Se7en. Kennedy Starling arrives at the Starling castle.
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Orcas
Oops... I did it again. I let her make me slip. She made me soft.
I am not a soft man.
When I saw her leaving I knew I could never let that happen.
I just reacted. I could tell by her voice calling me baby, telling me to let her breath a little, that she was hurting, I was hurting her.
I told her the truth. I really want her.
She wants me, I see it in her green eyes, she can't fight it really.
Not many women can.
I might have tipped my hand by telling her I was not a man.
But, she will see things are a bit different with me than any other man. Well, maybe...she never had a man before.
" Kennedy, just listen a moment." I had to be cool.
" I think we should make love to see if we are compatible. I think that's the logical approach."
" No."
That's all, just a no? Not even a maybe. Hmm, she is a hard ass.
I can't wait around to sweet talk her, I have to act now. When the moon rises, I will be gone. She might decide to let me go by then.
I put my hand on her hip, moving my finger around in a swirling motion.
She looked, well, tired would be the word.
Her eyes blinked. "I think I need to go for a while."
Kennedy was feeling overwhelmed.
I am moving too fast for her.
I see she thinks I'm pressuring her here.
I'm not really, I just need a little commitment before I leave.
" I will see you tomorrow then?" She asked, as she backed away from me.
I felt my hand tighten into a fist. Too late, I had to go. I had to go out tonight on family business.
My revenge couldn't wait for a human girl. I had to let her go, for now.
The moon was doing it's thing to me. I was becoming the beast that I was meant to be.
" Wait, before you run from me." I kissed her once again.
This time, I turned on my charms. I slanted my open mouth over hers, sealing her with a kiss of longing.
A kiss of desire. A kiss of raw s****l expectations. Mine not hers.
I assumed she has no expectations. I placed my thumb over her n****e moving it clockwise.
I knew by her pause, that she felt a warm rush of moist heat flooding her body.
I saw it in her breathing. She moved to get her hips and pelvis closer to mine.
I put her hand on my erection.
I let her feel the outline of it through my pants. She tried to get to it, placing her hand into my waistband.
Not yet bird. Slow burn, that's what she needs. Slow.
I slowly moved my hands around back and spread my fingers cradling her butt.
It was interesting to me how she naturally lifted her legs around me to get closer.
I held her up and pressed her against the wall for leverage.
I was moving slow, so very slow. I carried her to my bed.
She shook her head. "I'm saving myself for marraige, I'm sorry. I need it to mean something.
I want my husband to be fulfilled by my abstinence. Do you understand how important it is to me.
I am very faithful, when I love, it will be forever, not just one bright moonlit night."
I looked into those green eyes of hers.
" Yes, he will be a lucky man."
I knew I was not the one for her. I would get that key and take what was rightfully mine and let her go.
I still held her. Her heart beat slow and steady. She was so pliant, so kissable.
I let her go and she ran for the door, not looking back as she fled from me. We both knew why she ran.
She would break her vows of virginity with me.
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Kennedy
Nope, I'm not ever going back there. I mean who has s*x after meeting on a plane?
I'm not a Bond girl, I'm a Bend girl, like Bend Oregon.
I started to pack my things and carefully placed grandma into my bag.
Let's go granny.
I set out for Oaksprings. I was working on practicing my words as my speech therapist's had taught me through the years.
" Ap pull, apple. Ca boose," caboose. This relaxed my mind so I wouldn't stutter.
I got a taxi and headed inland.
This country was stunningly beautiful. Very green.
Very lovely contrast between sky and land.
I texted my daddy.
" Heading to the estate now, will call once I get settled."
I saw a line of thick Oak trees planted along a driveway that lead to a small white house.
I had the driver drop me there.
I would walk from here on in.
I felt a cool wind, like an ocean breeze, but even stronger as it whipped my loose curls around my head.
I pulled my hood up and trudged onward.
A man on a golf cart drove up to me.
" You must be Miss Starling! Welcome madam." He said, in a thick Scottish accent.
I nodded and he tried to take my bag, I held onto it tightly.
He pulled harder. I pulled back.
" Sir, no!" was all I said.
He looked surprised that I had raised my voice, then he smiled.
" You are her grand daughter, that's for sure." He turned and motioned to the seat.
" She's here in my bag sir, that's why I don't want to let my bag go." I admitted.
He nodded. " Just like Adele."
I smiled to myself. My grandma must have liked this man.
He drove like a crazy man.
I had to hang on for fear of being tossed out.
When we turned the corner I saw my new home. Starling castle. It was amazing.
It had high turrets and a drawbridge, a moat. A stone wall and huge iron doors with wolf head knockers.
I grinned. My mind went to all the Vincent Price movies I had ever watched about horror.
I was utterly in love.
The man who picked me up called himself Gus Finnegan. He showed me inside to a huge kitchen with an open fireplace.
The castle had been updated with plumbing, electric lights, glass windows, all of the modern amenities.
I looked around at everything. It was absolutely fricking awesome.
At the end of the tour Gus asked me," Which room do you fancy that I put you in?"
I pointed to a small room with a canopy bed. It would suffice.
" Nope." He walked down a long flight of steps and to a lower lever suite.
I lost it. This is amazing!
"This is my room?"
" Rooms." He said.
The whole lower level was to be mine, all mine. I hugged Gus, I was so happy.
He left me alone, showing me a pull cord that I could call him with.
I shrugged. " I got two legs."
I threw my clothes into a drawer and put grandma on my dresser.
Grandma you are home.
Next I placed all my castle Keys, my old Gaelic books and papers, and my inherited items on my bedside table.
I saw a picture on the wall. It looked every bit like me. The woman was wearing a corset, her waist was very small.
The dress was from the 1700's I thought. But what was striking to me was that she was wearing that special key around her neck on a chain.
I looked through the old jewelry my grandma left me and saw a gold chain.
This must be it.
I moved my- out of control- curls away from my neck and put that key on.
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