The White Witch *COMPLETE*

33- Cutie

I couldn't handle it anymore. After everything we'd been through, all the death and pain, this was how he was going to kill me. 

"Doouuuglas..." I breathed in a clearly frustrated tone.

His hands never faltered in their light teasing of my skin, but his tongue between my legs had to take a quick break to speak. "Alex."

"Mmm," I growled, not sounding anywhere like how he did when he made the sound. "Alex, I swear to god if you do that one...one more...mmm..."

I was nearing so close to shattering -again- but again, he stopped me before I could. The sound I let out promised severe injury. Something nasty that would take him at least a couple minutes to heal.

I felt his evil grin when he kissed the less sensitive skin above where he'd just been torturing. He trailed his kisses up slowly, skipping right over my breasts -to my surprise- and reached for my shirt that he'd left beside us. He used it to wipe his mouth, then smiled down at me like the evil little shit he was. 

"Something wrong?" He asked innocently.

"I'm gonna hurt you." I breathed, already arching against him like the needy little hoe he turned me into. 

"Promise?"

That should not have effected me like it did. If I got any wetter we were both going to slip off the bed. Even if I could think of any smartass things to say, the sound that left me would have still been a begging whine.

"Ready?" He asked, sounding a bit strained himself.

I didn't know what the hell he was asking about anymore but that didn't stop me from nodding like my life depended on it. I couldn't care less what ancient form of torture he had planned next, but I wanted it. 

I felt him at my entrance and my eyes flew open. It wasn't his fingers or his tongue. It was him. I forgot I'd said I wanted to do that.

He waited, seeing my reaction.

It was going to be my heart breaking out of my chest that killed me. I was sure of it. Death by snu snu. What a way to go.

I let out a breath and forced myself to relax back against the bed. I say relax, but I meant press back a little more like a stiff corpse.

His fingers came up and brushed stray hairs off my forehead. "It shouldn't hurt if your stitches didn't." He said softly.

I wasn't worried about it hurting. I could take pain, especially if it came with the undeniable pleasure he was so perfect at. I was terrified we'd do this and he'd take everything I so desperately wanted to give him, then bolt with it like a thief in the night. 

"Don't...don't leave...me..." I whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear it.

Those dark brows furrowed almost angrily, but it was his striking silver eyes that shown his pain. He hated that he'd done this to me. How could he have ever left me? He'd been an idiot not to see what he was doing earlier. It never should have taken him seeing me die to snap him out of it.

I couldn't say I didn't agree with his thoughts, but I didn't say that out loud. He was beating himself up enough over it and I wasn't heartless. Usually.

"I will never leave you again." He promised. "I'm not saying this to fuck you. We don't even have to-" He'd started to lift off me.

I grabbed hold of his shoulders quickly. "No! No, I want to. Please. I want to."

He didn't come back right away, like I'd hoped. He just gazed down at me for a long time, thinking about how much of an ass he was. 

"I won't leave you." He said again.