Chapter 14 Liya’s hands shake as her obi gathers on the floor. Normally after seeing her tremble like this, I would instruct her to stop. However, the determined look upon her face makes me rethink that idea. I step forward and brush her hands out of the way. She turns abruptly to stare at my softened features. “It’s only fair.” A smile brightens her face at the reference to my still bare chest. Slowly, chords fall to the ground. I slip my hands under the kimono to slip the silk off her shoulders. It pools on the wood floor in vibrant reds and whites. More chords follow. Now nothing bars my hands from her skin. I press my palm against her abdomen. It brushes against the scar eliciting a sharp breath from her. I slip my arms around her waist. They trail up her sides to rest on her shoulders. As before, I let it glide off her form revealing her body to me. Her eyes are so trusting. I would think she would be nervous, even already making attempts to stop me. Despite the fact that the men of the yakusa never touched her sexually, one would think she would still be tremendously shy around a man now that she is no longer being forced. Yet here she is, so trusting of me…and only me, which in itself is odd considering my past. Who would have thought a woman of such beauty and kindness would love me? It almost seems absurd. I lean forward to capture her lips. She presses herself against my body. At this rate, we may not make it into the bath. Her breasts brush against my chest sending shivers down my spine. Her body is already responding to the sensations and heat I am giving off. In my passion, I lift her off the ground. Her back against the wall, she opens her mouth to me without me even seeking entrance. One hand keeps her steady, while the other wanders over the curves of her flesh. I want to make her drunk with pleasure. We are going far too fast for that, but it doesn’t matter. We can slow down later. This feels too good right now. Her fingers begin to explore. They smoothly run over my chest making sure to press in all the right places. I can’t help but growl at the sensation. My touch carefully avoids her wound. I’m surprised I haven’t hurt her yet with how roughly we’ve been showing our affection. Just the same, I do know that nerves tend to be more sensitive around an injury. Without hurting her, my fingers graze the over-sensitive flesh near the healing cut. As expected, she gasps. Her head gracefully throws itself back allowing me access to her neck. I ravish it as if it is a delicacy, but this is just the appetizer. Much more is to come. I assure it. I watch her respond to my attention with fascination. Her eyes are clenched shut; her mouth is open in a silent moan. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think of a woman reacting so much to such a simple sensation. I can’t even begin to imagine how she will react once I really start showing her how good pleasure can be. My mouth travels south. She exhales in fluttering breaths as her body arches against the wood panels of the wall. I nip at an already taut nipple while her fingers roughly run through my hair pressing me closer to her. My legs are getting weak from how well she’s reacting to my touch. I release her from the wall. Smoothly, we lower ourselves to the floor. My mouth never leaves her skin as I settle myself over her. Leaving wet trails over her body, I trace each of her scars. So much has been done to her in the name of revenge. She deserves my attention like none other. I no longer want to just see her smile or simply hear her laugh, I want to see her shudder and arch because of me. I want to hear my name float off her lips in the heat of passion. I want to feel her experience unending pleasure from my hands and my hands alone…Well, my hands and any other body part that comes to mind. As I dip my tongue in her navel, her silent moans become more verbal. I find that I like the sound. I like the sound a lot. My body has never reacted like this to any woman. I want to hear much more from her. I don’t like her keeping her reactions to herself. Hungrily, I let myself travel lower. Her hands lash out. They pull me up to meet her face as she attacks me with a brilliant array of kisses. I let her ravage my mouth as my fingers take over where my tongue left off. Feigning coyness, I lazily run a finger over the slick folds of flesh nestled between her legs. Almost immediately, her chin lifts allowing me to feast upon her neck. Her throat vibrates with the sounds coming from her vocal chords. They tickle my lips making me want more. I press my fingers more firmly and let another join the fray. She whispers my name. It’s music to my ears. I reward her with an avid kiss as my fingers slip into her. The kiss is broken. My name is proclaimed as if it will provoke a celebration. Perhaps it will. Her body is pleasantly frustrated with my ministrations. They shift like they don’t know whether to run or lie still. Her hips lift off the floor pressing me further into her. She calls my name again while my fingers play within her. Her mouth fights between gentleness, fierceness, and nearly singing verbal responses. She’s getting closer. I think. She’s so responsive it’s hard to tell. I press the remainder of my hand to her mound locating the tiny nub there. Her back instantly arches completely off the floor. Her lip bleeds in an effort not to scream. I kiss away the blood as I release her. As I had wanted to do before, I taste the juices left on my fingers. She laughs trying to cover up her embarrassment at my curiosity. Much slower than before, we exchange gentle kisses as her body calms down. Her fingers continue to explore, though not as feverishly. They travel down my chest and back pressing and grazing in their wanderings. I close my eyes at the sensations. Even if she came by knowledge in anything but an ideal way, she is certainly good at it. Almost too slowly, she unties the chords of my pants. “Are you sure?” She smiles gently at my concern. I don’t want her to think she owes me for the pleasure I gave her. With a light chuckle, she kisses my forehead as her hand dips into the silk garment. “I want to…” She purrs. * * * Author's Notes: I know this chapter is short, but I wanted the entire lemon to be in one chapter and not have anything else vital with it. That way, if you're not into lemons, you can skip this chapter and go on without missing much. I also purposely stopped it there because I didn't want to risk the quality of my writing. Where the lemon was going, I have no experience. If I were to continue, it would make turn the into something I don't want. It would probably turn generic and pornish. I didn't want to risk that, so I left it up to your imagination at the end. I hope it sounded okay. Thanks for reading!