Linna Drehmel(Louisa Albrect)

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Tuesdays tales: Burdens of proof part 2

Although the tree felt good and solid at her back, she felt a peculiar tingle of magic through its bark. She really didn’t ponder too much on this odd sensation as Bal’thon stood right in front of her planting his hands on the tree each just above her shoulders.

“Take deep breaths Natalinthia,” he said. “It’s alright; I promise that everything will make sense.”  Bal’thon’s voice was low and husky. Natalie looked up into his face and saw his eyes. She had never seen eyes that blue before, they smoldered with passion for her. She went from feeling cold and sick to feeling warm and flushed.

Bal’thon moved his right hand so he could stroke her face. “The color in your cheeks is very becoming.” He said, as he moved his face closer to hers. Natalie could feel his breath on her face, making her skin tingle.

            “Do you know that the music in your voice haunts me at night?” he said like more of a statement than a question.

            “It does?” Natalie asked, breathlessly.

            “Lady,” Bal’thon began. “Your voice, your eyes, everything about you haunts me. It’s as if I have known you all my life. I fell like I have waited all my life for this moment” He said as he bent his head down to kiss her.

            His lips felt soft and gentle on hers at first then began to move with more fevered passion.

            Natalie couldn’t think strait. She had never been kissed like this before. She pulled away from him and opened her eyes and inhaled fresh air to clear her head, but with that breath of air came the sweet smell of his breath. She felt like the tree to her back began to spin and she with it.

            “I didn’t know that you felt this way.” She stammered, hardly able to speak.

            “Come now Natalinthia.” He said. “You are the most enchanting creature I have ever seen.” He said, but the music in his voice was enchanting her. It was as if a magical web was being woven into her brain. There was a nagging thought in the back of Natalie’s mind. There was a sound in his voice that she could not pin point, due to the magically enhanced passion.

            Bal’thon moved his hand that was on her face so that he could trace the lines of her swollen lips with his thumb.

            “Shhhh!” He said to her. “Don’t speak don’t think just feel.”  The magic in his voice pulsated though her body, like the throbbing sounds of  an electronic band she had heard back on Earth, driving out rational thought.

            His lips crushed hers again as he slid his left hand down the tree to her shoulder. She kissed him back, matching his intensity. Natalie wound her arms around his waist pulling him the rest of the way to her.

            Bal’thon moved his right hand to the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her silky brown tresses. She moaned deep in her throat as his left hand first pushed the shall off her shoulder then pushed past the fabric of her dress and caressed her shoulder, then slid down to the hallow of her throat. His touch left a blazing trail of tingling heat on her skin.

            His lips left hers as he kissed the side of her face, his fingers left the hallow of her throat only to be replace by his searing lips. He untangled his fingers from her hair, so he could hurriedly remove his outer cloak. The heat from his lips moving on her throat made her feel as if she could not breathe. She inhaled deeply. To her surprise Natalie inhaled crisp fresh air, which began to clear just enough of the webs of passion from her brain so that she remembered the values that she grew up with, and all this making out with Bal’thon was going too far. She had to stop it now.

             Natalie slid her hands from Bal’thons back to his muscular chest and pushed him away as she opened her eyes. She looked up in to his eyes and opened her mouth to explain why she pushed him away, but the words froze in her throat. The emotion she saw in his eyes both surprised and frightened her. Instead of the heat of love and passion in his eyes she saw ice cold hatred. 
To be continued....

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  1. Wow, heat me up then throw a bucket of cold water, ice water, to be exact, on my why dontcha!!
    What a great piece this is Linna. HOpe you're continuing it next week.

  2. That is so totally intense.

  3. Holy smokes! I was wondering what in the world was she thinking about stopping him, and now I've got to know what's going on with the hatred in his eyes *shiver*. I'm hooked! Moving on to the next installment!

    Gena Robertson