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Scene #25
"Will you promise not to scream if I release you?" Samantha
nodded her head in response. She slowly felt his hand fall away
from her mouth, and cringed from the loss of that warmth. She still
felt the heat emanating from his back burning a pattern into her
back, even through her dress. She slowly turned to face him,
attempting to keep her reaction calm and callous. "What do you
think you are doing accosting me like that?" She put her hands on
her hips and stood before him like a demon unleashed. Anger seemed
to be seeping out of even her pores. "I wanted to talk to you.
I wanted to let you know I’ve returned." His eyes washed over her
body making a long, sensual perusal that almost made Samantha take
a step back. He had changed a lot, but, then again, he hadn’t
changed at all. He looked the same to her but there was something
different in his eyes. Something primal, something very, very
masculine. "Well, now I know." He smiled. "Have you missed me?"
He was running his fingers across her bare shoulders, sending
shivers down her spine. "Why would I? I barely remember you."
It was a lie and she knew that he recognized the fact by the
twinkle in his eye. "Really? As for me, I thought of you each day
and night that I was away. You occupied my mind every waking
moment." He took a step towards her. "Yet for five years, you
did not attempt to contact me. I find your lies hard to swallow,
Mr. Gilliam." She scoffed at him. "I remember how you felt in
my arms, Samantha. Do you think of that night? When I held you in
my arms and took your virginity? When I possessed you?"
Samantha noticed the dangerous gleam in his eyes. She should have
run, but her feet had failed her and were stuck like glue to the
floor. He was mesmerizing her with his soft, seductive words.
"I...I vaguely remember that night." She knew she should not
have said it. She saw the rage flash in his eyes and regretted the
challenge that she seemed to have offered him. Regretted it until
the moment he took her in his arms and crushed her to his chest.
She could do nothing but look up into his eyes as he lowered his
mouth. Stopping just before his lips touched hers, she could
feel their breath mingle. "Maybe you need to be reminded." He
brushed his lips across hers, causing her to sigh. The moment her
lips parted, he thrust his tongue in her warm mouth and began to
dance with her own tongue. This was madness. She was angry at him,
she shouldn’t be allowing him to kiss her. After all, who did he
think he was that he could walk away five years ago and now think
he could resume their affair? Yet she was melting against him, and
her mind was turning into a black void. She couldn’t think of
anything except the feel of his lips on hers and the heat of his
hands on her back. She recognized his kiss for what it was. An
attempt to possess, to have control over her. Sadly for her, he was
winning the battle. She didn’t realize that he had let go of her
body and was leaning back, drawing her into the kiss. Now it seemed
that she was the one seeking his lips, seeking his kiss. Once the
realization set in, she abruptly broke off the kiss and glared at
him. "See, my darling, you didn’t forget. You still crave me
the way that I crave you." He was smug and confident, and it
infuriated her. She ran her hands down to smooth her skirt. "You,
sir, are mistaken. I just wanted to see if the kiss was as good as
I remembered or if it was a silly schoolgirl infatuation. I see I
was correct." She raised an eyebrow at him to see if he would
question her further. "Remember one thing, Samantha,
you belonged to me first." He crossed his arms in front of him and
leaned against the wall. "And you will belong to me last."
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