What's Said in Silence

Sera-XVIII

It took longer for my brain to catch up with what was happening than it did for our mouths to find perfect harmony with each other. My hands gripped the edges of his cloak on their own accord as he tugged my hair, earning a gasp from me. Heat flooded my entire body as I leaned into him.  

He released my hair and gripped both of my thighs, lifting me up to his height against the wall. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist. His hips pressed into mine, making my stomach twist into all kinds of knots. He bit my lower lip, almost a little too hard but it felt amazing, nonetheless. I parted my lips and his tongue delved inside, deepening the kiss. We were so melded together that the red edges of his mask felt like they would leave imprints on my cheeks and I was perfectly fine with that.

You shouldn't be doing this.

"Mmm," he growled, "divine." The simple compliment ignited a fire within me and I was no longer listening to the voice of reason. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I was, and I didn't want to stop.  I let go of his hood and wrapped my hands around his neck, allowing my fingers to graze the soft strands of his hair at the nape. My thumbs gently caressed the area where his mask and jaw met. 

I wasn't a virgin by any means, but I couldn't think of a time where I'd been kissed so fervently. He kissed me like he wanted to consume every ounce of my soul, to deplete me of my very essence and meld it into his own. I would let him, too, just as long as I could hold onto this feeling of being desired forever. 

That dream was short-lived when he finally pulled away and rested his forehead against mine, leaving my lips swollen and wanting more. I would've been embarrassed at how out of breath I was if it hadn't been for his breathing being just as heavy. 

What happened to keeping your distance?

Clearly, I didn't have the self control I thought I did. To my defense, this kiss wasn't my idea, nor did I initiate it. Nevertheless, I was just as much at fault and twice as desperate for it to happen again. 

As if hearing my thoughts, he ground his hips into mine, making me hyper-aware of the growing bulge in his pants. My mind began to swirl with carnal thoughts, each one more sinful than the one before it but all ending in the same ecstasy. Would he take this further? Would I let him? The latter was an easier answer but a harder pill to swallow. For him, I become malleable. I was his to bend and mold regardless of how hard I tried to convince myself otherwise. 

A soft chuckle fell from his lips, a sound that would make sirens fall at his feet. "How I enjoy seeing the fire burn through your eyes, little fox," He said as he lifted one hand, covering my mouth with it, but still leaving room for me to breathe through my nose. He gave a small squeeze to my cheekbones, which brought a different side of me to life. The heat between my thighs grew and my hips involuntarily bucked into him. My eyelids grew heavy as a wave of calm washed over me. The gesture both turned me on and blanketed me in comfort.

He seemed to notice my double- edged reaction and squeezed just a little tighter and slightly moved my head back and forth. "Does my silent fox like this?" He asked with an approving grin. My legs gripped his waist tighter, unashamed in my need to feel him against me. A low growl emitted from him as he leaned in until his lips grazed my ear. 

"Do you feel the transfer of power, just as I do, when I handle you like this?" He whispered. I never felt I had any power when it came to him, all of my self control had become his to break. Yet, foolishly I had tried to hold onto it, to fight against his pull on me. Now, I wouldn't fight him. I wouldn't run. He had me locked and we both knew it. Using the last bit of control over my own body, I gave him a nod. 

He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, "You have no idea how much I've longed for this. How terribly I've wanted your surrender." He trailed his lips down to my neck and placed a soft kiss on the sweet spot just under my jaw. My nails dug into his neck and in turn he bit down on that sensitive spot. He traveled back up to my ear, nipping at the lobe. "It seems rather fitting that you would do so when I'm barred from having you." 

I didn't understand what he meant by that. I wasn't stopping him. In fact, the way my hips kept pushing towards him only encouraged the opposite. He released my jaw and snaked an arm behind my back. Lifting me from the wall, he carried me over to the bar and set me down on it. I unwrapped my legs but he didn't move away. 

He slowly ran his hand through my hair- a gentle caress in comparison to his vicious kiss- and gripped the strands without tugging them. With his free hand, he stroked his knuckles against my cheek. The shift in energy could have given me whiplash. From primal to docile in a matter of seconds. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel his gaze on me soften as his hand trailed from my cheek and down my torso, until finally resting on my hip. 

He mentioned a transfer of power earlier, though I hadn't understood it because, to me, he already possessed it. Now, though, I can feel it- see it. It was in the way his touch grew softer and how his shoulders began to slump. He was reversing the current of energy and feeding the power back into me. I placed a delicate kiss on his lips, lingering just long enough to feel the energy between us rise and settle again. Through a silent connection, we had found balance.   

In this moment, he and I were both powerful, yet fragile in the same sense. We were straddling the line of two dimensions so capriciously that one wrong gust of wind would disrupt our equilibrium. I could only hope that our feet were rooted firmly enough to withstand it.