The Arabian stopped just in time, but Michael went flying off to land on a small shoulder of grass.The Arabian stopped just in time, but Michael went flying off to land on a small shoulder of grass. I could see he was furious, but I was laughing too hard to acknowlege him. He jumped up and brushed off his dusty pride, yelling at me, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?! You could have killed me!" His face was flushed with anger. "Not with that ever-so-thick head, and tough hide of yours." I uttered a few more giggles, and I kicked my mare into a run. "You'll never get away from me!" he yelled at my back. "I'll get you for that!" He quickly mounted his horse and took off after me, but I had a good lead on him. It was an exciting ride, I don't think I've ever run a horse that hard in my life. I was frightened by the idea of Michael's fury catching up with me, but was also enthralled by the fact that Christoph was in town on business. I reached the front of the house with a skid, and quickly dismounted. I gathered up my skirts and ran through the door, not bothering to close it on my way past. I could hear Michael's running feet on the gravel behind me. That sound made me run even faster up the main stair case and towards my bedroom. I wasn't sure if I had hoped to seek sanctuary, or to have led him there. At the time running was the only thing on my mind. As I threw open the door to Christoph and my bedroom, I was grabbed by the arm and spun around. I stared straight into Michael's icey blue eyes, and shivered when he said, "Now I'll have to punish you, because I know that's what you really want." He seized me in his arms crushing me against his chest, and pressed his lips against mine. The sweat that coated his body soaked my dress, bringing it's salty scent in contact with me. He released me and pushed me into the room, slamming the door. He wrenched off his shirt, exposing his shining chest, and wispered, "Deborah you have no idea how much I want you." From seeing the bulge in his pants, I had some idea. That's when he pushed me back on the bed, and threw himself on top of me. I tried to struggle a little, to make the conquest more flavorful. I pushed his face away, and tried to keep his hands from venturing under my skirts. That only served as a device to make him slap me across the face, which stung hot from the powerful blow, but it made me want him even more. |