sliding no longer, super pulsing that deep special spot as fast as her heart hammered. He was huge, so damn thick! Her mouth opened wide and her eyes rolled back, a scream building with the explosion of sparks that became large lightning bolts, rushing to snap out of her and against him. Her body wanted to sit up in a convulsion of exploding pleasure, arching her back and pressing her breasts tightly up against his chest.

His lips clamped down tight where her shoulder met the start of her slender neck, munching the tender spot as his climax reached its limit. He jetted his soul into her with rushing pulses. He heard her scream in release as much as he felt it, mind-blowing to him as his body jumped with spasms of pure love for her, filling her with his heated essence.

The lightning strikes were bolts of pure pleasure and her heart echoed with thunder. They reached from her stomach down to her toes and up to the top of her head. She felt her entire body jerk in the current, that deep special spot exploding along with the rest of her. She knew every inch of her body was rock hard, her thighs gripping his hips and jerking against his pillars of muscle, and that felt so damn powerful it nearly made her pass out. All through the soul moving explosion, she could feel his heat come into her and a happiness like she never felt before settled into every bone. How she loved him, her heart forming feelings that there were no existing words for, no way to express, so deep and powerful they resonated within.