Uncaged

Sparks

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His steady calloused hand bunch at the back of my scalp, firm but gentle. "Oh and just for the record." He leans in and whispers with lips as soft as flower petals, "I like your hair better this way."

That's all it takes. I was powerless against his raspy baritone vibrations drumming through me. I lean back from his throaty whisper and let myself admire him with unvarnished admiration. I notice for the first time that his nose slopes, almost imperceivable to the right; The result of some gruesome encounter, I imagine. I have the urge to trace the length of it to get a closer look at just how crooked it really was but was easily distracted by the dip in his cupid's bow, shadowed by a thin layer of stubble. His beauty transcends everyone and everything I've ever been forced to experience.

Throwing caution to the wind and setting myself free I kiss him with all my might. Diving into the dark velvety expanse of his mind. Swimming past the crippling pain and fear to the lingering memories I'd injected still lingering into his mind, still floating cautiously like swollen jellyfish. I push them aside and latch onto the love that filled every other spare into of him, pulsating and swaying back and forth towards me, starved and frantic for mine. I'm captive by it. Fascinated by the idea of it, so soothing and eager to please and so completely unlike anything I'd ever felt. It felt delicate and complex all at once, and not at all suffocating as I'd feared.

I give into its righteous call that I'd denied for so long and immersed myself in him. Unlike before with Sargent, I was in complete control and don't seek to alter or persuade, only to feel.

As soon as I breach his borders a burning lust strikes me, attached to a fierce unwavering sense of certainty. It is so intense, I feel it latch onto my soul in a heady daze. It calls to me, low and ravenous. For once I answer. Surrendering myself to every instinct that implored me to do as it told.

His massive hands pour over me, sending a blaze of electricity through my skin while his lips move tenderly against mine. His hands roam up the bumps of my spin, down the sides of my back and over the swells of my hips. His touch lands on my backside, fisting and kneading it at his leisure. Hoping to entice him, I chance a playful nibble at his bottom lip, giggling at the soft, reluctant groan I tease out of him.

He huffs at my snickering, gripping my waist possessively. He gives one swift seemingly effortless tug and I'm positioned on his now firm lap. My giggle broke off into a high-pitched whistful sigh and I lean into him. Pressing the side of my face into the late day stubble of his cheek with revelry as I clung to him.

He chuckles low and silky into my ear, thoroughly pleased with himself. His chest rumbles with a coarse animalistic purr that sent a steady stream of vibration rippling through me. The low drumming sound makes me shudder and breathe out a slightly higher-pitched melody in return.

His cheek shifts off mine as he tilts his forehead down to rest on my shoulder. I rock with his movements, murmuring his name. He hums in reply, turning his attention to my neck and kissing up the length of it before stoping only to devour my mark; Nipping and sucking on it at a torturingly slow pace until I'm forced to wantonly call out his name.

I can feel the feeling building up, more and more. Hotter and hotter until felt like fire was licking at the underside of my skin. It's the most intoxicatingly liberating feeling I've ever experienced and once I finally let it go, the mere idea of suppressing it felt more than absurd, unnatural even. Perhaps it was the scattered whispers of Alexander's thoughts, I hadn't yet mastered silencing of how soft my skin was or how my scent was 'destroying him'. Or the vibrant glimpses of my past so inherently different than his taciturn nature,