Stolen Heart (9 page)

Annika didn’t need convincing to go for a ride.  She was so thrilled that Mary had been out of bed, she was in a positively giddy mood.  Kieran asked her thoughts about leaving for Balvraine this coming evening and she was all for it.  This little ride would provide them both with a little relaxation before their real work began.

Kieran had a picnic lunch packed.  He had also snagged some riding clothes from Ava and he had to say, Annika looked amazing.  She was wearing tight twill pants with black knee high boots.  She had on a white cotton button-up shirt that molded to her breasts and damned if she wasn’t braless.  How in the hell was he supposed to concentrate on the ride?

Heading out on their horses by mid-morning, Kieran decided to take Annika to one of his favorite places in all of Vyronas.  It was only a few miles away and because Annika had not ridden in so long, she was a little timid.  Thus, he kept the pace slow.

The day was bright and the temperature perfect.  Such was the way it always was in Vyronas.  It never got higher than seventy-five degrees or lower than sixty-five. 

Kieran led their horses into a thick cropping of trees.  These weren’t the ordinary trees you saw in The First Dimension, but a species found only in Vyronas.  Brilliant color abounded.  Leedle trees with their bone white wood and deep blue leaves cast dappled color everywhere.  Then they walked amongst the lovely Chappelle trees, very similar in size and shape to the Willow.  Except the Chappelle leaves were purple, just a shade deeper than Annika’s eyes.  During the night, the Chappelle bloomed with fragrant white flowers that permeated the entire night air. 

But the trees weren’t what made this area special.  A large rock wall rose from the ground, in front of which bubbled up a natural hot spring.  The trees provided shade around much of the area, but part of the rock wall was in the sun.  A thick and spongy carpet of bright green grass lay in front of it.  It was the perfect place to eat their picnic lunch.

During the ride, they had talked a lot.  Nothing deep.  Kieran asked Ava more about her nightclub and she gave him insight into the business side of things.  When he tried to ask her about
Saving Grace,
she clammed up, saying it was nothing more than a passion she held.  She wouldn’t elaborate further. 

Most of the time was spent talking about the war that had been waged four years earlier against Ralina.  Annika had heard about much of it, but Kieran told her first-hand accounts.  She had been horrified at some of the atrocities that had occurred and he could tell by the look on her face that she was suffering some guilt that she had not been here to help.

When they reached their destination, Annika had stopped in mid-sentence with whatever she had been asking, and looked around in wonder at the beauty of the landscape. 

“Kieran,” she said in amazement.  “I don’t think I have ever seen a more beautiful place in my life.”

Kieran beamed.  This was one of his favorite places and he had never shared it with anyone.  He didn’t realize that he had been hoping to impress her and now that he had, his chest swelled with pride.  Or male ego. 
Whatever.

“I’m glad you like it.”  Kieran swung off his horse.  “Come on down and let’s eat.”

Annika dismounted her horse and tied the reins to a low hanging branch of a Leedle tree.  She walked to the edge of the hot spring and peered into the clear water.  Calling over her shoulder to Kieran she asked, “Can you swim in this spring?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” 

Annika turned her head, not liking the sound of that statement.  Kieran was right there and gave her a mighty shove toward the spring.  Annika had time to do nothing more than yelp before she fell in.  She came up sputtering and to find Kieran lying on the grassy bank, holding his stomach laughing. 

“So not funny,” Annika pouted.

Walking toward the shallow edge, she stood in waist deep water.  Kieran stopped laughing long enough to look at her and then instantly sobered.  Her white shirt had turned practically see through.  He eyed her breasts hungrily but she didn’t notice.

Still complaining, Annika started taking her clothes off.  “I can’t believe you didn’t at least let me get out of my clothes before we went swimming.”

Kieran just watched as she took off her clothes and threw them in a sopping heap on the bank.  Flipping onto her back, she pushed off from the shallows and floated to the middle of the pool.  “Aren’t you coming in?”

Kieran jumped up from the ground.  Shedding his clothes lightning fast, Kieran dove in the water beside Annika.  He surfaced right beside her, all intents to kiss the hell out of her.  Instead, he got a face full of water as Annika started splashing him.  Then she leapt up putting her hands on his head.    Using her weight and leverage, she dunked him back down under the water.

Rather than coming up again, Kieran grabbed hold of her legs and pulled her under.  They both surfaced at the same time, hands furiously pushing walls of water at the other in an effort to drown the other out.  Annika was laughing so hard, he was afraid she might go under and drown on her own.

***

Running out of steam, Annika let Kieran send the last face full of water her way, then she propelled herself in his arms.  Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she lightly kissed him on the mouth.  He pulled back and looked at her with something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite read.  But it made little butterflies start to circle in her stomach.

“Kieran?”

“Ssshhh….let me just kiss you.”

Locked around Kieran as he stood in the water, Annika felt herself being kissed as she had never been kissed before.  Kieran ran his tongue leisurely around her mouth, skimming along her teeth, rolling around her piercing, nipping at her lips.  Annika wrapped her arms more tightly around him and returned the kiss for all it was worth. 

Whether it was minutes, hours, Annika didn’t know, but Kieran started walking with her out of the water.  She almost protested as she felt she could go on kissing him like that for the rest of her life. 
Shame on you Annika for thinking that.  Sounds too much like commitment.

Annika shook her head of those thoughts and went back to concentrating on Kieran.  Exiting the warm pool, Kieran walked over to the soft, spongy grass and knelt down, Annika still plastered to him.  He laid her back on the grass and pulled her legs from his waist, laying them down on the ground on either side of him.

The rose-tinted sun made the water drops on Annika’s skin sparkle.  It made her lavender eyes swirl with iridescence.  He was captivated and just looked at her.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.”

Annika’s breath had caught in her throat.  She had heard compliments and platitudes before from men, but this is the first time that she gave credence to what a man told her.  She truly believed, at that moment, that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.  Kieran was looking at her with such reverence, a lump formed in her throat.  Was that emotion, or was it panic? 
Just enjoy, Annika.

Reaching out her arms, Annika beckoned Kieran to her.  He moved forward, settling between her legs and covering her body with his.  Holding himself up on his elbows, he looked her in the eyes.

“It has occurred to me on more than one occasion that there is a part of your body that I have seriously neglected.”

Annika smiled at him.  “Is that so?”

“It is and I apologize profusely.  I’m going to rectify that right now.”

Kieran leaned his head down and proceeded to pay the most exquisite homage to her breasts that they had ever known.  He licked off every drop of water with his tongue, taking extra time to swirl around her nipples.  Then he moved up and down her body, paying it equal attention.  He took his time and his efforts to drink the water from her body left her a squirming mess.  When Kieran finally sank a finger into her core, he groaned over the heat and wetness that surrounded it.

“Tell me you want me, Annika.”

“You can feel I do.”

Moving his finger deep inside of her, he whispered to her.  “I can feel your body wants me.  But do you want me?”

“Yes,” she whispered back.  “I want you.”

Those simple words undid Kieran.  He brought his mouth down in a claiming kiss that made her toes curl. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on to him for dear life.  Pulling his face back slightly, Kieran looked at her. 

“Watch me while I enter you,” he commanded.

Annika looked into the swirling depths of his blue eyes and knew that this man was going to cause her trouble.  Her heart screamed at her to run, but her mind was telling her to give it a chance.  Holding his gaze, Annika felt the heavy length of him push inside of her.  Slowly, inch by inch, until they were pelvis to pelvis.  Kieran let out a deep groan and dropped his forehead to hers.  He stayed still for just a second, almost trying to compose himself, then he started rocking against her.

Neither of them said a word but lost themselves to the sensation of each other.  Rocking, pushing, pumping…in and out… over and over.  Annika felt herself spiraling and she dug her nails into Kieran’s back, grasping…wanting…needing. 

Tears misted in her eyes and she had no idea why.  It was so beautiful, all of it.  Him, her, the way they felt.  Annika felt her climax start to rumble and she whimpered at the feeling.  Kieran put his lips to her ear and started whispering.  “Come with me Annika, come with me.” 

Annika let loose just as she felt Kieran stiffen and then jet inside of her.  She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her, sending her upwards to the stars. For a moment, just a brief moment, she felt a connection to him that went deeper than bone, deeper than blood, and then she was floating back to earth.

Annika realized that Kieran was lying on top of her, heavy and breathing hard.  He was grazing his lips along her shoulder.  Her head was swirling. 
What the hell was that?
  Then she realized tears were streaming down her face.  She heard Kieran murmur, “The things you make me feel, Annika.  Tell me you feel them too.”

The want in his voice.  The desire.  It was possessive, needful.  Captivating.  Capturing.  Pressing.  Overwhelming.  All of a sudden, Annika couldn’t breathe and it had nothing to do with Kieran’s heavy weight.  She felt trapped, panicked.  She pushed at his chest, whimpering.  Kieran instantly realized something was wrong and lifted up to look at her. 

***

Taking note of the tears streaming down her face, Kieran saw wildness in her violet eyes.  Feeling her push at his chest, he immediately rolled off of her, slipping out of her warmth.  He watched as Annika sat up and scrambled away from him.  Her breath was coming in heavy, deep spurts and tears were flowing freely.

“Annika?”  Kieran said it gently, as if he were facing a feral animal.  “Calm down, baby. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Annika held her head down, shaking it back and forth.  She tried to talk but tiny whimpers came out.  Kieran reached out toward her but she scrambled farther away. 

“Don’t.  Please don’t touch me.”

Kieran’s heart was pounding, and hurting for her all at the same time.  She was clearly having a full blown panic attack and he had no clue how to soothe her.  His instincts were to gather her up and hold her, but she clearly didn’t want his touch.  He would need to talk her down.

“Annika.  Honey. Look at me.”

Slowly, Annika raised her head to look at him.  Tears swam in her eyes, and she used the back of one hand to furiously wipe them away.  More took their place.

“It’s okay,” he said gently.  “I won’t touch you.  But please tell me what’s wrong.”

Annika shook her head again.

“I can’t,” she rasped.

“Yes.  Yes you can. There isn’t anything you can’t tell me. I will never hurt you, Annika.”

Annika looked back down at the ground.  Her hands were gripping the grass.  Her knuckles were white.

“I’m so sorry,” she said.

“Hey,” he soothed.  “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.  It’s okay.”

“No!  It will never be okay.”  She looked back up at him and there was such sorrow in her eyes that he felt as if someone stabbed a knife in his heart.  “I can never give you want you want, Kieran.  I don’t have it in me.”

“It’s okay,” he tried to make light of the situation.  “Don’t worry about it.  We got a little caught up in the emotion.  Just take a few deep breaths and let’s talk about it.”

Kieran stood and pulled on his pants.  He grabbed her clothes and spell dried them.  Walking over to her, he knelt down in front of her.  “Let’s put your shirt on, okay?”

Annika nodded her head and let Kieran pull her up from the ground.  He placed the shirt on her and buttoned it up.  Annika’s head hung low and she didn’t look at him.  Holding out her pants, he let her put them on. While she did that, he spread out a blanket from his saddle bag.  He opened up a bottle of honey wine that he had brought.

“Come sit down, Annika.  Have a glass of wine.  We’ll talk when you’re ready.”

Annika let out a tiny hiccup and sat down cross legged on the blanket.  She idly picked at a blade of grass.   Kieran brought over two glasses of wine and sat down across from her.  Handing her a glass, he tried a little humor. 

“Well, you are officially the first woman I have set into a fit of tears with my love making.”

Annika let out a harsh laugh.  She took a sip of the wine and looked at him with misery in her eyes. “That’s the problem.  It was love making.”

Kieran cocked his head to the side.  “And that’s bad?”

Annika nodded her head.  “For me it is.”  Her voice was small, like a child.

Kieran didn’t push.  He watched as she continued to pick at the grass.  Tears filled her eyes again, and he watched one roll down her cheek and spill onto the blanket.  Finally, she took a deep breath and looked at him.

“My mother died when I was six.  Mary helped to raise me for the next five years…until she fell in love and moved away.”  Kieran noted the word “love” was said with bitterness.  “My father quickly married, thinking I needed a woman’s influence in my life.  That woman brought her son, Mason, into our home….”