Part 58 (1/2)
”What time is it that you speak of?” He was now holding all his weight up on his arms and any normal man would have crumpled under the strain for so long. I couldn't think here...I needed to move, to create some distance from this muscle cage he held me under. I decided quickly and turned using all my weight to one side until I knocked his arm out and rolled off the bed. My sudden movements caught him off guard and he fell back on his side as I made my escape. I still had the sheet around me and I got to my feet quickly pulling it tighter around my chest like I would have a towel.
”That was cruel, princess” He said full of humour.
”Don't call me that, I am just a girl.” I said backing away from the bed where he still lay. He rolled on his back and laughed heartily.
”Oh No! You are so much more than that! I am a King...did you know that? That will make you my Queen soon enough but for now you will be known as my Princess. No other man will lay eyes on you, no other man will touch you and no other man will speak your name on their lips...but wait, for what is your name?” This question surged movement from him and before I knew what had happened he was stood up and before me. He wasn't as naked as I thought, he had material draped around him like a long skirt tied to his waist by a thick leather belt studded in gold. His wide chest heaved, making his muscled six pack tense as he took his last few steps towards me. He was backing me up against one of the pillars and I soon felt its carvings pressing into the curvature of my spine.
”This is just a dream,” I said aloud to myself, making him c.o.c.k his head to one side. He placed his arms either side of me and leaned down to my ear.
”Then why not enjoy it?” He whispered seductively before kissing my neck. I moaned at the sensations it caused and when he felt my succ.u.mbing need he wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me roughly into him. I bent to him and molded myself into his raptures. His lips searched out mine and he crushed against me forcing my mouth to open to him. It did...willingly. One strong hand worked its way up my neck, holding it there for a second in a demanding primal way, before travelling upwards to grasp a handful of my hair. There he steered my head to the side to gain better access to my lips. It was like being devoured by a pa.s.sionate beast, his lips moving, grinding, sucking my own until my legs turned to liquid. He was holding me up to him and I gripped onto his back, digging my nails down his skin under the erotic onslaught I was enduring.
He only released me when he knew my need for air. I was panting in his arms as he kissed my hair line.
”Such pa.s.sion that flows through your veins, how responsive you are to my touch...like you have felt it before?” He was looking back at me, taking in my face for his answers. It didn't take him long to find them.
”You are mine from a different time aren't you?” I simply nodded.
”Then I do not have long to keep you.” He said to himself. He nodded once before making up his mind and then took my hand in his.
”Then come, come and see the reason you are here.” He turned towards the open walls that were so symbolic to my current situation. Was this why I was here? My open walls to Draven's mind. Was this still my sleep...my dream being controlled by another?
I let myself be walked to the edge of the balcony and I breathed in the warm air that made me feel so alive, like it was pure energy. He pulled me to stand before him and held my shoulders from behind. I gasped at the sight before me.
”It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” I said in a gasp. My hands were at my face holding in my utter overwhelmed surprise. A golden city stretched out before me as the night sky slowly gave way to the coming dawn. The sand coloured structures rolled down the hill from where we stood at all different shapes and sizes. A large turquoise dome was in the centre surrounded by high walls of ornate stone carved into petal points at the tops of arches. It took me back to Draven's home and the Temple that lay at its core...its heart. It was rimmed with gold guild and smaller domes were dotted around within its walls. These must have been the smaller buildings where ancient priests lived.
”You like your new home princess?” He murmured in my ear before tilting my neck to one side to kiss the skin more easily.
”Is this....?” I didn't finish as his mouth released the words, harder to believe from my own.
”This is Persia!” He ceased kissing me when I gasped.
”What is wrong?” My mouth hung open and no power could make me close it and take all of this in. How was I seeing this as though from a perfect, flawless memory. He held me tighter waiting for my answer, one I couldn't find in this madness.
”I think I had better go home now,” I said as though being able to stop a video that was playing.
”Then you have found enough peace in my time?” The question made me close my hanging mouth and turn to face him. He ran a finger the length of my jaw and lifted my face up when he reached my chin.
”Then grant me with a kiss before he takes you back.” I closed my eyes as I let confusion seep over me. I felt his lips graze mine before lingering there long enough to allow a surge of l.u.s.t to build. He crushed himself to me and kissed me until I felt as though floating in air. The smell of his skin's musk changed and the air around me grew a few degrees cooler. His touch grew less firm and more like soothing fingertips trailing along my skin.
”Keira...Keira...Time to wake, my Princess.” Draven's voice echoed in the dark and I realized I was still living in the shadows of my mind. I called out his name as I opened my eyes to find I was lying down in bed. This time it was one I was familiar with.
”I'm here Keira, no one will harm you.” I felt like saying ”You said that before,” but didn't. After all it wasn't his fault Lucius had come for me. If I hadn't been so stubborn then he would have never had the chance.
I saw Draven looking down at me, his face trying to mask the worry that lay there. I tried to sit up but Draven held me still.
”You need to rest more, your body is still weak from regenerating itself.”
”But the dream! I dreamt of you...but it wasn't you now...it...it was...” I was babbling and sitting up despite his warnings. I had to tell him but he was making it difficult.
”Hush now, calm yourself. I know what you dreamt Keira.” He admitted, as though he was responsible, which hit me...
”You put it there!” I accused s.h.i.+fting to see him better.
”I did.” Was all he gave as an answer.
”But why...how?”
”Because you needed peace. I wanted to give that to you the only way I knew how. I took you back to that time with me and gave you something further than what Lucius showed you. A time when you would have been mine, before his interference. I saw how you worried about me in your dream and I wanted to make it as if you had never disappeared from my arms. I wanted to share with you my home....my first home.” Now I understood, where Lucius had used the past to take hold of me, to gain control...Draven had used it to ease my pain, to show me a part of his life before mine had begun. He wanted to share a part of himself with me to help me find the peace I had so desperately been searching for.
”Thank you.” I said before throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him like it had been an age since we had been together. He was certainly taken back but soon his surprise was replaced by eagerness.
”But wait!” I shouted half in his mouth, making him groan. I pulled back and whipped off the plain black top I had been dressed in. I even had a white cotton bra on but I wasn't looking at that. No, I was searching my arms for new scars or pieces missing from my elbows. All I found were the old ones.
”They're fine!” I said as if it was another dream.
”Of course, I healed you Keira. The flesh and skin regenerated as though it never happened but the infection was harder to remove.” He looked away briefly as though remembering the sight of me screaming in agony beneath him.
”What infection?”
”The Demon presence he left behind, but Keira I do not want you to think about it anymore. It is finished and I won't let anyone come that close again...it is over.” I couldn't help it, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him.
”And how will you do that exactly, are you going to hide me away like Rapunzel?” Well I certainly had the hair for it.
”Rapunzel?” He questioned not looking at all offended.
”Yeah you know, long haired gal, lives in a tower, sings a lot.” he laughed at my description.
”Ah you mean '', the beauty.” He said the ancient words so swiftly like he spoke this language all the time.
”Excuse me?” I said causing him to smile at my understandable ignorance.
”It means Rdba, She is or was, where the brothers Grimm got their idea from I believe.” He started to help me with my top as I was trying to pull it down over the ma.s.s of hair that went in every direction. I knew one thing...I wasn't looking forward to trying to brush out all the knots I had created.
”Rapunzel was real?” I asked, fascinated.
”She was...of sorts anyhow. Let's see if I remember The Shahnameh's description correctly” He paused and looked up as though it was written on the beds canopy.
”About her silvern shoulders two musky black tresses curl, encircling them with their ends as though they were links in a chair.
Her mouth resembles a pomegranate blossom, her lips are cherries and her silver bosom curves out into b.r.e.a.s.t.s like pomegranates.
Her eyes are like the narcissus in the garden and her lashes draw their blackness from the raven's wing.
Her eyebrows are modeled on the bows of Teraz powdered with fine bark and elegantly musk tinted.
If you seek a brilliant moon, it is her face; if you long for the perfume of musk, it lingers in her tresses From top to toe she is Paradise gilded; all radiance, harmony and delectation”