AWAKENING (17 page)

Selange kept her eyes on
Alfonzo. He wore only boxers. Although, she was angry as heck, she had to admit he did look delicious. T
hat body was a mass of
lithe muscle.
Alfonzo boasted an eight pack, she counted the indentations
. The tan of his skin and the glossy black hair and u
nusual blue eyes were exotic. He was more than an attractive man, he was masculine beauty personified.
His skin glistened like gold if that’s possible and the tattoos prominently displayed on his
body were a
masterpiece
.
She felt
weak;
she’d given this man away, hadn’t she? Yes, if she were honest, the affair crushed him and implied he wasn’t enough when he was more than
enough;
it was her curiosity which led her down the rabbit hole.
Here she was again, going into that
rabbit
hole
, but this time it was to save her ex from himself.

Selange’s
feline eyes absorbed the healed scars
on his
body, fitting perfectly with the image of the
dark soul of the
man. She stood in front of him, tall and proud, staring into his
drunken
face
. Her eyes were drawn to
her name
,
etched
large and
bold on his upper arm. He noticed the direction of her gaze and followed it, twist
ed arrogantly and gave a
subtle flex to his bicep
and
the muscle
jumped. S
he
now understood
the
depths of his misery. Not only was
s
he tatted on his skin, the ink mingled with his blood
and he was flooding it out with booze
.

Selange became warm, there was a heat in the room, climbing into her skin and threatening to burn her alive. Standing before Alfonzo in his domain, with naked women at her back was like walking through the doors of hell and finding a
handsome
demi-
god.

The powerful legs
widened
and his head
rose
questioning
ly. The purpose of her visit nearly lost in
her fogged brain. The
words faltered in the den of seduction and sounded weak to her ears. “
The
IRS
fr
o
ze my assets.
Why didn’t you tell me about your
legal problems?
I might
be
charged
as a co-
consirator
.
”

He didn’t say anything. He wasn’t listening.
He existed in a haze, surrounded with images of a woman with rich black hair, brown silk skin, fierce hazel eyes and the most kissable mouth.
The cherry lips were saying something but his
attention
lie elsewhere. The curves of her sexy body were speaking and that’s all he heard.

“
Alfonzo,
did you hear what I said, I’m in trouble
?”
She realized he was smashed. The man was spiraling out of control. “What’s wrong with you?”

He
ignored her question
, captivated by her
and i
nebriated beyond
decency. This
image
of the woman he loved continued to haunt him
. Selange
followed him
everywhere;
he couldn’t get her out of his head.
He
visually
undressed
the apparition,
the y
earning exacerbated
by the sultry music and
champagne
.
This is how it was for him at times. Alcohol dulled the pain of loss. None of the others compared to his vision and in the
liquor induced
haze; he
reached out
a
nd
seized the
womanly form. The mind c
an
alter perception and drink
can
fool the senses, but this felt real
.
He clutched his love by the waist and brought her roughly
atop his
torso. He
inhaled a familiar
sweet s
cent
and reclined.

S
elange tried to wiggle loose
and
met hard resistance. He
clutched
her waist so tight she thought he’d lost his mind
,
for real, not to mention her ass in the skimpy lace panties w
as on full
display
. S
elange stopped moving
. The side of her cheek pancaked his chest and the
erratic beating
which
echoed from his ribcage, caused her
worry.
He was hurting, he had to be. Everything he was doing
was
to numb the pain
and t
his made her sad. She closed her eyes tight, trying to think of a way to
reach
him.
“Alfonzo, honey, I got you. It’s okay.” She whispered.

H
is hands
cupped her face
, brought it up a fraction and
search
ed
for something in it.
H
e massaged her cheekbones with his thumbs
in a circular motion
. “
Babe,
I need you so damn bad
, my demons are back
.”

She cried in her soul at this confession. They
both
required a soul-renovation. They were
in
hell
w
ithout each other and
tonight she was stronger and would pull him out. S
he nodded
sadly
. “
I’m here
,
honey. Let’s
fight them off together
.
You and me, like old times, remember?
”

His mouth formed a familiar sideways grin, “Yeah.” Then he brought her
face down and his mouth
sealed hers and the
kiss was of liquor and wine. She tried not to think of his guests, instead she focused on him. Her
initial
thoughts were to
back-out, run for the door, loving him wasn’t a spectator sport, yet she was shut-in hell with him and
those watching from the outskirts were shadows of their sins. Weakness, carnal cravings,
mistrust, disloyalty are what brought them into Satan’s hole and the fuel of wine gave it a firmer hold. Alfonzo had
constructed walls around his pain
,
aside from the loss of his
marriage;
he’d lost a good friend. He and Vincent were tight,
geez,
the
y
were like brothers, always cracking on each other and…

The emotional toll
became
too great. She closed it out. Closed out everything and decided she’d
endure the flames if it brought him comfort. His hands w
ere hot coals, scorching through her clothes
and
the
kiss
so damn hard it
overpowered her
, leaving her breathless. The pace at which he moved gave her no room to squirm lo
ose. He held her steadfast, slipping his tongue deep into her mouth and she
was forced to
suck
it
dry of the bitter
champagne
until she too became dizzy with intoxication
or die
d
from suffocation
.
He flexed forward, hiking her dress up over her head, breaking the kiss to do it then tossed it in the air. The garment flapped like a flag blowing in the wind
and
in a swirl of fuchsia
it
floated to the floor. He was relentless in his quest to strip her bare and with the hands of an expert unclasped her bra
. It
remained cushioned between the swell of soft breasts and a hard chest. The barrier’s came down, they were being stripped away, layer by layer and at some point she felt another pair of hands yanking f
ree her lace panties. The hands could only be the spectator’s, wanting to join the intimate game. But, Selange had no predisposition for
women;
she preferred the hard, firm anatomy of a man. Her legs closed discouraging any feminine exploration and she slid up
on
Alfonzo’s
body.
He saw her eyes, smiled at her displeasure and she frowned at his wicked teasing. He dared her to
chicken out
and she considered it. She w
as strictly a dick-chick and by no means would he or anyone else convince her otherwise.

“Scratch me.” He said.

“What?”

“Scratch me,” he repeated lifting her wrist and she flopped back down to him. He took her fingers and raked them across his chest leaving a red angry mark. Tiny pin-pricks of blood pee
ped out
from his skin and the crazy sonovabitch chuckled. It’s as if he sobered from the infliction of pain. “Shit, I thought I was fucking dreaming.”

“You’re crazy…I’m leaving, enjoy your party. I don’t do orgies
.
”

He rubbed her throat
and
kissed it, grunting like a hungry animal in heat, she was rolled b
eneath him, pinned by his mouth, forcing her head to recline as he kissed away her protest. The heat generated by his body covered her and the muscled torso and limbs were a shield from any female exploration. He had answered and shut-out the women. His body language making it clear this was an exclusive one-on-one contact sport. They were welcome to sit on the sidelines and watch or go play elsewhere.

His mouth was a seal, preventing conversation. He spoke through the intensity of his kiss
and
removed his boxers without breaking the seal
. His warm hands
gripped her under the knees
to drag her down and she stared at him with innocent girl eyes wanting
him, yet afraid he’d
take
what he want
ed then discard her in the dawn. She wanted to cry, because she loved him and didn’t know what else to do but give in.

Alfonzo had her legs, putting them around his waist, wasting little time in claiming what he needed. Selange would not understand
,
it was hard for him to articulate the overwhelming craving for her.
The longing overtook him and he was helpless to control its forc
e. When he pushed inside of her, his intent was to pillage
and satiate his need. The all-consuming invasion
caused her vaginal walls to spasm and her cervix elongated to accept
him and
she came in such a fluid rush she surprised herself.
She didn’t realize how
ravenous
her
longing
for
Alfonzo
truly was until
this hour. He
knead and s
queez
ed her buttocks as the circular strokes occurring below
caused her to whimper from carnal joy.

In the rotating flames of a fiery heat, he spread her legs then flexed
them to her chest
, rolling and
pump
ing
into her depths
a
s his weight sent her knees colliding with her
breasts. He had her in his clutches,
and
the escape route had closed. He
completely occupied every inch of her, leav
ing her but one choice, to grip him using her vaginal muscles until
he slipped away then came back with explosive surges that made her vibrate.
The consummation left no doubt he planned to possess every part of her and leave her no air to breathe.

Alfonzo
maneuver
ed
her
body
into a half-twist,
and had one of her legs high on his side, the other flat on the seating. He
put
his
leg to the floor to use as a brace and
this time glided in and out with rigid control, protracting with deliberate intent, letting air fan the creamy fluids coating his shaft
and the position brought an intense stimulation of every nerve ending in her body, sending her arms out blindly to hold onto something, anything to bring her back down to earth
.

Goddamn Kelly, I really can’t feel my legs…no shit, her mind screamed in response to the sexy song playing in the background.