To Imagine...

Imagine Twelve: Anathema Darling

      "... Remember." The delicate brush of lips on the soft of my ear sent ice over my skin like water over rocks, seizing my spine as fear touched my throat. His sharp features traced down my neck to my shoulder, my head falling back onto him almost out of habit. I was paralyzed.

"You can stop me any time." His hands found the sides of my body as my shirt slipped to the bed, the touch of his skin against mine raising each tiny hair across my pale body. My eyes stared straight ahead, lips parted only slightly, a daze in my vision that I could not think past. His fingertips found the tensed muscles of my abdomen, falling across them as I sat in shock--an impassable wave of static and electrifying power shooting through my veins and gathering at the hardest parts of me, concentrated from one single point of me.

When my vision returned to me and my thoughts broke free from the impenetrable stupor, my lips had fallen in a gasp, back arched, nails digging into the arms that gripped me.

"You have the power to end this whenever you like." My breathing was wrong, everything was spinning out of control--I could feel my heart beating faster against my chest, and a thought somewhere in the back of my mind told me that I should think about what I was doing. My vision had tunneled--the idea was gone before it had any real affect on my conscience. All I saw was his skin, his body, and he grinned and guided me as I turned and straddled him, my arms extended over his shoulders. The grin was wicked--predatory--and sated. As if he knew he'd gotten what he'd bargained for and I'd missed the exchange. My chest rose with heat, my lungs forced to inhale. I was lost in him.

"You really... Should not do that." The world was dark, my consciousness slipping in and out of nothingness as he touched each and every exposed part of me, his tongue cold against my neck, my head in his hair as I clung to him, nails summoning wells of red across his powerful spine. A vivid shock sent me pushing against him, my body acting as if it was not my own. My spine was arched into his stomach and then I found myself kneeling over his lower half--the awareness of my own body all but nonexistent. The world spun and blurred but I saw him, that same cocksure gleam shining in each silver iris. I was only vaguely aware of the sound that faded from my lungs, a pleading in my eyes enunciating the sound. An unprecedented tightness welled in me, my fingertips dwelling on the rough cords of his abdomen, leaning into him as a push on my back forced me to him.

Confusion faintly registered as I found my fingers twined in his hair, the curiosity of his tongue against mine disappearing as my body pressed against him, moving, reverberating with him, almost breathless until the sensation of falling sparked a burst of fear in my chest. An iron grip startled my eyes open, my wrists secured within his palms like shackles to a chain. Silver hair and the glowing promise in his rose-colored eyes dangled above me, his body on top of mine, and with significantly less clothes than when I had last seen him. The heat in the room like a thousand flames across my skin grew as he sat up below me, and gradually I registered my own apparent lack of attire as his shoulders moved over me, his lips forming a trail of ice-hot kisses down my chest. My freed hands found the sheets, a sickly feeling settling in the pit of my stomach, consciously aware of his fingers hooking into the small shorts around my hips--of how low his lips had gone.

"You are in control." The words mocked me even as they came from his lips, and he didn't know--my hands reached to stop his movement, sitting up with the motion. A dark look settled in his eyes. In a sudden hysteria I pushed his hands from mine and scuffled back, pushing away from him and frantically looking about. I reached for the nearest object I could find, and then he was on top of me, his arm grasping my own and pulling it back as he flipped me to face him, my smaller body pinned beneath. A welling in my chest pushed its way to panic and I fought his grip without thinking, struggling uselessly beneath his immovable body.

"What's the matter, princess?" He sneered, his eyes inches from my own as I stilled, exhausted from my own dispute. He was taunting me. "Don't have it in you?"

In desperation I pushed against his arms again and a chuckle sounded from deep in his throat, those beautiful eyes closing slowly before giving me a sideways glance.

"You don't--" I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off sharply.

"You won't be leaving, brat." The flash of his white smile expelled the breath from my lungs and I sucked it back in compulsively, trying to follow his movements with my eyes. The room was spinning again, and faintly I felt my body jump as his skin met my inner thigh, moving the shorts from the tightness that had formed beneath them. My lungs worked harder and my heart pounded against my ribs as my sight vanished. Glimpses of the dark room spun in my mind as I felt the small clothing leave, felt his lips on my cheek--soft, clear. I heard him whisper to me but it fell flat against the roaring static growing in my skull, blocking out the sound and whatever came next...

Until my eyes flew open.

His lips moved from my neck and I felt his bite like fire through every vein of my body, breaking whatever part of me that had surrendered to him.