Shadow Lover

She looked down at the pages that littered the floor of her room and looked back up at him again, seeing Quinn for what he really was. He wasn’t only jealous of Kirk, he was jealous of her mind—her writer’s mind—because that was where every male protagonist that Chyna had ever created lived. It was true that she fell in love with her heroes, but it was something every female writer did. It meant nothing. But to Quinn, if Chyna loved them, they were enemies—paper enemies—another adversary for him to overcome. It was that elusive part of her that belonged to her alone—a place deep inside her that he couldn’t invade except to cast contempt upon them, and destroy them before her eyes.

Looking at the horror in her eyes, he said, "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"Stay away from me Quinn Grayson," she whispered.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. "Did you ever make it with a crazy man?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy. “Who knows, you might like it."

Chyna struggled when he suddenly grabbed both her arms and pulled her against him.

"It'll give you something to put in your next book. You have to be careful though, and describe it just right. You know, every kiss, every moan, every groan, every erotic feeling that goes through you during every fucking plunge."

She turned her head away so he couldn't see her tears, but he grabbed her hair and turned her face back toward his.

“Don’t turn away from me, bitch,” he said, then pulled her roughly to him and rubbed himself against her so close she could feel every curve of his body. “Don’t hold me like that, Quinn, let me go."

"What? The little slut that writes the trashy novels is getting virtuous?"

"You bastard, I write what I have to. Sex sells."

"Speaking of selling, what would you take for a little action, huh?"

"You're a pig!" she yelled, then spat in his face.

After quickly wiping at his face, he backhanded her so hard, she landed on the bed. Standing over her, he unbuckled his belt and shouted, "For once in your life, you're going to deliver, you smut-writing little cockteaser. You're not going to wiggle that sexy little ass around Quinn Grayson and get away with it,"

In only seconds he fell on her, his heavy body pinning her to the mattress. His hands were all over her, and he cursed as her clothes seemed to resist his invasion. His heavy breathing was loud in her ears, and she felt his cock growing and pushing against her. All of a sudden he came up off her and practically flew through the air, thudding loudly against the opposite wall. Chyna felt a bolt of horror go through her when she looked up and saw a dark hulking figure with a scarred up face bending over her.

With compassion in his flashing blue eyes, he asked, "Are you all right, Ms. Marsh?"

"Y-yes," she whispered with a trembling voice.

As he reached out to help her up from the bed, he was violently grabbed from behind.

"You sorry scarred up freak, get your hands off her."

Kirk turned and backhanded Quinn, sending him reeling.

Quinn looked up at Kirk with his mouth bleeding. "What's the matter, Frankenstein. Afraid I won't leave any for you?"

"Shut your filthy mouth, Quinn, and get out of here."

"Don't tell me what to do, you ugly monster. Why in hell don't you go back down to your stinking dungeon and die."

Kirk stalked toward Quinn, his scarred face full of fury. He grabbed Quinn by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards through the door.

Quinn stumbled, hitting the corridor wall with a thud. "You son of a bitch. You think she's gonna look at you, with that face? What's the matter? You think ugly turns her on?" He pulled himself up, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Well, good luck, Frankenstein, you're gonna need it." Quinn turned away laughing, his laughter echoing down the dark corridor.

Kirk turned toward Chyna. When he saw her curious eyes raking over his grotesque face he quickly turned away, allowing only the undamaged part to show.

She was speechless as she sat there and stared. It was the first time she had ever seen him outside his draping shadows, and somehow her tongue wouldn’t move. It wasn’t fright, but surprise that closed her mouth. His hair was dark and long like Quinn’s, and he was built slightly huskier than Quinn’s slim frame. Being careful not to scare him away, she rose from the bed gently, and hesitantly walked over to him. Very carefully, she reached out and touched his arm.

ADULT EXCERPT

Kirk saw the shock in Chyna’s eyes when she looked at him, but he didn’t turn away. He knew that if they were ever going to have something she would have to see what she was getting, so he stood there, not hiding, but letting her look at him.

After what seemed like an eternity, she lifted her hand, and he stepped into the wide, smooth groove beside her. The space was cramped, their bodies pressed together, and their eyes locked in a hot, magnetic gaze.

The wind whipped violently around them, but within the groove of the rock, their words echoed in the small chamber.

"I was afraid you wouldn't come," she whispered, then moved, her sweater falling down, exposing her shoulder and the inviting rise of her cleavage. Kirk’s eyes shifted toward the appealing roundness, and Chyna felt his finger blaze a bold trail across her breasts and down into the valley between them.

"Look at my face, Chyna,” he said as he watched his finger travel across her soft skin. “Look at me in the daylight. Look at the scars that were hidden in the darkness."

"Kirk," she whispered, reaching up and caressing his scarred face. "I see every line, every flaw, and it doesn't make any difference. Don't you know by now that I don't care about your scars? She looked longingly at his sensuous mouth and the blue flash of his eyes.

"Chyna, think about it," he whispered urgently. "Are you sure this is the face you want to see above you?"

"Oh yes," she urged, looking at his unbelieving eyes. "I'm not blind, Kirk. I see the scars, every one of them, but no ugliness. To me you’re the most handsome man I've ever known."

Kirk leaned down slowly and Chyna sighed as he pressed his soft, delicious lips against hers. He sensuously parted them in a delightful exploratory kiss, and Chyna moaned as she opened up to him. He kissed her over and over again as his arms surrounded her, pulling her to him. She could feel his hard body as it pressed her down on the smoothness of the unrelenting rock. Then releasing her lips, he breathed heavily into her ear, speaking her name softly.

With the heat of the moment racing through her, Chyna began to feel the most base, impure need to feel him, to taste him. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it back, then opened her mouth and drew on his shoulder, feeling his hard muscles rippling beneath her touch. She buried her fingers in his thick, dark hair, closing her eyes as his mouth moved along her neck and breasts. Then she began to move her hungry lips and tongue along his chest and neck.

She could taste and smell a faint aroma of spice and foam. Then her ravenous hands went exploring along his arms and back. She moaned as he began pulling her sweater down and surrounding her breasts with his large hands.

As the cool wind whistled mournfully she began unbuckling his pants, feeling a desire inside her as strong as the elements around her. As the wildness of the wind whipped and raged, her desire flared as it never had before. His hungry mouth covered her nipples and began to suckle hungrily on them.

The rock trembled under the force of the elements, then the surf reached them, saturating them with the pounding ocean. The wild surf went unnoticed as the two of them quickly stripped off the rest of their soggy clothes and devoured each other with their hungry mouths. Chyna felt like a wanton bitch hungering for her mate. She arched her back as the electricity of pleasure streaked through her time and time again. As the wind blew, the ocean heaved wave after wave upon them, puddling their bodies in the restless water.

Having Kirk so near after wanting him for so long was potent, and the desire building inside her made her want to literally inhale him. Nestled in the yawning chasm of the rock, they were at the mercy of each other's desire that was pounding just as furiously within them as the wind and surf. Wet flesh touched wet flesh and neither could stop. Kirk teased her with his hands until Chyna began writhing like a snake, ready for him to enter her. Wild with desire, she couldn’t wait, but reached down and took his pulsing shaft in her hands, pushing it against her sensitive opening.

When she felt the first delicious thrust of penetration, her moans mingled with the violent crashes of the ocean as it saturated them once again. It seemed the wildness of the winds and waves orchestrated their every movement, and as if taking his cues from the very elements Kirk began a wild movement above her, recklessly burying himself deeper and deeper inside her. She lifted her legs, and cried out as Kirk’s violent plunges seemed in competition with the waves. Although the relentless tides were savage, Kirk was giving her a ride even more exciting than the wind and the surf. She grabbed him, holding on as they moved together toward paradise.

Kirk's passion mounted as he sank inside Chyna to the very hilt, pulling her upwards to meet his thrusts then pushing her hard into the gathered ocean as if trying to force her down deeper and deeper into the dark cavity of the rock. Chyna felt his size was tearing her apart but knew she would die if he stopped. The insides of her thighs were wet not only with the ocean, but with her response to Kirk's wild, untamed sex. She wound her legs around his waist welding them together, both climbing toward glorious release.

Then as Kirk neared the summit, his face contorted as he exploded inside her. Chyna moaned aloud as she felt his juices flood her and felt her own release right behind his. She arched her back as she felt consumed with a series of pulsing orgasms that caused her cunt to grasp his column and contract over and over, reluctant to let him go.