32 Leinards Hidden Power (1/2)

_”Famine.”_ Leinard spoke my name in my mind.

I turned to face him.

”I'm going to take Famine for a short moment. Go ahead all, we'll be with you soon.”

Death and War gave Leinard a serious look before nodding their heads and following Jensen into a door at the end of the hallway we had entered into.

Leinard grabbed my hand and led me into a nearby room, which was a compact utility storage room for brooms, cleaning equipment and other shelved products.

”What are we doing here?”

”No time,” Leinard said when he leaned in and kissed me with fiery pa.s.sion.

A moment I wasn't ready or in the mood for, having come out of those creepy lanes.

”Stop it Da... Colonel. Not in the mood.” I moaned, but I was succ.u.mbing to his touches and kisses.

Leinard pulled out of the kiss, removed his colonel hat, so he could rest his head on my shoulder.

”I need to kiss you. I can't?”

”Oh geeze.” I sighed and kissed his cheeks, feeling myself now in the mood to taste more of him.

Leinard pulled me into another pa.s.sionate kiss. I arched my hips to feel more of his touches around my waist. His lips moved from my mouth to send a fiery trail down my neck. My mind was slowly turning blank from his kissing and touches.

”I need to show you.”

We removed unnecessary clothing as best we could in the tight s.p.a.ce we were in, causing bottles and brooms to rattle against their shelves with threats of toppling over as I allowed Leinard to kiss me all over and hold me in his protected embrace.

Hot blissful pain surged through my body as we moved to each other's pace, sucked in each other's air and desire for one another.

Deep into our lovemaking, my mind was locked onto a vivid image of a booth with a chair and grey s.p.a.ce surrounding it. A topless Colin sat in the chair with his Albert chain on his lap. He was made to drink a dark liquid before being sealed into the booth, which was observable outside from the gla.s.s panel walls.