spellbound (18+)

Nineteeth Flight

She looked away, holding herself. "That's what you want, right?"

Adrik swallowed. "Okay. You got me. This was dumb," he cupped her face. "I'll call it off."

"Why did you do it?" She whispered. "Am I disposable? Worthless—"

"Princess," he smiled, pulling her into kiss.

She pushed him away. "You made me see how you see me. As an object. Why did I think any better of you, Adrik?"

He closed his eyes. "Princess, just listen to me—"

Michelle sighed. Then all the emotion on her face seemingly floated away, her face still, emotionless. A small smile lifted onto her lips.

"It's my fault. I think...I had a certain amount of faith in you. I'm glad...you showed me who you are. It's noted."

She walked away. He frowned. What was this feeling? It wasn't guilt. He felt guilty but this wasn't it. It was worse.

He pulled her back again. "Hey, hey, Princess...I..." he paused. "Where are you going?"

She swallowed. But said nothing.

He frowned deeper, his hair flopping in his eyes. "Hey...you can't leave. Don't even think about it."

Michelle looked at him. His dark brown eyes, roman nose, stubble coming in.

"Or what will you do to me, Adrik?" She whispered, stepping closer to him. "Kill me? Sell me?"

"You cannot leave, " he boomed, "You will stay here, Michelle."

"Or what?!" She screamed.

Something like fire burned under his skin. "You said it yourself, Michelle. You put a spell on me. Don't blame me for what I do...when I'm spellbound."

Michelle's lips quirked up. "Is that a threat?"

Adrik sighed. It was no use. He turned around. "You wanna go home to Daddy, Princess?" He unbuttoned his shirt.

"You know I do."

He chuckled. "Stay the night. I'll put you on a flight tomorrow."

She sighed. "And all I have to do..."

He undid his belt with a knowing smirk. "Catch it?"

She glanced away.

• • •

The sun rose over hill, a cigarette between his lips. He glanced down at her, at his Michelle who hadn't slept.

Put her on the first flight? Out of this town? Should he? He'd told her he would, but just to calm her down.

He sighed.

"You're not," her soft voice cut through the silence. "Going to let me go, are you?"

He licked his lips, before turning around, cupping her beautiful face.

She closed her eyes, making his eyes widen. She always did have an iota of trust in him. Since they met. She was always skeptical of him, but she...

Had a faith in him. Her eyes opened, flicking to his.

That was gone now.

He frowned. "Yes...I'll put you in a flight this morning. Get you back home," he inhaled.

She looked between his eyes. "I..."

He nodded, hearing her hesitance, hearing the words in her silence.

He kissed her softly, the sun behind them glowing between the hills as he laid her down, hovering over her, pulling her leg over his waist, as he slid inside her, his forehead against hers, their lips barely touching as he rocked inside her.

She exhaled, her mouth open against his, as he breathed her air, her soft gasps. His brows knitted, her walls pulsing against him, her body slack.

All night he'd taken her, but he couldn't get enough. He couldn't stop. The need to consume her whole, feel her imprint her to memory.

"Adrik," she whispered.

His back gave way, as fell onto her body. Give her up? These soft moans, his name, her presence.

No.

"I want..." he murmured. I want I want I want—

Fuck.

"Adrik..."

He shuddered, her nails scratching down his back, going slack in his hold as huffed, pressing a sloppy kiss against her neck.

"But..." he whispered, against her neck. "If you take that flight...you'll go home to nothing. Because...I'll destroy it all."

She paused. He felt her still under him. He cursed. He couldn't. Not yet. One day, he would honor his word.

Let her go.

Not today. Not for a while.

He let his head fall back, wrapping his hand around her throat gently. Her eyes sparkled with tears, as he wiped them away.

"You're my Princess. Just...stay in your castle, Michelle. Just for now."