Forever Entwined

1.

As I opened my eyes slowly, my senses slowly came back to me. It felt like something was different. Normally, the smell of coffee and bacon from the neighborhood cafe was my only motivation of waking up, but today... Today, the only smell I could sense was his cologne. It was still lingering on my clothes, and it felt like he'd been right here the whole time.

The realization took my breath away, and I felt my heart beating against my chest like I never thought was possible. I stood still for a moment, the reality finally sinking in. He'd been watching me, the whole time.

"Good morning sweetheart." His voice cuts through the air, his tone calm and collected. My heart skips a beat as I turn to face him, my body shaking in fear. He's leaning in the doorway of my bedroom, a satisfied grin on his lips.

My eyes dart back and forth between him and the door, scanning for an escape route. "W-what are you d-doing here?" I ask nervously.

"Well, I was waiting for you to wake up." He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine. "I wanted to see if you would notice." His tone is light, but his eyes are cold and calculating.

"You didn't notice though, did you? And I got to watch you sleep... to appreciate your beauty at leisure..." A predatory glint shines in his eyes. He takes another step closer, the tension in the air rising. "It was quite the show, I must say. Your breathing was so calming... And as for the rest, well..." He pauses, his voice husky with desire.

"The rest is best left unsaid." His voice is low and seductive, his breath tickling your ear. He gently caresses my cheek with the pad of his finger. "But don't worry, all that beauty won't go to waste. I have many plans for you, my sweet Raven..."

He touches my chin, gently forcing my face to look up at him. The air is thick with tension and danger. "Did you miss me?" He asks, his eyes boring into mine. "Or have you been thinking of me while I was gone?"

"I don't even know you. Why would I fucking miss you."

His eyes flash with rage as he starts walking towards me. "Just cause you don't know someone doesn't mean you can't desire them. You want this, and you know it love."

He grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. His eyes darken. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted me more than anything last night didn't you?"

My mind starts racing, thoughts tumbling through my head.  A heat rises from my cheeks as I remember last night all too vividly.

I want to deny it, but I know deep in my heart, that I desired him.

I can't help but wonder, just for a moment, what life would be like if I gave in to his urges and let him have his way with me. I don't want to think about it, but I can't help imagining.

I want him, I craves his touch, and I know that I shouldn't. But my body is telling me otherwise. My mind is telling me to run, but my body is telling me to surrender.

My mind is flooded with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I want Felix. I want his touch, I want him to make me his. But on the other, I don't want to be weak, she don't want to give in to my desires.

I'm lost in thought, my heart racing back and forth with emotions, when I feel his hands on my hips. "Is that a yes, love?" He whispers, his voice husky with desire.

My eyes go wide, my mind spinning. I'm lost, consumed by my desires.

I can feel myself being pulled towards him, every inch closer bringing him closer to me. I close my eyes, my body trembling in anticipation.

He leans in close, his face just inches away from mine. "Open your eyes... look at me," he whispers.

I can feel my heart  pounding in my chest. He's so close, I can feel his breath on my face.

He slowly moves his face towards me, his eyes locked on mine. I can feel his lips touching mine, his body pressing against me. My heart is racing, my breaths are now shallow and quick.

Suddenly, he pulls away from me, a look of satisfaction on his face. "I knew you couldn't resist my charms."

I groan in displeasure.

"Easy there, love. The reason I'm here today is to talk to you. We can fun some other time." He says with a smirk plastered to his face.

"Don't fucking bark if you can't fucking bite." I respond angrily, frustrated by his behavior.

A flash of rage crosses his face. I can see his muscles clenching and unclenching as the struggle for control runs rampant.

Suddenly, his face softens, the rage quickly subsiding. "You're right," he says slowly, "we can do the talking some other time. Come to me love." His voice is low and seductive, his eyes locked on mine.

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him, his body pressed tightly against mine.

I can't help but surrender to my desires, my body is weak with want for him. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, my mouth searching for his.

His lips meet mine, his tongue dancing with mine, a wave of excitement surges through my body. I can feel my heart racing and my breath quickening, my passion for him burning within my body. We break apart, both gasping for air.

"Do you want more, my sweet Raven?" He whispers, his voice husky with desire.

I nod slowly, unable to speak, my eyes locked on his lips.

He smiles, his mouth descending towards mine once more. Our tongues mingle together, our bodies pressed tightly against each other. I can feel the heat rising within me. We break apart again, both panting hard, our bodies gleaming with sweat.

"You want this badly, don't you?" He whispered.

I nodded eagerly.

"Then beg for it baby."