Chapter 32

A memory flashes of how her grandpa acted in the hospital found its way to her mind. A sizzling bolt of hatred went through her, shocking her with its intensity. She wanted to throw herself at Kane and rip her nails down his cheek, kick him until he screamed. It would definitely take much. He wasn't a coward. He was just too soft, too guilty to be innocent in her eyes. She started forward again but this time the rocky ground didn't help.
Kane's hair plastered to his face with sweat. It was hard to believe that he wasn't as sweet as he did look. He ran towards her and did a smooth spin just to land abreast the little witch.
"You don't want to do this," He spoke softly like he was speaking to a child.
Something changed about his voice, it was sassier than it used to be and more alluring. Divina could feel his hot breath close to the skin on her forehead. It was amazing how hate could become something different within seconds with the same intensity as before. What was he doing? How possible was it for him to get into her head? No! She wasn't going to allow that.
Divina gave him a jab almost hitting his ribs like she thought she did.
"Dam, that hurts,"
It did actually because it was a close-range blow. She was about giving him another punch when he held her fist.
"I know you can't do this. You are weak, if you really wanted to hurt me you would have done that a long time ago," His voice still had the sassy alluring quality.
Oh no, why must you sound so hot.
Divina sporadically started to rain soft punches to his chest for a while then stopped. His eyes cold blue, red, totally different from the guy who took good care of her for a fortnight. She began to do the same again but noticed how muscular he seemed to be under the thick hoodie. Kane held her hand firmly but gentle. He could feel the heat getting to him. His eyes graced her lips.
Who's going to make the first move He thought. But he had learnt from past experiences that the best thing is to let her come. She was drowning in his gaze for a moment. She hesitated but the mockery by the pounding of her heart couldn't let her be. She raised her head standing on her toes and she kissed him.
Shots of sensations ran down her skin. Kane stood there absorbing some pretense shock, like all the sensual pleasures and confusions around were passing over him like waves and his body was being permeated with these things.
Kane returned the kiss and it continued. She wouldn't have thought that a kiss could be so brief, desperate and could become wild.
She had thought his kiss would taste of holy water. Divina couldn't tell what was happening. The way he had kissed her had ordered her. She knew she kissed him first but now her feet were off the ground, and she could feel him move.
Did he walk faster than he run? Divina thought.
In no time they were on the mattress. Kane continued to kiss her. She put her arms around his neck, held her eyes shut tight. He moved to her neck and was covering her neck with his kisses. He had hold of her round, firm little arms.
He was kissing them, kissing the soft indentation of the flesh in the crooks of her arms, her wrists, her open palms. He felt her fingers stroking his hair, his face.
"Whatever you wish," she vowed. Kane couldn't believe his ears. She had been acting uptight, but a simple kiss was just the remedy.
"Whatever you wish," she vowed again.
"Are you happy?" He asked.
"Yeah, just do what you want" She begged.
"Yes, Kane." she held him against her dress, her fingers clasping the back of his neck.
"I have all that I want" But do you truly know what you want?" He asked her again. Divina was lifting his face so he could look into her eyes.
"I want to make my dreams come true."
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It seemed as if the lamp outside the room died somewhere. Divina was sitting on the verge of a dream. Same as Kane. He was so mortal now and was almost in that drowsy, comfortable strange stage. The habitual mortal feeling that the sun would wake him, and he would have that rich, habitual vision of the ferns in the sunshine and the droplets of rain.
Often afterwards he tried to remember those moments. Tried over and over to recall just what was in those moments which qualified them as special. He remembered how he had been caught off guard, how he was somehow insensible to the subtle changes which must have been taking place in him long after his heart had been bruised, robbed, and embittered beyond his wildest dreams. He needed to sift through those moments, those drowsy quiet early-hour moments when the clock ticked almost imperceptibly on the mantelpiece, and the sky grew paler and paler; and all he could remember-despite the desperation with which he lengthened and fixed that time, in which he held out his hands to stop the clock-all he could remember was the soft changing of time.
"It's not in your power to make that happen,"
Divina gave him a surprising look like she was saying now is not the time to begin your destiny talk.
He kissed her fiercely, a strong feral smell crawled up to them. She could feel it. It was without doubt the most pleasant sensation. He explored every inch of her mouth and gently forced his tongue on hers. His fingers began moving across her body, squeezing her breasts, slowly sliding down her stomach toward her thighs. And all the time his lips didn't leave hers. His hands were moving downward, caressing Divina's thighs, starting to reach between her legs. He stopped midway to pull off her top exposing the succulent jugs. She did the same and oh yes, she knew it.
His chest was so broad better than her dream.
Nothing mattered except their nakedness and the wonderful feel of Kane's body against hers. They were on the mattress exploring each other, and Divina gently pulled away from his embrace and started her tasty journey down his jaws. Moving up to his lips. She started kissing him, her tongue moving down his muscular, taut, sturdy body, embracing him with her lips, feeling his velvet hardness close, just so close to her mouth.
Then his hands found its way to her hips, turning her on her side, and his mouth was running down, down between her thighs, parting them to with tongue and pushing into the sweetness there, and just when neither of them could bear it an instant longer, he moved on top of her and slowly slid inside her, thrusting deep and making gentle circling motions he began moving. She began moving to his rhythm, their rhythm, the rhythm of the universe and everything around it.
Everything began to move faster and faster as he gently jack hammered her core. Blood boiled under Divina's skin. It burned her lips so much that she had to bite her lower lip. After that, her breath came in a wild gasp. Her fingers still remained knotted in his hair, clutching onto her. She raised her eyes to observe his look because she was caught in the costly thrill. His eyes were wild, his jaw clenched in acute restraint while he maintained the perfect conversation between his body and hers. Just the site of her bare skin-spotless and innocent was enough to keep him going. Slide after slide, glide after glide they were moving close to a climax and then it became spinning out of control, until there was a vast ecstatic explosion, and the earth became still and peaceful again.