The Lions Den

Chapter Twelve: When the Lion Captures the Gazelle

Matteo

It was about ten am and I was lying here with Kashera sprawled out over me fast asleep. Her hair was everywhere, and she was going to be pissed when she got up. The thought of which made me smile. Normally her hair was put up in a scarf and this silky little hat of some sort no matter what, but after last night she was knocked out like a light with the last thing on her mind being a hair scarf. I couldn't help but to look over her sprawled out body that was slightly on top of mine. Having her here in my arms made me feel at peace. Thinking about last night and earlier this morning made me let out a content sigh.

When the door bell rang I was grabbing a glass of water and the last person that I expected to see was Kashera- not after how she left. I knew that it was going to be an excruciatingly long time before I saw her again, and that was if I ever saw her at all. Coming home last night I felt like I was walking shell of myself, and it terrified me. I'd turned off my phone, and disconnected myself from everything. I'd never let any single person, let alone a women, have that much control over my feelings in a long time for more than my fair share of justifiable good reasons. 

I could make the argument that the feelings I felt last night were drastically different from the others I'd felt simply because I felt at a loss. I didn't feel hurt, or betrayed, or as if someone was trying to toy with me. I genuinely felt as if I was walking around with no direction, misguided, and lost as hell. I'd never questioned myself and my means of living until Kashera asked me to see my life. Everything that I was had always been expected from others and myself. I knew it was wrong, but I never had to look that reality in the eyes and deal with it until it was too late. Until I was looking at the one thing, the one person, who I might have wanted more than any drop of power that consumed me.

Looking at her in the door, the sure look in her face, had rattled me. I was so damn happy to see her, but I couldn't show that as I wanted to. I had to be certain that I was what she wanted. I'd said that I would give her all the time she needed, but that time had to be away from me. For the sake of my sanity and those around me I couldn't go back and fourth with Kashera because it would only lead me to doing the one thing I never wanted to do which would be hurting her. She meant too much for me to allow us to play some sick twisted game with each-others emotions.

I kept my guard up as long as I could, but my armor against her inevitably turned into wilted and rusted iron in her presence. She was the one thing that could crack me. Looking at her, and hearing the unwavering certainty in her voice I could sense that she knew this. I didn't even mind nor did I try to fight the fact as she pulled me into her in more ways than one. She dismembered a piece of my armor with every word until I was bare to her. The pull of her hands and their firm gentle strength. The lure of her intoxicating aura. Her in general drew me in without a want in the world to fight back or be let go. I had no real choice but to give in to her.

I thought that would be the most powerful part of my night, but of course I was wrong. The moment she kissed me I lost almost all of my senses and gave into her. Somehow, every spark between us only amplified more in our pursuit of our physical connection. It drove me crazy how her smart-ass mouth only turned me on more, and how our constant pushing at each other translated over flawlessly into pleasure. For as gentle as I wanted to try and be in an effort to allow her to feel me in the slowest sweetest way, that was not at all what she wanted. She willed me into a submission to my more dominated self as to claim her, and who was I to deny her what she truly wanted?