Colette: A Narrative Fiction

T he ease at which Kenneth lifted Colette made her shudder. It was almost instantaneous. The rapier in her hand dropped, leaving an audible clang as she was swept off her feet. She could feel his strength as he carried her. His grip was tight, pinning her body against his. Colette wanted to fling her arms around his neck, but he didn’t give her the time—he had other plans in mind. He turned so she had her back against a table, knocking weapons off of it as he pressed her against the edge. Then he grabbed at her top—along with her bra—and ripped it off in one harsh move to reveal what he wanted to see. What she wanted him to see.

She felt the caress of the cold air as it touched her breasts. She could feel his eyes as they ran all over her—it was as if he was a starved beast. And she was his next meal. She trembled. The pulse within her chest quickened. …show more content…
Her breath was caught in her throat when he started to kiss her skin. She could feel his heated breath against her neck. Then her collarbone, arm…

His tongue slid across her breasts, and she could feel him taste her nipples thoroughly. Completely. Expertly. They hardened against his sensuous touch, and Colette tensed. She cried out for him.

Then she felt his fingers slide in between her thighs—his strength on display once again as her legs were helplessly drawn farther apart. At first, Colette buckled slightly from his hand—it had come so unexpectedly, and she had been focused on her own chest. But as his fingers started to rub against her, she felt her body respond to each movement—felt her body respond the way he wanted it to respond. She couldn’t move much, however. Kenneth’s body simply didn’t let her. All she could do was writhe and shiver and let out muffled moans as he continued to play with her.

She felt the weight of his gaze; she looked at him. She caught his grin, and when he bit down, she let out another cry.

God, that