Chapter 5 Desire

• Agonizing fear invaded Isabella’s body when the plane started spinning.
• The world seemed to come to an end and she was about to die alone, in a way few experienced, and none lived to tell, to share the emotions and the thoughts or the images that invaded their brain in their last minutes of life.
• It was not the sort of knowledge that would have been of help to any extent, but tears were soaking her cheeks as she cried her heart away.
• She had no dear person she would hate to leave behind, except maybe for her sister, even though in the last years they haven’t had much of a contact. Maybe Luisa will not make it either and she will never find out about her awful death. Maybe they would meet on the other side, if there was such a thing, she couldn’t know for sure.
• There was no lover who would miss her when weekends came and he would have to sing in his car alone, while going on short trips around the country.
• No husband who would yearn for her while making the bed at night or having breakfast fixed with leftovers from previous dinner, no children who would cry about her absence after school for she would not be there to help with homework or to read a bedtime story.
• She was still young, but she always dreamed about having a family. Now it was all in vain. She didn’t even have a friend to regret her death.
• Indeed, she had co-workers at the diner who she got along with, but she was still the type of person that kept to herself. Having been through so many personal tragedies, avoiding getting hurt again was her top priority.
• ‘So why does it hurt like hell right now?’ She sobbed uncontrollably. ‘And Edmund, where is he?’
• Out of nowhere, they shared the same space again, he was standing in front of her in all his mighty glory with his well flavored and very much naked hot body.
• Breath stuck in her throat. ‘Now I really feel like I’m going to die!’
• His glance of deep worry while trying to calm her down was suddenly replaced with one of fervid lust, a hunger that screams to be gratified. His soul sucking eyes hovering over her figure captivated her into immobility.
• She was staring at the work of art that was his body, her mouth grew watery in a flash, she had to swallow her saliva.
• ‘Is there the slightest possibility that I’m asleep and dreaming, fantasizing about this absurdly gorgeous man?’ She shook her head. ‘No, it’s real.’
• He lifted her in his strong muscular arms, and she gently leaned her hands on his moist chest for balance. The touch sent electrifying signals to her feminine parts, her knees weakened, she was grateful when he laid her in the bed.
• But he did not stop there.
• He gripped her inner thighs with his skilled hands, making his way under her clothes, inching closer to her center of pleasure in a slow tormenting motion. She was wet and needy, mesmerized by the man in front of her.
• “I’ll turn this into something to die for!” He whispered in her ear, the sound of his sinful tone awakened desires she was not aware how to stop, forcing her to leave behind any kind of moral value or prohibition.
• She just couldn’t convince herself to care about what was right or what was wrong anymore.
• Nobody else mattered, it was just them in that moment, melting their lips with fervor, tasting from what the other had to offer, escaping the calamitous reality.
• ‘If I’m to die, I’ll go like this, desperately wanting to feel more of him, my body in flames, waiting to be tamed by the thing only he can provide me.’
• Her clothes were out of the way when an unexpected knock on the door ruined their mood. It was followed by the flight attendant’s perturbed voice:
• “Mister Stark, I would like to inform you that the plane suffered a malfunction, but the issue was remedied and we are back on track. Are you okay inside?”
• “Yes, everything is fine here.”
• That seemed to be Edmund’s cue, he snapped out of whatever trance he was into without any delay, glancing at her with puzzling eyes, right before fleeing the room, leaving her behind, naked and shocked past belief.
• Closing the door behind him, he leaned on it for a few seconds.
• ‘How the fuck did that happen?’ He reprimanded himself, his member still hard and throbbing with heavy sexual drive, craving for her and just her, begging to be buried inside that sweet creamy body.
• ‘Jesus Christ, I’m still naked!’
• He covered himself with a blanket from below the chair, thanking God the plane was well supplied with everything one could need, going back in that room would be a massive disaster that he was keen to avoid at all cost.
• ‘She means nothing to me, it was something that happened in the spur of the moment, it’s fortunate that it came to no resolution. Is it not?’
• Her body was everything that he had envisioned under all those boring clothes that served as some kind of a shield against the male population. If one was not experimented enough, one could not guess what treasures were hiding beneath. It just happened that his eyes were well trained.
• Her lips tasted like a sweet forbidden fruit, so delicious one could go mad after a simple tiny bite, so addictive that one could even die if not granted a second piece.
• “Do you need something, Mister Stark? Can I be of any assistance” The peculiar look that the stewardess sent his way while posing the question hit him like a ramping lightning, violently reminding him who he was.
• Edmund Stark.
• The great Edmund Stark.
• His name gave chills on the spine to those who heard it and brought instant terror to those who crossed his path.
• ‘What the fuck am I doing here, avoiding that frail girl who cried and cried all day long since I’ve met her, as if crying is her most valued activity? I’m going back in!’