I leaned in, opened my mouth, and took a nip at his unguarded lower lip, my teeth sinking into his flesh. There, I thought, that'll teach you.
But the man didn't even flinch at my attack. He simply stood there as if in shocked surprise.
I tried to bite harder, to at least get a little reaction from him, but then...
Then I felt the hard grip of his hand behind my head, and I knew that my time was up.
I released his lip and tried to move back, but he wouldn't let me. He held me in that position with an ironlike grip, and I knew that I was in deep shit.
Panic hit me like the huge wave of a tsunami, and my heart raced as my body tensed. Oh God, he is going to hit me, isn't he?
The man made his move. He slammed his lips against mine, and he...
Oh. My. Fucking. Lord. He was kissing me. Hard out! His lips firm and warm against mine.
I freaked out and shook my head, begging to be let go. The man, however, wouldn't and even forced my mouth to open for him.
I whimpered in my throat, and the moment he managed to goad my lips to weakly part for him, he plunged his tongue in like a starved beast and explored my virgin mouth with a wild passion that terrified me witless. At the same time, however, his ardent, demanding kiss also stirred something hot and aching deep within me, and I felt more than a little dazed.
"Felix!" A loud voice came our way, the tone dark. "Enough fooling around with the boy."
The brute named Felix refused to listen to his moody-sounding friend, and his kiss became even more wild, his tongue demanding as it stroked and caressed my inexperienced one.
I groaned and whimpered softly. "Ngh..."
Oh God! What was this man doing? I couldn't breathe anymore. And my body felt like it was on fire.
"Felix!" The voice came again, louder this time, more urgent and demanding.
Only then did this Felix man terminate the kiss and pull back. By then, I was completely breathless and out of sorts, so much that I couldn't even sit up straight on the winged lion on my own. I felt as though the man had just sucked the life out of me.
Weak, I found myself falling forward, and the man who had arrogantly stolen my first proper kiss caught me in his arms.
With my face resting against his hard chest, I could hear the loud beating of his heart.
"You're a bit weak, aren't you, little elf?" Felix asked.
I didn't miss the amused tone in his smooth voice either. Not only was he not affected by the kiss, but now he was looking down on me, too?
Despite being very exhausted and dazed from that damned kiss, I removed myself from the man to inform him nonverbally that I was not that weak. It was merely a kiss, after all, and I shouldn't be affected that much, especially when it was with him. I wanted to further give him a good scolding but couldn't find the strength to open my now very sore after-kissed mouth to speak.
Moving closer, Felix wrapped his hands around my small waist and turned me around so that I sat straddling the winged lion. That was when the other man, Felix's colleague, appeared in my line of sight.
Sitting there, I could feel the man's dark gaze hot on me. Then, because I couldn't help myself and had gained a little of my strength back, I demanded, "Who are you people and why are you doing this to me? I swear I'm going to call the police and throw you all in jail."
Both men stood silent, staring at me as if I were a loon. By this point, of course, I myself wondered if I was a loon, because nothing that had happened so far made any sense. At least not to me.
First, I found myself in another realm. Then I was being chased for no reason. Only moments ago, I was being brutally kissed by this man named Felix, and now? Now what next?
Ignoring my demanding questions, Felix roughly pulled my hands together, which drew my attention to him. I saw that he was tying them with a rope. Shit!
I retaliated by struggling and even managed a few kicks against his chest to tell him that this was so not on. Instead of getting angry with me, he laughed. I got even more pissed and slammed my bare foot against his chest, hard. He caught my slender ankle, stopping me in my tracks. When I tried to pull my foot back, he refused to let go. He even went further so as to rub his thumb along the sole of my foot, which caused my body to quiver warmly.
He asked, as if perplexed, "Do elves have such tiny, soft feet?"
I had no idea how to respond to that since I wasn't an elf.
"Hmm..." He cocked his head to one side. "Your foot is a little wounded."
Of course they were wounded. I had been running in the woods barefoot, after all.
"Where are your boots?"
I was flabbergasted. What could I tell him? That I happened to cross over between two worlds while I had been bathing? Then, when I walked out of the pool, I found all my things had disappeared? Including a pair of flip-flops?
"I've lost them," I said.
"That won't do." He tsked in disapproval as if I were a child who didn't know how to dress right and was always losing her shoes here and there.
The moody man, who was still watching us, suddenly marched up and effortlessly hopped on the lion's back behind me, which surprised me into shocked stillness. He then wrapped one ironlike arm around my middle and the other around my wrists. Meanwhile, both his steel-like thighs clamped mine against the side of the lion so that I couldn't move an inch.
"Tie the little brat up, Felix," he said darkly, his voice rough and deep near my ear. "We don't have time for this nonsense."
This nonsense? I turned my head to give him a good scowl to tell him that I wasn't happy with the way he was treating me. The moment I did so, however, I regretted it, as he was watching me, his gaze intense on my face. And God, his masked face was so close.
I felt my throat go dry suddenly, and I licked my lower lip in reaction. Feeling rather uncomfortable and, more so, intimidated, I hastily looked away, my heart racing.
Meanwhile, Felix let go of my foot. He quickly and expertly bound me around the wrists. Once that was done, the one behind me finally released me and got off the lion.
"Let's go," he said sternly, and immediately, the men around us started marching back the way they had come, wherever that was.