Henry: "Don't leave me...Please...Don't let me go."
"Never." She promised. And that, right there, that tiny word cleansed the room of panic.
"I love you too damn much, Ivy..." I whispered, knowing far too well that was the undeniable truth. She could tell me all the terrible things she did, she could tell me she was a monster, a killer, wicked! The dangerous thing was that I didn't care, I just didn't...I loved her no matter what. And I knew that was something special as well as dangerous.
We both shared the darkness that lied inside, and even after us saying those terrible things to one another, feeling so ugly and monstrous, it still wasn't enough to break what we shared. For we may not have loved ourselves, but we sure hell loved each other. The Good and the Bad.
"Henry...Yes." She whispered in my ear, and I wrinkled my forehead in confusion.
"To what?" I asked, with a gentle smirk.
"I'd like very much to be your girlfriend..." She whispered, and our eyes melted into one another. The chemistry between us was so tangible it could be seen, heard, smelled, touched! We were magnets, yin, and yang, natural, nakedly natural. When we were together we didn't need to fake roles we didn't want to. We just needed to be ourselves, honest to our nature.
"You couldn't make me happier, milady..." I bit Ivy's lip and kissed her once again.
"I'll never understand what you do...How you can see the girl behind the witch." She whispered. We were still sat down, kneeled before one another. Studying each other's marble sculpted features.
"You can be a witch, a scared little girl hiding behind her walls, and even a sadistic little bitch..."
"Ouch...Your words hurt like knives, Henry Mills..." Ivy playfully said, biting her lip, as my hand drew closer to her...
"But, no matter what...You will always be my precious Ivy Belfrey..." I whispered, arriving sweet destination. As my hand is beneath her skirt, I start rubbing her, and she moans from pleasure, digging her nails in my arms, just as she usually does.
"Henry..."
"Sh...Hush, hush...If you mumble one word, I'll be harder on you..." I instructed and she obliged the rules with a devious smirk.
"I want you to..." She playfully said, holding a snarky smile, that invited me to be harder on her.
My fingers scratched her insides, and she moaned, begging for more. When I felt her so fragile in front of me, so tender, naked from the walls that hid her for so long, I couldn't help but feel the flow of adrenaline rushing inside me.
I hated being myself sometimes, especially ever since Lauren died. But with Ivy, I didn't care about it, I felt so magnificently special. I loved her, even though we were so different, finding what was most alike in each other and I craved for her...I craved for how special she thought I was. I endlessly desired to be cared for, not trying to be Prince Charming, just being myself...The nerdy writer with a kinky side.
"Damn it, Mills...You're too nerd to give a girl a decent..."
"What did you say?" I asked, going harder, inside her, with my fingers.
"Nothing...Just..." She whispered, with her eyes closed, as I made her bathe in the flames of desire.
"I should punish you for leaving me in that restaurant, Belfrey..." I explained to her, being harder on her, revealing a side of me I didn't even know to exist.
"I don't like how dominant you're trying to be...I'm the one who makes the rules, Mr. Mills." She teased along.
"Mr. Mills? Wow, I like it. But I prefer Henry..."
YOU ARE READING
After Henry (Once Upon a Time)
Romance"Happy endings aren't always what we think they will be, but that's exactly what makes them special." A book filled with hope and fairytales, Once Upon a Time, fell on Ivy Belfrey's lap, giving her hope that both heroes and villains can have a happ...
