2/5 ~ If you can't be with the one you love...
She watched him from the ruins of her freehold, feeling her heart
threaten to rip from her chest. He sat, stoic, always watching.
Protecting her and her family, protecting what was left of her
home. Protecting them against the stifling night that had finally
begun to fade. Before her sat her rock, the one who would always
persist, and always be there for her.
It broke her heart.
He had offered himself to her. He had offered her the world in the palm of his hand. His love, his passion, his mind…and she could not accept. As much as it pained her, as hard as she tried to fight it…she could not accept. She cared for Max, she could not deny that. Below the care was the ever underlying fear of retaliation. It was said that a woman scorned was something to fear…but she could not push aside the fear that a Man scorned was even worse.
She turned her face away from him, knowing that he would see her tears. Knowing that he would gather her in his arms and kiss her pain away. Knowing that she would see the façade crack and melt away, and watch his eyes burrow into her very soul.
She had made her choice. Life was never easy, making choices was never easy. Letting someone you love slip through your fingers, in hopes that you can make the lives of your people easier…was never easy. He had looked at her with desire, need in his eyes. She didn't know what to think of it, how to feel about it. The way that he crumbled before his passions was something she'd not felt. She had never had someone go from cool and collected to…pushing her against a wall, firey kisses communicating his need.
A shiver ran through her body as she thought of the passion in his eyes, the lust, the need that he had shown her whenever they were alone for more then 10 minutes. The way that first, hesitant kiss had taken her by surprise; him atop her in the mountain spring, his hands on her sides; his hard body pressed against her in the castle, his body taunt as he practically begged her to give him the permission he desired.
She bit her lip and turned from the window, trying desperately not to think of him. She failed, over and over again. She sank into the bed of blankets she had prepared for him…they were untouched, his night spent watching over her. Her eyes closed and she let out a very soft sigh.
She could still feel his arms around her. His body pressed against her as he pulled her into his lap, into his embrace, his lip seeking hers. A tremor ran through her body and her fingers tightened on the blankets surrounding her. His pure, unharnessed passion made her want to forget Max, forget the promise that she had made to the Baron. She wanted to lose herself in Brandon's gaze and forget for a moment, all that surrounded her.
Her eyes closed as she struggled within her own mind. Brandon's hands moving down her body, pressing him closer to her, his need evident in the fury of kisses he gave her. She let out a soft, needy moan as she sat, unable to tear her mind from the man that was encompassing her every thought. How would he feel pressed against her? She had seen him shirtless, his muscular body. He would dominate her without a second thought…and the vision that brought to her mind sent her heart racing.
But she knew who had collared her, who owned her. His name was forming in her mind as she felt him slide beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder. She allowed her head to lean against Max, letting out a soft sigh. She needed to concentrate on rebuilding, on fixing her city, destroying the Dauntain. Then...then she could fix this. She could send Max back to his castle, bring Brandon into her life...
She sighed softly, allowing her mind to drift and swirl around her dreams.
It broke her heart.
He had offered himself to her. He had offered her the world in the palm of his hand. His love, his passion, his mind…and she could not accept. As much as it pained her, as hard as she tried to fight it…she could not accept. She cared for Max, she could not deny that. Below the care was the ever underlying fear of retaliation. It was said that a woman scorned was something to fear…but she could not push aside the fear that a Man scorned was even worse.
She turned her face away from him, knowing that he would see her tears. Knowing that he would gather her in his arms and kiss her pain away. Knowing that she would see the façade crack and melt away, and watch his eyes burrow into her very soul.
She had made her choice. Life was never easy, making choices was never easy. Letting someone you love slip through your fingers, in hopes that you can make the lives of your people easier…was never easy. He had looked at her with desire, need in his eyes. She didn't know what to think of it, how to feel about it. The way that he crumbled before his passions was something she'd not felt. She had never had someone go from cool and collected to…pushing her against a wall, firey kisses communicating his need.
A shiver ran through her body as she thought of the passion in his eyes, the lust, the need that he had shown her whenever they were alone for more then 10 minutes. The way that first, hesitant kiss had taken her by surprise; him atop her in the mountain spring, his hands on her sides; his hard body pressed against her in the castle, his body taunt as he practically begged her to give him the permission he desired.
She bit her lip and turned from the window, trying desperately not to think of him. She failed, over and over again. She sank into the bed of blankets she had prepared for him…they were untouched, his night spent watching over her. Her eyes closed and she let out a very soft sigh.
She could still feel his arms around her. His body pressed against her as he pulled her into his lap, into his embrace, his lip seeking hers. A tremor ran through her body and her fingers tightened on the blankets surrounding her. His pure, unharnessed passion made her want to forget Max, forget the promise that she had made to the Baron. She wanted to lose herself in Brandon's gaze and forget for a moment, all that surrounded her.
Her eyes closed as she struggled within her own mind. Brandon's hands moving down her body, pressing him closer to her, his need evident in the fury of kisses he gave her. She let out a soft, needy moan as she sat, unable to tear her mind from the man that was encompassing her every thought. How would he feel pressed against her? She had seen him shirtless, his muscular body. He would dominate her without a second thought…and the vision that brought to her mind sent her heart racing.
But she knew who had collared her, who owned her. His name was forming in her mind as she felt him slide beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder. She allowed her head to lean against Max, letting out a soft sigh. She needed to concentrate on rebuilding, on fixing her city, destroying the Dauntain. Then...then she could fix this. She could send Max back to his castle, bring Brandon into her life...
She sighed softly, allowing her mind to drift and swirl around her dreams.