Exiled

Chapter 14: Land Of Fairies

A/N: So Sorry For The Wait. Had a severe case of writer's block, then had a focus somewhere else. Life has been so crazy. Thanks for sticking in there with me though. :) 

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I woke up with a smile. I was comfortable. I had stood my ground the previous day. I had even solidified my plans with Bobby. The only thing left to do was to keep training and get it done. In order to get my plan started, I had to make sure he would be completely vulnerable to me. I had to make sure he would be completely twisted around my little finger.

I got out of my bed and walked to his room. Yeah, I know, it was supposed to be our room, since we were married or whatever, but I wasn't in the mood to sleep with him after the way he acted. I crawled into his bed slowly, clad only in my panties. I hovered over him, trapping him in the covers. I blew on his face until his eyes fluttered open. He looked at me for a couple of seconds before recognition hit. His eyes then widened and he tried to struggle out of the covers.

"I'm not here to fight." He calmed down and took in my appearance as I sat up on his lap. His look of anger and panic turned into one of arousal and mischief. He lifted me into the air and threw the covers off the bed in one swift move before placing me back in my previous position. His hands began to run across my hips, up my curves, across my shoulders, down over my breasts, and onto my stomach. My back arched up, body craving more touch.

I leaned down to kiss his lips. He ferociously returned the kiss. Suddenly, I was flipped over and he was on top trailing kisses down my body. My back arched into his face. I was loving the feeling of his kissing and nibbling on my skin. It only made me actually want him.

"I love the way you taste," he whispered as he blew across the wet trail he had made with his tongue from the curve of my breasts down to my belly button. I shivered in want, need, and desire before flipping myself on top of him and us onto the floor. He laughed and kissed me hard on the mouth. It was moments like that that reminded me of the person I had actually fell in love with. I had actually truly loved this man. I had actually truly wanted to spend my life with him. I had accepted him for who he was and it blew up in my face.

Thinking about the person he had pretended to be only made me angry. I wanted to bite into his jugular and rip it right out. I pinned his arms to the floor and kissed him as hard as I could. I ran my fingernails hard down his skin, drawing blood. He growled at me. I one swoop he had ripped off my only piece of clothing and flipped us over again. He needed to be in charge. I felt like that was the best way to be if my anger was starting to get the best of me. I would kill him before I had a way to escape and that was definitely not good.

Him pinning me down was sexy and enraging all at the same time. I fought him for power, but I also craved more. I didn't know how to handle it. My body was so confused. I wanted him to stop teasing me and get it on already. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to slice him from navel to forehead. I wanted him to relieve every bit of stress that was rocking my body to the point where I wouldn't even think of killing him. I thought that would be hard to do. He pulled out a short chain link and wrapped around my wrists and the bedpost. I pulled at them and tried to break them, but they would not budge.

"They're supernatural proof," he explained, smirking. This only frustrated me and made me pull harder against them. "The bed is made of the same metal, so try all you want you're trapped."

My heart started racing faster and faster. I didn't like being in that position just as much as I did. It meant he could do whatever he wanted and I would have no choice but to take it. I felt powerless after I had gone through so much to get the power I had so craved to destroy him. I didn't know how to deal with that or the fact that my body was betraying my mind with every touch and kiss Angel laid upon me. My body relaxed as I pulled and pulled. Then, I gasped. He had entered me. My whole body became his. I was at his utter disposal. I loved it. I couldn't fight him and at that moment for the first time since he had exiled me into his horrible reality, I didn't want to, not one single bit.