Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Pt 5

Colson’s cold hand moved from my face and down towards the confines of my top, with a shake of his hand he removed it, his hand immediately finding my breast and kneading it. His touch was something I had craved for so long yet never knew; and his lust-heavy eyes were my ending. I fell to him, his lips moulding to my own with the ferocity of a wild animal. With the elegance of royalty, he lifted me from the ground, wrapping my legs around his leather clad hips as he moved me to the bed, spreading me before him as he vanished my remaining clothes. I could feel my arousal as it swelled and burned between my legs, begging for his hands. Colson’s clothes disappeared with just the flick of his wrist as he crashed against me, his tongue pushing its way in my mouth to battle with my own. His teeth, sharp and threatening, bit down on my already swollen lip and I let out a groan against him. I found my hands moved up until they found his hair, burying my fingers amidst those blonde locks and pulling him closer to me.

He bit down on my neck feeling my warm blood fill his mouth. Taking a switch blade he slit open his arm blood dripping down his arm. "Drink." Came his demand. 

His hands were freezing, a delightful contrast to the flush on my skin as they roamed freely against my waist, my hips, my thighs. Despite the spreading of sin across my flesh I arched up against him, begging to be closer. With expert precision his palm pressed deliciously against my wet folds, applying pressure where I needed it most before plunging two fingers inside me.

“Colson,” I breathed, unsure why his name sounded so comfortable rolling off my tongue.

 “Do you wish me to stop?” He urged, his fingers curling up inside me until I found myself grinding shamelessly against his hand as his lips landed against the base of my neck. This was different; different to the possessive need he showed before, his movements were rough but the gentle nature of the kisses he was patterning across my naked skin were now so safe.

Within moments he moved to position himself at my opening, the sensation of his solid cock pressed against me filled me with a need more primal than anything. I found my hands pushing against his back, begging him silently to rid me of the emptiness. Colson buried himself inside me with such force I could feel myself releasing a pained scream but moments later and I was complete. His rhythm so slow, so torturous that I found I couldn’t focus on anything except meeting him, our bodies colliding until the friction was too much for me to handle.

Colson’s arms moved to wrap around me as he thrust me upwards into his lap, urging me to take what I needed from him. My arms wrapped around his strong, porcelain shoulders, his hands directing my movements as his fingertips dug so deeply into my hips I  he drew blood.

“Cum for me, Wren,” His words were all I needed as my orgasm came crashing down upon me, waves of pure, unrivalled darkness swallow me as I clenched around him. Colson’s hips bucked up into me, his muscles twitching as his cool seed filled me.

For minutes afterwards we remained in the same position, my legs wrapped around his body and his hands supporting my backside. The intimacy was almost too much to take as I breathed him in, my face lying against his shoulder and my eyes shut in fear he would do as I had asked and leave.

“How do you coax the last shred of humanity I have left in my broken form to the surface?” Colson mumbled, his lips dropping lazy kisses on my collarbone.

“That’s not the last of your humanity you can feel,” I replied, moving until my forehead was pressed against his, “It’s the last of mine.”

            To my surprise, Colson didn’t leave straight away. He lay us down against the softness of my mattress, the sheets tossed idly across our naked bodies as he drew patterns across my skin with the tips of his fingers. I wanted desperately to believe he wasn’t the same beast; the same monster who had killed so many people with his sordid plans. But the truth was, it was the same man. The shattered remains of what I was sure had once been a warm, gentle boy, were reflected now in his eyes.

“They got the results back from those tests they ran,” I said, my voice breaking him from his lazy daydream.

“Fairy DNA, I know,” He replied, his voice laced with nonchalance.

“You knew?” I questioned, pulling the sheet up to cover my chest as I sat up.

“I had a feeling,” Colson shrugged, moving his hands until they rested beneath his head.

“You had a feeling?” A laugh escaped from between my lips, “What the hell is that supposed to mean, you had a feeling?”

“You have two scars on your back,” He mused, “Your wings were clipped, I’m presuming as a child since you have no memory of such a thing,” The disinterest in his tone caught me off guard and I found myself unable to form a sentence.

“You didn’t think you were a dark fairy, did you?” Colsonmused, giving me the sudden urge to punch him in the face.

“You are unbelievable,” I grunted, leaving the bed altogether in search of some clothes. I angrily pulled on a t shirt and a pair of jeans and sat myself down in one of the chairs opposite the bed.

“There was no spell on those chains,” Colson added, “They were made of iron, it was a test, to see if my theory was correct.”

“You have got to be kidding me,” I shook my head, dizzying myself in the process, “The Golden God of Mischief and Lies ladies and gentleman,” I threw my arms up into the air for dramatic effect – my reaction clearly amusing Colson as his lips lifted into an all knowing smirk.

“Oh darling, don’t be so theatrical,” That air of devilry had reappeared in his voice.

“Theatrical? I’m sorry I’m a little confused as to how I could have possibly moved through life believing I was human only to find out I’m what, exactly?”

“There are many names but given that you were raised by humans I’d be more inclined to refer to you as a changeling.”

“A changeling? The small demonic children left in place of human ones? How quaint,” I mocked.

“Oh, calm your tedious woes, little bird, I’m quickly tiring of your emotional outbursts,” His eyes caught mine and he smiled once again, “Are you planning on throwing me out again? So soon?”

“Are you forgetting I could alert everyone here of your presence and have you back in your cell in no time?”

“Go ahead, let us explain together what terrible things I have done to their precious Y/N child – I’d be curious to know just how far their fidelity stretches,” The threat was enough to hush my argument, he was right after all. What exactly would I say? Sorry guys, I accidently slept with the villainous mastermind that tried to murder most of the inhabitants on earth, mind letting this one slide?