It took a few minutes of walking to get to the platform. The night had become darker and colder. Baron Leander adjusted his crumpled shirt when he saw the petite figure of the dancer standing alone by the platform with a glass of water. He dismissed the servant and warned him to send any trespasser away from that premises.
The baron launched forward subtly with his long legs, but his emerald eyes weren't bothered leaving the woman's sight. When he got to a slight distance, he gently whispered. "Ah! You must have patiently awaited my return. Good girl. Come, let me engulf you with my warmth."
He locked his gaze on the shivering body and smiled.
"I apologize for the delay, my love." he purred behind her.
In a split second, he yanked her by the waist, and before she knew it, they were both thrown away, submerging into the ocean together.
Once the cold water hit them, Leander saw that the dancer was struggling with him and was confused by the sudden change. His eyes glinted in detest when he remembered how she tried to seduce him the other day. She must be playing hard to get.
'Disgusting' he thought.
He touched her arm to keep her in place, however, she was making a mess, tossing around in the ocean. He felt her body shiver from the cold and pinched the skin on her arm to get her to stay upright when suddenly his numb chest peaked in shock.
"Who are you? Let go of me! Leave my arm! No, don't pinch there. Stop! You stink of cigarettes. Did you have a...?" he heard the distant voice. It was not a voice that belonged to the dancer. It belonged to HER.
"What... What are you...?" her question hung in the air when his cold hands moved impeccably to her fine round hips, probably catching her off-guard. Leander leaned towards her, but he saw her thrust her arm to his chest, trying to jab with her thin elbow.
"Get your hands off me!" she screamed, but he refused to release her. He was amused by her unsuccessful actions and waited for her next weapon to free herself from him.
"Shh! There's no one here. We are alone, my love." Leander muttered in a soothing tone that entered her ears in a whisper like a bruising wind and caused them to twitch in response to the consuming intimacy. When he noticed that her body was tensed, he became entertained and poked for more response.
"Dear, your bones have weakened, haven't they? I didn't expect any less." he chuckled, continuing to speak to her although she didn't appear to be listening.
"I can't wait any longer. Turn around for me, my love," he growled, urging her to close the awful gap between them.
"Get the f**k off me!!" she warned ferociously.
Leander's eyes welled in bliss as he could not help to say,
"My tigress."
Ignoring her, he began tracing his fingers to her round bosom, in unison, he started peppering kisses on her neck and shoulders. Feeling the dissatisfaction of her resistance, he fumbled with the ribbons of her dress to untie them, which he assumed was the main purpose of holding her bosom in place. He was quite aware of how impolite it was to attack a woman, but he enjoyed how she responded to his tease.
It was remarkable.
"Excuse me. I think you have got the wrong woman." He heard her suddenly cry, her body growing lighter inside the water. He smiled derisively behind her.
Of course, he got that part but continued to push her barrier of walls to the end.
"Really?" he asked softly pretending to be naive. He soon tightened his grip around her bony arms but never stopped placing kisses over her petite body. His eyes were sharp and predatory. He suddenly pinched the sides of her waist and wickedly turned her around.
The minute he saw her face, he uncontrollably sealed his lips with hers, confessing in between.
"I don't think I am mistaken, though,"
At first, the kiss started with a bit of softness, but in the span of a second, it turned covetous. The man was trying to suck her entire essence. There was a whiff of his murky breath that blended with the cloudless night, and he wouldn't let the woman escape his sight for a minute as though he feared something terrible. The gulping, tracing, and adherently fetish of his long, pointed nose, brushing against hers appeared to have triggered him. In between, his sly hands artfully found their way under her buttocks, and effortlessly pulled her whole body for him to devour.
Leander held under her fragile chin to entwine their tongues when he felt a tinge of pain in his tongue and he tasted metal missed with blood, which caused him to withdraw backward in a heavy breath.
She had bitten his tongue.
'feisty'
He clicked his tongue and gazed straight into her beautiful onyx eyes. Those eyes...
But he was distracted by her cough. She was coughing intensely which worried him. Just when he pulled her, she began screaming. Leander looked even more worried. He wanted to say something, but she beat him to it.
"Does this place look like a forest to you? To just start acting like an animal in heat? What the hell is wrong with you!! And who the f**k are you? Do you just attack every woman like a deranged person? Do you want to die?"
Hearing her complaint, Leander laughed softly, the sound of his husky voice heard. She was amusing as well as enjoyable to tease. Really.
"Your questions are quite impressive. Do give me time to reply to them, maybe some other time." he playfully smacked his lips together. A glint of mischievousness danced behind his emerald eyes as he enjoyed the banter between them. Their exchange managed to reduce his boredom by a mere two percent and the intent of his invitation to the ceremony.
"You do look like a statue from heaven! My statue. Look at those lustrous lips, aren't they beautiful? There are no others like me to create one in a lifetime masterpiece." He shamelessly roamed his eyes through the masterpiece he had done on her lips before his predatory eyes went to scan over her half-naked body. Charmed by its allure, he could not tear his gaze any further away, and he teasingly licked his lips, tracing his tongue languidly to the spot where she had bitten him.
He witnessed her attempts to escape back to the yacht, but he stopped her, encircling his arms around her waist, restricting her movement.
He thought it through and remarked.
"Relax. I knew you were not my lover. Miss Calantha. It's a pleasure to meet the queen of cuisine. What a great day for a huge fan, isn't that wonderful? Eh?" he placed a fleeting peck on her ear to reassure her, but to his surprise, his left face was swung to the side.
The woman had struck him, horror written on her face.
Taking out her anger, she threw her trembling palm to his right cheek with a more severe strength causing an echoing impact, and that went on until she heard someone's voice.
She turned away abruptly, refusing to glance back, and her voice erupted in a loud yell. "Is this amusing? Do I hold a resemblance to your toy? Disgusting!! Better disappear from the surface of the earth. I'll kill you if I even sniff the same air with you."
Leander ran a hand through his damp hair as he took a quiet breath of her fading scent. She was different from whatever charade had been written in the newspaper. She didn't look like a broken woman and he was ready to break her walls.
"Take me out of this yacht!" he could hear her yell to the intruder which immediately charmed him by her tantrum and began to wonder how she would be once they were together.
You hold a key to my treasure, Miss Calantha.