SS: 'LifeMate' ch-4 pg-15 09/9 - Page 7

Asad glanced up at the camera trained on him, his mouth twisting in a humorless smile, flashing his white teeth. With his eyes staring straight at the lens, he lowered his head & stroked a caress across the pinpricks on her neck with his tongue. That look would feel him everything. He knw each of them, knw their scent; he knew his enemies. Their stench was in his very lungs, & he was a hunter. He had gone from prey to predator with one small infasion of blood. It wasn't enough to completely heal him, but it was enough to allow his escape. He lifted the woman's limp body easily to his shoulder, moving with a graceful show of strength. He had every intention of drawing his enemies to him & away frm his family. Bt 1st he would destroy everythng they had built out in the jungle. They hid their lab away from prying eyes. They hid their hideouts torture chamber deep withing the jungle, thinking they were ear from law, far from justice, but he would show them who owned this part of the world, who had owned it for a long, long time.

The woman erupted into a wild struggle, attempting to squirm away frm him.

Asad tightened his hold on her. "Stop it", he ordered. "You hv no way to escape. It is impossible lie still." His voice was a soft menacing command.

Zoya lay quietly, feeling the enormous strength is his arms. She fought down her panic, trying desperately to think. Her body had become lead. It was an effort to lift her arm, make a fist, pound on his back. She was dizzy & sick. His emotions were swamping her, a wild swinling of dark danger beating at her. She had never come close to feeling such overwhelming emotions. They welled up like a volcano explosive, violent, very intense. She sensed something wild & untamed, a predator widout equal. Her neck throbbed & burned & she wondered what manner of demon she had unleashed.

She actually felt the strength gathering in him. Felt it. A seeting cauldron of enormous power. It built in him & seemed to spill out of him, out of his bones, bursting frm his masculine body. So that the building fram shook & creaked ominously bulged outward in an attempt to contain such power. Zoya clutched at the tattered remains of his shirt, he fis bunching the materiel in her palm, needing something, anything to hang on to.

"My sister might be in here." She managed to whisper the words. Terrified Humeira would be caught in the massive destruction of cement & montar.

"No one is in the building but us", he assured. He moved then, his speed so incredible everything around her blurred. Zoya squeezed her eyes shut tightly to prevent the dizziness from over coming her. Her stomach lurched & she clung grimly. She could feel the powerful muscles bunching beneath her, the rush of air over her body. She could have sworn at one point they left the ground, moving through space so quickly they were flying.

FEAR amounting terror tone at Zoya. She had no idea what she was dealing with, bt he was a powerful predator & from the condition she found him in, his anger was justified. She could feel a controlled rage simmering deep within him.

Shockingly, they seemed linked together, the feeling his emotions, he feeling hers. She summoned her courage, her eyes still held tightly shut to keep dizziness at body, kee from being overwhelmed with fear & the rush of wind in her face as the raced through the chamber of horrors. She needed all of her senses working if she was going to escape. She had to be alert for that one moment, that one chance when he would momentarily be distracted. She tried to gather her strength.

It seemed a monumental task in the face of being upside, her stomach rammed hand against his shoulder. He held her with one arm tightly across her buttockes easily as if he barely remembered she was there. Her stomach rebelled & she was weak & light headed. But his touch seemed familiar, intimate even. His fingers were splayed across her bottom, absently carressing the roundness of he muscles even as he was striding quickly through the building. Almost as if his touch remembered her body, knew her intimately in some way. Zoya couldn't focus properly no matter how hard she tired, aware of his fingers more than she would have liked.

The very foundation of the building shook; wrenching apart, the earth beneath them buckled & ripped violently. Sparks began to snap & cracked around them as the wining popped from the beams, cracking & splintering overhead. Light fixtures swayed precariously. Fissures appeared in the floor, along the wall, greal, ominous cracks.

There was a roaring in her ears, loud & instant. The man locking her to him moved smoothly, fluidly, a certain poetry to his motion, mot jurring her badly knotted stomach.

BREATHE. She heared the word as a soft whisper in her mind. Almost a caress, intimate.
BREATHE. As if warm air 4m his mouth was breathed into her ear. As if his lungs moved for her lungs. Her body still felt leader, her arms hanging heavily down his back. She tried to concentrate tried to gather her strength to wait for her moment, but that single word had disturbed her. Changed her. BREATHE. It whispered through her body, swam in her blood stream, spread insidiously through out her body so that her very heart beat the rhythm of his heart. And the word was in her mind, not spoken aloud.

As the building vibreted he took stairs 3 & 4 at a tym. He leapt from the crumbling cement wall, a good 20 feet in the air, landing easily on the balls of his feet, still careful not to jar her. Flames were licking at the blockes of concrete, trying to find fuel, greedily looking for something to deuour as he took her into the shelter of the jungle.

At once the dark green leaves enfolded them, swallowed them, a heaven of rich, lush vegetation. The dark ness was nearly inpenetrable beneath the heavy canopy of foliage overhead. The fallen trees & thick shrubbery didnt slow him down. He moved as one born & bred in the jungle silently and deadly protecting her with his body as he raced through the darkened interior, putting distance btwn them & the crambling lab. He seemed to knw exactly where he was going, when the most were disoriented deep within the forest. Before he had run with speed & power, now he began to falter, his legs shaking as if he were suddenly weak. Blood still ran from his wounds & trickled down his body frm the many lacerations.

Zoya flexed her fingers, grasping his tattered shirt. She didnt hv energy to cry out a protest, limp & lifeless, hanging like a sack over his shoulder, but she was certain he was half-mad with pain. All at once they were back on the edge of the trees where civilization had hacked the jungle bck to villagers. The jungle, as always was creeping forward to reclaim what had been taken, providing cover all the way to the very edge of the village.

He stopped near a thick tree trunk, a shadow in the darkness she felt his stillness, his gathering of information, scenting the wind. Her heart began to pound in anticipation, a loud, terrifying beat. He was hunting prey. Deep withing her very soul, she knew he was hunting human prey with her leader body draped casually over his shoulder. She wanted to struggle, to scream, to warn his victim. No sound emerged; her body refused to obey her. Her heart nearly exploded in her chest, wild & frightened.

BREATHE. It came again. A soft command in her mind, gentle, intimate. A caress she felt on her skin, a stroke she felt in her hair. On her bare breast. Air moved through her lungs, through his, & her heart found the steady, natural beat of his.

NOTE: I am cutting (16+) from the title. It hv no use as far. Its nt a mature theme story more appropiate to be called as a thriller. Romance will be in its place. But suspense & thriller will be the main part. So those reader who does feel uncomfort to read mature stuffs, they can freely read it. As its no long a mature themed.

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