Love bites, love bleeds

This chapter is strange and gives way into next one-which I don’t do often. Um…it’s two days later and kind of explicit-you’ve been warned.

Chapter 5: A night to remember
It had been two days since the night of the show-two days since Katrina had nearly given in to a temptation that followed her restlessly. She had been a mess at work-she’d given people the wrong antidotes, forgotten what cured a common fever. At home, things weren’t much better.
That morning while at breakfast, Ichabod had looked at her, a worried look on his face. “Are you feeling all right?” He’d stood and placed a hand to her cheek-which made her jump, her chair falling. Ichabod himself was startled. “What?”
Katrina shook her head. “It is nothing. You’d better hurry. You’re going to be late.” With another frown, Ichabod turned and left. Katrina sighed and picked up her chair, setting it upright before leaving herself.
She couldn’t wait any longer. She had to see him again. Like she had the first time, she gave Ichabod just enough belladonna to put him to sleep for the night. She then hurried up-stairs and changed into a red dress, ruby red, almost like the theater floor.
She then hurried to the show, getting there just in time to buy a ticket and sit in the first row this time-she was taking no chances. He came out and the audience happily greeted him. Their eyes met for the faintest second, and Katrina nodded. He started out the same way she’d first seen the show, though several things were added in. It also ended the same, though this time Michael picked someone else from the audience.
No sooner had he taken his final bow did he look at Katrina and mouth “ten thirty.” She nodded. He turned and pushed the box behind the stage and after everything was safely loaded into the wagon, he walked to the back of the theater. There she stood and Michael knew this time he wouldn’t hold back.
At first, neither of them said anything. Michael finally said “why did you come back?”
“I don’t know. You’ve done something to me. It’s like…you bewitched me.”
Michael laughed then, shaking his head. “I know I make my living through magic, but if anyone has bewitched anyone, you have captivated me.” Katrina looked down, feeling sudden shame, recalling a time when Ichabod had said something so similar.
When she looked up, Michael was closer now. He stood behind her, suddenly drawing her closer. “Michael…” He placed one finger to her lips, his eyes seeing into her soul. “Michael” she whispered, leaning into him, her face buried in his neck, Michael breathing deeply, drinking her into him.
He kissed her then, hard, making them both gasp. Michael fell into the wall, still kissing her, his hands feverishly running over her body, wanting and needing seeming to fade and mix, blurring.
When they broke away, gasping, Michael sighed and Katrina looked at the ground. “Katrina, if you don’t…” She silenced him with another kiss, long and good. “Katrina…”
“Sh. Don’t speak. Don’t think.” He looked at her, touching her gently in the moonlight.
“Come. No place for a fair maiden like yourself.” He led her to his home, this time straight to the bedroom. Breathing deep, he dragged her close, his hands running down her back, feeling for the catch on the dress, pulling it down slowly. She hungrily kissed him, sliding it off so that she lay in her corset. Michael kissed the top of her bosom, while Katrina slid her hands to his pants, undoing his belt. Michael broke away and untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it. Katrina helped him with her corset, undoing it slowly. When it fell off, exposing herself. Michael gasped. She was beautiful! She rushed into his arms, kissing him passionately. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. He finished his undressing, nudging his shirt off, then finished with his pants.
At last, he pulled himself over her, kissing her deeply. She welcomed him, clutching at him where she could grasp. He hesitated for a second then fell inside her. She gasped in spite of herself, looking up at him, watching him. He moved slowly, his hands ran through her hair, while his lips traveled the crevacies of her, nothing was left untouched by his moist lips.
Katrina groaned, she couldn’t believe the ecstasy she felt as Michael made love to her. That too surprised her-not even Ichabod had touched her-and yet here she was giving in to Michael and his caresses, his sweet kisses that seemed to come straight from heaven.
Suddenly, Katrina gasped and her body jerked upwards, Michael gently laying her on the bed, still inside her. Katrina breathed deeply, holding him tight. He shut his eyes and groaned as his back arched and he involuntarily threw himself forward. He groaned and grunted, pulling out then, his body aching, but satisfied.
Katrina held him close, feeling his body the way he had hers. His muscles were broad and finely tuned, his stomach flat and tight. He looked at her, touching her gently. She kissed him, he kissed her back, thanking God for his gift.
They could pay the piper in the morning. Come what may, Katrina didn’t care for the moment. No, not until…