Defy Not The Heart. Amy BlankenshipЧитать онлайн книгу.
In those dreams, he kissed her in places unimaginable, and did things to her body that she never thought could feel so good.
She sighed in her sleep. But they were only dreams⦠Kyoko curled up into a ball and shivered at the memory of last nightâs dream. Her body trembling beneath his as he made mad passionate love to her⦠she whimpered at the memory. Dreaming of Shinbe like that, almost made her feel like she was cheating on Toya.
'No!â she told her mind, 'Toya has never been my boyfriend. Therefore I do not have one, and so long as itâs in my mind, I can think anything I want⦠including in my dreams.'
The dream had been so stimulating that when she awoke, she felt like she would just melt. When she saw him sitting there against the wall, as if nothing had happened, that alone confirmed it being only a dream. What was going on in her head? She had to get a grip. Shinbe could never love some inexperienced, little girl like herself. He was obviously a man of the world, who had probably conquered more women in one night than she could count on both hands. She squeezed her eyes shut refusing to think anything else.
Shinbe had come back into the hut relaxed and calm⦠until his eyes fell on her sleeping form. His whole body stilled and he stood there, just watching her for a few minutes. He saw her shivering, lying on the thin mat. Why didnât she still have the cover heâd placed across her last night? He glanced over to where she had shoved the cover out of the way while dealing with Toya.
He silently crept over and covered her with the thick blanket and stayed beside her as she continued her restless sleep. âWhy did he have to feel this way?â he sighed as he sat down, leaning against the wall, watching her. He knew the answer to that. âShinbe, the guy that everyone took as a joke when it came to women, had fallen in love with a girl from another time.â
He stared at her longingly and then pressed his lips together. She was going to kill him when she realized it wasnât a dream. Toya was going to kill him too. Could he die twice for such a crime?
Slumping his shoulders Shinbe sighed again, âYeah⦠about Toya.â Kyoko was in love with his hot tempered brother. He could feel the guilt creeping up his spine. âWhy did she have to fall for the one who would never treat her right?â He would love her with everything he had. So what if he had a little curse on himself. That shouldnât be too weird. After all, Kyoko had told them about her grandfather and his belief in curses, and demons. âDamn, Toya.â
Kyoko murmured in her sleep. He glanced up to see sheâd rolled over with her back to him. The blanket he had placed around her had slipped off. The skimpy skirt she wore had flipped up, exposing her most precious asset. A shiver coursed through his body. âSo⦠freakin tempting.â
His hand reached out to caress the silky white material that obstructed his view further. He gritted his teeth, pulling his hand back before his fingers made contact. âAh, so close. But so is death, and Iâd like to live a little longer.â he gave a snort of laughter as he tucked his hands inside his coat. He had to watch what he did from here on out, or his life could end a little sooner than he anticipated.
He would tell her the truth in a minute, if she werenât in love with his brother. He knew he wasnât alone in his feelings for her. She was their priestess, and they protected her with their life. All of his brothers loved her dearly, each in their own way. But Toya was different. Toya never liked anyone. Shinbe had seen it. Toya was deeply in love with Kyoko, even if he wouldnât acknowledge it.
Shinbe closed his eyes, feeling them start to burn. He had no right to love Kyoko, or anyone else for that matter. He had the ability to save them all in battle. All he had to do was cast the spell of time, and he could create a void that sucked up everything in its path. It was his greatest power, and his worst enemy. Every time he used the dangerous spell, he could feel it getting stronger.
Everyone had warned him not to use it unless he had no other choice because one day it would become too strong for him to handle, and turn on him. The spell had been a gift from his uncle⦠the same uncle that was the enemy. At first he had thought it was a grand gift, but now he realized it wasnât a gift at all. It was a curse. One he would use to destroy the very one who had given it to him⦠even if he lost his own life in the process.
Shinbe yawned. He had gotten almost no sleep last night, before, nor after Kyoko had come back. Heâd spent most of the evening listening to Toya rant because she hadnât come back through the heart of time before dark like she promised.
At first, Shinbe had worried that she was still mad at Toya when she hadnât come back. Sheâd screamed at Toya before leaving because heâd tried to keep her from going back to her time. Toya had even stood in front of her, blocking her from the maiden shrine. In the end, she wound up putting that spell on him numerous times, more times than Shinbe was able to keep count of. But sheâd promised to come back before dark the next day.
Shinbe smirked remembering how Toya had fought the spell, cursing all the while about what he was going to do to Kyoko when he was able to move again.
His gaze roamed over Kyokoâs form. This is why he found her so irresistible. She could be angry with Toya one minute, and love him the next. She held no grudge, no matter how much he hurt her.
When Toya had first met her, heâd tried to kill her. Now things had changed, everyone knew that Toya loved her to death, would even die for her. But still he pretended he couldnât stand her and it often hurt her feelings. It was just Toyaâs way of hiding his heart.
Shinbe placed his fingers over the bridge of his nose, trying to ease his mind. Honestly, he felt bad for Toya, and didnât really intend on thinking bad things about him. Itâs just that Toya had a chance with Kyoko and ignored it.
He would have died for a chance like that. Heâd treat her like a queen, if only she would let him. Thatâs the reason he lost it last night. The truth was, last night heâd just snapped. Now, after last night... Shinbe squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe she was better off with Toya, after the way he had betrayed her innocence.
Shinbe jerked as Kyoko shifted once more in her sleep, exposing more of her thigh. He stared at her creamy skin, his hands twitching beneath his coat. âWhy did she have to have such beautiful skin?â He felt himself getting sleepier as he watched Kyoko's restless slumber and slowly crawled across the floor, never taking his eyes off the back of her head. He knew if he got any closer, she was going to wake up, roll over, and slap him.
So far, so good. He leaned over her still form to gaze down at her face. Shinbe grinned. She still smelled of alcohol.
âDidnât bother me last night,â he smirked.
A stray auburn tress clung to her shoulder. He gently reached down and slid it to the side with a soft sigh before laying down behind her, nuzzling into her silky locks. He dared not get any closer for fear of death but while she slept, he could at least offer her comfort. He reasoned with himself.
If she were to wake up and find him there, he would just explain how tired he was, and that this was the only place to lie⦠while keeping an eye on her that is. Heâd gladly take the slap heâd get for this. It would be worth it, just to lie beside her for a few hours and rest. He was too exhausted to worry about the consequences as his eyes drifted closed. He was right where he wanted to be and damn the consequences.
Kyoko whimpered sleepily and rolled over feeling a pocket of warmth. She pulled her hands up under her chin and nuzzled into it. When she tilted her head and it stopped against something solid she sighed deciding she was probably just dreaming again. Testing the theory, she placed one of her hands against the warmth.
Yup, very solid. She snuggled closer in her dream, and in her dream, the warmth wrapped around her waist. She smelled the scent of jasmine tea and a woody, earthy scent.
âWhy canât I get him off my mind? He smelled so good.â
She remembered the first time he had held her