Princess Ces'alena (72 page)

His body moved down against hers, his head now next to her own, his mouth at her ear, breathing into it, “Let me remind you of something, - this cabin is mine! The land it resides on, mine! Everything in it, and on it - mine! That - includes you!”

“No Manny!” She began struggling - panicking.

“You - are - mine!” He ground out brusquely, turning her to face him.

She dashed underneath his arm to escape him, running for the other side of the room. Two long strides he had her again, grabbing her back, twisting her around to wrap his arm around her waist and pulling her up his body as the other hand cupped her head that tossed back and forth, while she pushed against his chest – fighting him, fighting the inevitable.

“Why must you always fight me! Why?” He growled while his mouth tried to catch hers.

“You must free me Manny! You must! This – no Manny! This must stop!” She entreated.

He couldn’t stop, nothing could make him stop, every nerve ending in his body was driven by having her back in his arms, his mouth tasting and kissing her skin, along her neck, her jaw line, her face.

“Mannieee…” He attacked her mouth with all the deprived savagery he felt. Lena turned her head away from a hold intended to keep her captive. He moved with her in his arms, and placed her back against the partition, pressing and grinding his large body along the front of her smaller, softer one.

He wanted her to feel the strength of his passion, the need of him for her, standing immediate was an erection so powerful, so hard he tried to force it through their clothing as he ravaged her mouth, he needed to be inside of her - his body shook as he stole every breath she attempted to take. “Nooo-…” She squeezed out between his hungry assault on her. She snatched her mouth away twisting her head, “Ooow - Manny-…” She cried as he took a hand full of her hair and snatched her head back again.

He was out of control, she was dizzy. Between his attack, and the battle she waged with her own body and it’s response to him - she found herself flooding with heat, so wet she felt soaked. His tight hold on her hair brought tears to her eyes from the pull to her scalp. Her heart hammered in panic - she hadn’t the strength to fight him. But she knew she had to.
‘Thomas Lena, you’re marrying Thomas, you must stop this!!’
Lena thought while pushing at his shoulders whimpering. He tasted her tears and drew away to look at her…releasing his tight hold on her hair. “Manny don’t do this to me…please don’t.” She panted, her deep breathing matched his as the intense heat of passion swirled around them.

“Damn you! Why do you torture me!? Why-y-y? How can you know what I feel for you and yet, fight me – turn me away? I have loved you with all that I have, all that I know! You know I cannot live without you! I tried to live without you! I tried! All that time! But I can’t! I can do anything – anything – but that! I will not give you up! You - are mine!” His voice was gruff and rasping with his heavy breathing. He pressed himself in a grind against her belly, then lowered so she could feel him where she throbbed with heat. Lena whimpered as she clenched and flexed her lower region hungry for him to enter her body.

“Ohhh my - God…Manny-…”

He moved so quickly, Lena thought she was floating as he scooped her legs up and carried her around the partition to the bed. Landing on it shocked her back to reality. “Manny nooo-…” She tried to roll away from him to hop out of the bed and run.

It was a futile attempt. “Where do you think you’re going? Clothes off - now!” He demanded snatching at his own as he knelt on the bed, keeping her there as he stripped.

“How many times must I tell you – no! Manny - no!”

He leaned down close to her, right into her face, “Tell me, you do not love me, that you feel nothing from my touch, that your soul is not crying out for me, as mine is for you – tell me those things – and God help me – I will back away. Tell me!” He rasped, tears rolling from his stormy blue eyes as they pierced her own.

She could not say such things, because it was not in her to say them, she simply could not. He leaned there on the bed, breathing hard, giving her a chance to say it. Instead, tears rolled down her cheeks. He kissed her, kissed her strong and true, breaking it only to order, “Take them off!”

She weakly shook her head, she could not stop him, but neither would she help him, she had no strength in her left. She had tried with everything in her to keep Thomas in her mind, but he was quickly fading, as was her battle to deny herself what she most wanted. Her crying was in whimpering pants as Manny handled her like a rag doll, effortlessly he began removing her clothes from her, tearing them in his haste to be rid of them.

“I told you to take them off, now I will.”

Frustrated at the long skirt and open bodice, Manny pushed her back and quickly covered her with his weight. His mouth once again attacked hers as his tongue thrust deep within scraping against her teeth so hungry was he for her. Lena felt the bed spin from the heady sensations attacking her senses. The weight of him; the passion of him; his heavy breathing; his un-stoppable onslaught as strong hands pulled her thighs up and apart.

“Ohhh Manny-…” She cried out, snatching her mouth aside, shocked and gasping from the ramming force of him entering her to the hilt of his manhood. He latched onto her neck, kissing and sucking as he thrust hard and deep. Lena wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on as her legs clamped around his pounding hips. She bit into her bottom lip, head shaking as one large hand clamped over her naked breast, squeezing and massaging it to drive her insane.

“You - are - mine …” He panted letting go of her neck to kiss up her jaw line. Thrusting unrestrained, “Mine - say it!” He commanded, rocking hard against her, his pelvis hitting with every stroke. “Who…who…who do you belong…”

“Nooo…” She shook her head in denial as her body hungrily took him in, sucking at him with every grip of her muscles. He filled her and withdrew in such a pace, the bed creaked and banged against the wall; the noise unmistakable to any within hearing shot. “Say it… say - it!” He grinded hard against her, rubbing and holding before thrusting again, determined to pleasure her, both hands going down her sides and underneath to grab a handful each of her ample buttocks, squeezing and working against her.

Lena’s head began shaking, “Ohhh Manny … Manny…o-o-o-oh Mannieeeee!!” He felt her orgasm begin, as she gripped him tighter to her, locking his shoulders with her arms, and his hips with her legs as she took off, screaming his name as her body convulsed underneath him.

Manny held himself against her, letting her nether region pull and suck on him, holding back his own release until he knew she’d reached her full climax, and then he began thrusting again, on the verge now…so close. “Come here!” He grabbed her head, clamped his mouth to hers, and thrust his tongue within - filling it, as his solid erection did below. It wasn’t long before he snatched his mouth away, that Lena’s eyes opened feeling him expand within her, watching as his head went back while letting out a hoarse cry so loud and overpowering, it brought tears to her eyes.

She had put up a good fight, but - she was in love with him. Madly - deeply and irreversibly in love - she was his – and it had always been that way. It would always
be
that way. Mind, body, heart and soul; and for this, there was no escape. There was nowhere to run, no place to hide from it. There was no way for her to take her child to be rid of him. He would track her tirelessly, and just as he did then, he would do so again; claim her as his - and his alone - she would let him. Lena closed her eyes as he came back to earth, while his body settled down on her. The pressing weight of him was welcomed, no matter how heavy. She could feel his eyes on her, knowing that he gazed as so many times before.

Soon then followed the tender touch of his finger tips gently wiping at the tracks of her tears. The loving gesture made more gather beneath her lids to slip out and fall. His finger tips were there to catch them as well. They were both over warm, but could not move, and as if some mysterious force in nature understood, a cooling breeze blew gently in through the open windows, hovering over them, caressing their heated bodies in soothing relief. Lena felt Manny’s chest expand and ease - he then swallowed.

She opened her eyes, and looked straight into his. So close, so very close - they didn’t see what the world saw; a white man - a black woman. What they saw, was an extension of their very souls. They were two people, who were truly one…and deeply in love with each other.

Manny’s thumb caressed the corners of her eyes, and he knew that he could lay there forever looking into them. Large gold eyes that his very existence needed to see looking back at him, as they did now. He could not live without her, it was a fact that he could not deny, nor would he ever challenge that reality again. He was the first to break the silence.

“She is beautiful.”

Lena nodded as another tear rolled. “Just like you; all over again.” He whispered softly. Lena still could not speak. Manny stared down at her, his own eyes growing moist. He finally rolled off of her to his back. One hand over his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose ashamed for so many tears shed. He was a man after all.

Lena lay with her clothes askew, pulling her legs closed, she sat up and pulled her arms out of the torn bodice. Then pulled her chemise over her head and tossed it to the floor. It was ruined. Next shimmying out of her rumpled skirt that was hitched up around her hips. She glanced back at Manny, he was quietly watching her. She sighed and went to get up when he grabbed her arm.

“Please don’t.”

She was naked and felt self-conscious. But he pulled her down to him, then reached over and turned down the lamp extinguishing the flame, plunging that side of the cabin into darkness.

“Manny-…” She started, but he cut her off.

“Shhhh.”

Lena lay leaning over him, propped up on one elbow as her right hand lay on his chest. His right arm beneath her as his hand stroked the length of her back. For a moment, neither said another word, so caught up in the moment of being back where they both felt they belonged. It was Manny who finally brought himself to speak first, “I - I love you…I love you so - and - I beg you - don’t leave me. I beg you…don’t leave me…don’t leave me.”

He pulled her on top of him, then rolled her beneath him. Lena lay looking up at him, wiping the tears from his eyes as he had wiped them from hers. “Do you still love me? Do you?” He asked needing to hear it.

“With every beat of my heart…I love you. But we-…” He covered her mouth to stop the rest of what she would say. “No more. That is all that matters. I will do whatever it takes this time. I will do whatever it takes…” He promised softly, lowering his mouth to replace his hand with his lips.

Lena knew she’d lost again. This man who once again explored her body, re-acquainting himself with every nuance and curve of her, would forever be the driving force in her life. This was why she’d taken so long with Thomas, because she had known then, even before Manny’s return…that upon his return, he would claim her, and she would not be able to deny him.

Something else she knew laying there as he made love to her again.

That no length of time, even if she had gone through with her plans, and truly escaped with Thomas, would lessen what they felt when they touched. There was something in the both of them that would never be altered. Had she left with Thomas, and Manny found her – she knew – that she would have dishonored him, Manny would have touched her, and even then, she would be, where she was right then. No. She would never be with another, because she could never be loyal once Manny found her. Through the night, he made love to her repeatedly; acting as if the following morning would bring an end to them, and once again he would find himself without her. All night long, he touched her - rubbing, caressing, tasting - nonstop - again, and again.

Just before dawn, Manny lay with Lena spooned beneath him; her back to his chest, his leg across hers, holding her as she lay dozing off to sleep now that he let her. He should feel exhausted needing sleep as well, but he wasn’t. His mind was ever active, and the main source was Thomas.

Lena whimpered without an answer. “Well -…” He slapped her hip, not too hard, just enough to get her attention. She didn’t want to think about Thomas, or the heartache he would know once she had to face him and renege on her promise to marry him. He had been so patient with her, helping her through two very difficult years.

Responsible for introducing her to a whole new world, with so many possibilities for her life, and now, this would be his payment. She hated having to go to him, but there was no way around it.

“I asked you a question, what about Thomas?”

“I am going to talk to him Manny.” She grumbled, in the same position, wanting to go to sleep, becoming irritable with his prodding after he kept her up all night.

“You are going to tell him you will not be marrying him.” He demanded, annoyed with the thought of him. “Of course Manny.” She mumbled into the sheets. “When?” He continued.

“When what?” She asked in a cranky voice.

“When are you going to tell him?”

“Leave me alone, I need some sleep.” She snapped, feeling mean from the lack of it. Manny tossed himself on his back away from her, his hands going underneath his head. He rolled his head to the side to look at her, the sheet was riding low on her hip, leaving her long slim back bare to his gaze.

He felt worried and very insecure at that moment. There was another man who wanted Lena. He hated the idea of any man seeking to take her from him - it brought out the worst in him.
‘Thomas Sandoval…bastard!’
He thought, the man was too slick, cunning, charming… and - as Manny hated to admit - good looking. He was tall, educated, cultured, worldly and smooth.