The Wind Beneath His Wings

Prolouge

T

Her body tossed and turned to the danger around her, trying to alarm her spirit. 

Her ears are deaf to the voices that tell her to stay away.

The occipital lobe painted a beautiful picture right in front of her-she hallucinates.

Her mouth sealed shut, while the eye lids are put to rest, undisturbed.

Trapped in her own lucid dream; The nightmare that once exsisted vanishes.

Slipping into thin air, transformed her into someone else.

The sweet melodies of his deep raspy voice caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand as if they were taking a stand for something more than what it really was.-  that was one of the effect he had on her. 

She turned around, hypnotized, and stuck in his exsistence.

She's not afraid- allowing the cool breeze of his hypnosis to lead her his way.

He grabs her by the hand reeling her near his chest. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." he whispers in her ear causing the strenght that was once embbeded inside to melt away along with her pride and dignity. 

"Im not" her mouth speaks before her mind could speak its turn. His dimples pierced his cheeks from the smile she has grown fond of.

He knew she was fragile, but he held her and if she was the time glass to his life, to be sure to not destroy what could be the end of him.

He was bad for her, she was too delicate, but he was stubborn and he wanted every inch of her vulnerablity because he has never felt somehing that was as soft and tasted as sweet as her.

She was his sweet tooth, he craved her heart, her soul, and mind- wanting everting that  she never knew exsisted except what she was accustomed to.

She was naked, she was free, not only physically but spirtually and mentally, she was his.

"You're mine" he whispers in the crook of her neck marking her as his own territory.

"Do you trust me?'' he ask. 

She nods not being able to utter a single word. He led her to his dungeon.

The king size bed laced with silk red sheets.

The intoxicating smell of vanilla and the heat burning from the candles filled her nostrils as she shut her eyes becoming his feed.

She blossomed beneath his touch,becoming alive before the darkness. She was different.

He placed kisses along her bellly buttom dipping his head futher and futher between the sweet heaven she kept only to herself.

She becme his virtue.

His tongue traced over her most sensitive area causing the sweet moans to slip past her lips as he quickened the pace of his phalanges, that  increased her need for him as he blessed her with his spiritual tongue.

She was becoming alive. He ceased the movements at once before she could tap out because he wasnt finished yet. He flipped her roughly but yet still gentleman like because time was  slipping away and he had to hurry before the dawn appproaches. 

He inserted his shaft within her walls not too forceful but he made so she felt every inch of him. He wasn't just having sex with her temple, but he was making love to her soul. 

He had a spell on her and she knew, but she loved it because began to breath the air that she has never inhaled before. Feel the way no man has ever mad her feel. She was the falling sky that Chicken Little spoke about but nobody believed - not even her. He's the ground that's waiting to catch her, but she doesnt notice that even her fog is the cloud that only his gravel touches.

She arches her back as he grabs her hair in his hand increasing the rythm of his thrust within her walls that vibrated along his member making its own tunes and he was the beat while her moans sung the lyrics of passion making him need her more and more. She is his lifeline.

The walls fell flat, the corners closed their eyes, the curtains slipped ways from its panels, the silk melted beneath them, the candle burned out , and the floor vanished and they began to float in thin air

They reached their climax. He lited her up , and kissed her lips one last time. He slipped away into the darkenss. she tried to reached for him, but her limbs were too weak. She tried to say his name, but her mouth was unale to form the words.

She felt empty- He was gone. 

Dawn approached and the sound of her alarm went of indicatinng that it was time to wake. 

Her body was drenched in water from the heat of the night. 

He was just a figment of her imagination- at the moment

Her heart loved him, but her mind was afraid that it could be true.

and the only word that her mind could grasp ahold of, that repeated consectiveky in her mind , were the word that fell from his lips, that sent shivers down her spine, that indicated her position stating

"You're mine"