Welcome to installment #21 of the Chasing Shadows – Making Amends series. For more information or to read the previous scene, head to this page.
Adrenaline racing through Mujur’s blood kept him on high alert even after the danger passed. He worried about the pressure he put on Kecil’s tiny frame, but it couldn’t be helped. To move too soon would attract his hunters.
As time stretched without signs of the males returning, Mujur’s senses realigned. No longer in tune to the crunch of leaves underfoot, his attention turned to the soft body beneath his, the scent of Kecil’s hair, her shallow breathing. The olive skin of her neck teased him with its closeness.
He stifled a desire-filled groan, but could do nothing about his lengthening shaft. Only the thin loin cloth provided a barrier between him and Kecil’s feminine flesh.
She squirmed, doing nothing to take his mind off things he wanted to do to her.
He’d promised her protection, but he wanted to have her, slide into her wetness and experience the sensation of each slow thrust. He couldn’t seem to align his body with his mind which knew danger could return at any moment.
“Mujur.” His name came as a soft whisper on Kecil’s lips. A flush traveled from her hair line, flooded the nape of her neck, and continued down her back.
He eased off her, but not before he grazed his tongue against her shoulder, taking in the slight saltiness of her skin and a uniqueness which was hers alone.
Kecil rolled to her side, and the pulse in her neck fluttered, tempting him to kiss it. She swallowed. “I think…” her tongue moistened her lips.”I think they’re gone.“
Mujur opened his senses and tested the environment. Immediately, the tug which constantly pulled him toward the penanggalan strengthened.
He rose, leaving the distraction named Kecil where she lay. Kill the cat. Destroy the penanggalan. Escort Kecil south. Those were his missions.
Kecil lowered her gaze, and her hand trailed along the birthmark on her neck. Even in her demureness she attracted him. If only he were free to sample her. If only they had met at another time in life. If his hunt for the penanggalan was over and Kecil was safely in Nenek’s or Berani’s village. But that wasn’t the case.
He held out a hand. “We move.”
Her eyes jerked to his before she gave a stiff nod. Kecil placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet.