Libra's Symphony (Alec Volturi x OC)

Gifted

Alec didn't move immediately even after I lifted my gift from him. He froze, his face turned away from me and angled in a way that evidenced his usually not so visible jawline. His face still had the roundness of his youth, though it was so easy to look right past it with the way he dressed, moved and spoke. I let my eyes travel through the side of his face, admiring his profile, before he whipped his head back to me in shock. He stared at me with wide eyes, speechless, and I tried not to smile at the sight. Never before I felt like I had so much power over him. Never before had I been capable of hurting him physically like that. It felt thrilling and gave me a sense of righteousness, a power trip with a justified purpose.

Until he spoke.

"That hurt." He touched his healed cheek with his fingertips as he continued to stare at me with awe. "That really hurt."

I smiled but then I noticed his tone and my smile slowly faded away, giving place to my own shock. He closed his eyes and sighed and there was no longer any trace of doubt about my suspicion.

"You liked it."

He opened his eyes and it was his turn to smile. When he spoke again his voice was deep and raspy, and his eyes were clouded by his eyelids as he lowered his head to stare right into my soul –

"Choke me."

It sounded like begging.

My mouth hung open and a delicious shiver ran down my spine. I didn't move, locked in place absolutely dumbfounded.

How the fuck am I supposed to get back at him if he enjoys the pain I inflict?

The bathtub was still filling up and I was covered in blood, I had to remind myself. With incredible effort I emerged from my haze and ignored the impulse to do exactly what he asked. I blinked and shook my head with incredulity, turning my back on him so I could undress and enter the tub before it overflowed, or before I did something against my better judgement. Alec appeared in front of me in a millisecond, blocking my way. He buried a hand in my hair and pulled my face forcefully to his, but I threw myself at him and we fell to the floor. His head broke the marble tile when he hit it.

I ended up sitting on top of him, my thighs caging him in. I took his hands and pinned them down, one at each side of his head. He struggled but didn't break free.

"I'm stronger than you now, ain't I?"

He gave up.

"Yes. You will be stronger than me for a while."

I stopped, wondering what to do.

I just wanted to get fucking clean.

"Let me get into the tub."

"Your bath can wait. You should undress me instead."

I looked down, taking notice of our position. I would have blushed if I still could but all that took over me was an incredible need to taste his mouth and his skin with my new senses. He was looking at me in expectation, powerless under my hold.

He looks so damn good like that.

The noise of the water filling up the tub got my attention. When I looked at it Alec used the opportunity to flip us and land on top of me. He kissed me before I managed to react, biting his way into my mouth. When he pushed his tongue against mine everything else was forgotten, nothing else mattered; all my senses were hijacked by the overwhelmingly sweet feeling of him.

He tasted even better than I remembered.

His hands quickly found their way to my breasts under my shirt and I moaned so softly that I thought he could not have heard me, but he smiled against my lips and a low chuckle shook him. I pulled myself up, annoyed at him for getting the upper hand yet again even after my transformation, and ended up sitting on the floor with him on my lap, his hands still under my shirt.