He Who Touched Her Soul

"You should be sleeping, Julie. Why are you out here?"

I looked at the man who had been in my mind the whole day. He was wearing his usual black clothes minus the coat. Duncan had this commanding way about him when he walks.

I rolled my eyes and ignored his words. I was too tired to argue with him. My day was full of complaints and lost orders. There were other mundane things that would have been solved by simple logic but no.

People now a day were so stupid. Logic it seemed was rare to find.

The lone tree near the coach house had a swing that the kids had asked me to install. It looked like those fancy swings you have seen in romantic movies. Nicole asked for it and Claude was the one to pick the color.

"I need to relax. I am having a hard time relaxing inside the house these past few days," I replied to Duncan.

"Is it because of me?" he asked as he sat beside me and gave the swing enough push to make it move.

I shook my head and closed my eyes. I felt him sit closer to me and the next thing I know my head was resting on his shoulder.

I smiled. I cannot really get mad at this man. He was always near me. Invading my space, yet he made sure I would be comfortable when he was near.

My left hand was enveloped in warmth, another habit of his. Duncan would always hold my hand. It doesn't matter if I just got out of the bathroom or it was covered in snot, he would be holding them when he can.

"Warm enough?" he asked.

I nodded. I could feel him kicking the swing so it will continue to sway. It was endearing actuality I cannot remember the last time a man had cared for me.

"Do you want me to carry you back inside?"

His question made me look at him, a death glare in my eyes, "Don't you dare…" The rest of my words were lost as I looked at him.

He was smiling. The way his eyes glowed in dark was eerie but not to me. I must be out of my mind, I thought. His eyes were glowing like he was a vampire, and here I am getting wet by the damn man.

Duncan must have noticed the state of my body because there was suddenly a sexy grin on his lips.

"Do not start, D," I told him.

"I was not even saying anything," he replied.

"Oh, I know what is going on inside that head of yours."

He gave a mock gasp before looking down at me, "You can read my mind? I thought I was the immortal one. How could I miss that you were one too?"

I was about to hit him when he captured my lips into a hot searing kiss.

His tongue sought mine and I was powerless to resist. Not that I was resisting mind you, but damn he took my defenses in one swoop.

I find myself straddling his lap as his left hand held my head in place while the other was around my waist keeping me from falling.

He had kissed me before, I should get used to how he does it. But oh man, why does it feel like it was always the first time? I could not help but melt against him. Let him take the lead with our kiss.

I could feel the heat from his body. He was like a furnace and I was a big block of ice that was slowly melting in his arms.

His hand that was holding my waist was slowly kneading the flesh of my hip. I should be embarrassed. After all, he could feel how much body fat I have. But the way he caressed me said otherwise.

His hand slowly made its way up my thigh till it reached the hem of my dress. I really should not be wearing a dress around this man. But I am done with changing myself just to fit in the eyes of other people.

Duncan doesn't seem to mind whatever I was wearing though. I could see how his eyes lit up when he sees me. For the past months that he had been taking care of me and the kids, he knew what clothes I usually wore.

I could feel the heat of his hand on my skin as it made contact with my bare flesh. I moaned into our kiss making me lean closer to him. In response, he let go of my head and skimmed his other hand from my neck down to my spine until it reached my lower back. Bringing me a lot closer to the bulge hidden underneath his pants.

He palmed my inner thigh which causes goose bumps to appear on my skin. Oh, gads his touch feels so good. It was like he was giving life to my dead flesh. I know that sounds overly dramatic but it is true.

Duncan let go of our lips, I could feel his hot breath on my mouth. He was still close to me and I could feel that he was giving me little brushes of kisses. He then dragged it toward my ear and gently bit it.

I gasped and tried to get away from him. He knew that it was my erogenous zone and I was like putty the moment I felt his tongue trace the outline of my ear, at the same time his finger touched the gusset of my underwear.

"You are so wet, lass," he whispered while Duncan rubbed the nubbin hidden between my womanly folds. I hid my face in his neck when I felt a wave of orgasms wash over me. "That right, lass. Let it go, I'm here. Let's see if we can do more than once shall we?"

All I could do was whimper as another wave hit me. This time I felt one of his fingers slip inside with ease because I was so wet. I had to cling to him because my body was torn.

I wanted to get away from him at the same time; I wanted to be as close to him as possible. It was a kind of war that had been happening in me for the past months each time we got too close.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to hide.

I wanted to get away from him as far as possible.

But at the same time…

I wanted him to stay.

I wanted him to shelter me.

I wanted to be as close to him as possible.

As another wave of orgasm crashed into me, I slumped into his embrace. The way he commanded my body to such pleasures should scare me. Yet I crave more.

And between that pleasure was something far more deeper than anyone had been.

Duncan had somehow also touched my soul.