Love bites, love bleeds

This next chapter is a little more…racy but still on the safe side. Um…read and enjoy!

Chapter 4: Desire, desire, desire
As Michael was putting his props away, he felt his hands shaking. He stopped and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Finally, he finished and loaded them on his wagon, safely tying them down.
He had known that she would be there-and he still couldn’t shake his need for her. He knew he was playing with fire, but he didn’t care-she was incredible and he wanted… Well, he shrugged from there. His mind always seemed to hit a brick wall at that part.
At ten thirty exactly, he looked up and saw her. She looked like an angel: her dress was white and silk, a shawl over her shoulders. He beamed. She had shown! What a great conquest that night was going to be!
“You came. I wasn’t sure you would.”
She blushed again and nodded. “I did. Were you always called magic man or did someone bestow you with a name?”
He smiled. “Michael James Giry.”
“Katrina Van Tassel-which you already knew. Dare I ask how?” She looked at him then, not scared at all for the first time.
“Ah. A great magician never reveals his secrets.” He placed a finger to his lips and smiled at her. She smiled back. He stepped closer and took her hand. “Come. The night is young-as are we.” She looked at him, a bemused one of curiosity and excitement.
There were so many reasons to say no and pull away, yell for help, but she did none. He calmly walked, her hand in his, which she noticed were smooth and cool. Like my mothers… She let the bizarre thought pass through her mind as he led her through the winding streets and narrow alleys.
At last he came to a door; typical on the outside, but what lay inside was anything but ordinary. Upon first entering, nothing could be seen, but with an experts touch, Michael gently lit a lantern. Through the dimness, Katrina could make out many odd shaped boxes-more of his magic. She wondered what was in them-and why he had brought her.
With a casual smile, Michael turned something on the counter-a music box. He felt it catch and took her hand. “May I have this dance, fair maiden?” She smiled and nodded, leaning in closer to him. They danced slowly, Michael moved with slowly, surely, Katrina felt such ease in his arms, the music around them soft and brought images of warm spring days.
Neither would know how the kiss started, but it did and it surprised them both, Michael pressing down slightly harder, Katrina not stopping him, possibly even encouraging him to continue. Her shawl fell off as the kiss deepened and Michael could feel his body getting hot and irritated; Katrina herself felt dizzy but didn’t want him to stop either. But he did. He pulled away and turned, his chest heaving deeply. “Please leave. Before either of us can control it.”
Katrina left without a sound.
When she was gone, Michael went to the bedroom, furious with himself, but at the same time, knowing that he couldn’t give in. He sighed deeply. His entire body burned and pulsed like a raging forest fire, wanting her, needing her. To have touched something so pure and tender…
Again, he shook his head. Sure his entire body was racked with needing, his manhood needing nothing more than to slip inside her, to be relieved.
Little did he know Katrina felt the same.