Wanted Man: Sneak Peek
So…. I know I’m supposed to be working on a bunch of other things, but because I’m a glutton for punishment and also one of the worst at staying on task, I’m gauging the room with this. Let me know your thoughts.
His pink lips moved slow along her dark skin. It always started slow. A chaste, teasing kiss to awaken the senses and whet her appetite while calloused hands gently caressed her body.
She grew hot under him, shifting impatiently as he took his time. He paid careful attention to her neck as she moaned beneath him. She ran her fingers through his soft curls, loving how he murmured sweet nothings into her ear.
They were on the couch this time, in front of a dying fire, wine forgotten on the table as they became consumed with each other. Every nerve in her body tingled with excitement as his fingers traced circles on her skin, making their way under her skirt towards her core. She shifted and felt his erection pressed intimately against her thigh, his breathing quickening as he moved closer.
Their eyes met and she could not breathe. Those startling blue eyes, filled with love, with lust…
Filled with pain…
“Where are you?” he asked once again in that beautiful southern twang. Her heart raced.
Familiar, yet the name eluded her…
She tried to say it and he leaned in hopefully, as if knowing how much pain it caused her. As if he knew she was trying her hardest to remember…
“Who are you?” she replied.
A sudden shock of pain down her spine woke Michonne from her sleep. She shoved a fist in her mouth to stifle the sobs as she rolled on her side, still struggling to breathe.
After a few moments, she sat up and listened quietly as tears fell down her cheeks. Assured that the child in the cot next to her was still asleep, she slipped into her boots and left the tent.
The cool night air struck her clammy face mercifully, offering relief as she inhaled deeply and scanned her surroundings. A couple of patrols filtered in and out of her sight, walking along the chain link fence with makeshift weapons. Someone in a nearby tent was crying loudly.
She hated this place.
Where are you?
Closing her eyes, Michonne sighed. “Tell me your name,” she pleaded.
She glanced behind her and saw her four year old son standing with a baby bottle in hand.
“Judith’s coughing again,” Andre whispered worriedly. Michonne hurried over, disappearing with her son into the tent to tend to her daughter.
The blue eyed man temporarily forgotten.