*Abduction: Awakening IX
Posted on Saturday, August 2nd, 2008When I broke that contact it was because I chose that moment to do so. Her hands stayed laced in my hair, but didn’t pull. I could have been a lover’s embrace had I been another person, or had she better taste in men.
I licked my lips and for once didn’t savor the pain I’d caused. I was angry, but couldn’t drive it outward to encompass her in that moment. When I looked down into her face, her eyes swollen from crying, her face wet, I felt every bit the bastard my uncle proclaimed me.
‘Oh God, Anne.’ I shook my head, felt myself choke on another emotion I refused to acknowledge. My palms, larger than her face, stroked her cheeks clumsily, tried helplessly to clear away the endless streams of tears that streaked out of her beautiful eyes.
‘I’m sorry.’ I whispered it. I cleared my throat a minute later and said it again, louder. I felt her breath hitch as she tried to control the awkwardness of her breathing. Spiked lashes lifted and she looked at me. I felt a thousand things in that moment, and something hurt inside me. I felt shame, not only as a lover, but as a brother all over again. Dante. The same familiar tightening in my chest stole my breath.
I thought anew of the options I had, seeking something, anything, that would save her from my destruction. I’d built this world and brought her into it with little regard for anything other than myself. That same egocentricity was what caused Dante’s death, and now, what loomed as a specter over the remains of Annerire’s.
I longed for death with an ache that threatened to swallow me whole. It was only Annerire, who kept me from that dark precipice, her and the knowledge that leaving now would make me the coward I feared I’d become when I was growing up.
Her eyes studied me, but I found only discomfort looking back at her. She had quieted, the mark on her neck, bled, but it too had lessened as if calm had salved the wound. Her fingers moved in my hair and I stiffened slightly, expecting another fight, another battle that I would unquestionably win at great personal cost.
‘Marco.’ My name came from her mouth and I finally stared back at her. Her own were welling with tears again. Her fingers slid down, cupped my cheeks, her thumbs sliding over the deep lines at the corners of my eyes. ‘What is it, Marco?’ She whispered.
I swallowed, unprepared for the onslaught of words that bombarded my brain, rushing to answer her question, seek her counsel. I lifted myself off of her body, but her hands only tightened on my head. I looked at her in question and found myself equally unprepared for the kiss she pressed against my mouth.
I growled against her lips, my palms moving from the floor to instead slide around her as I pulled her against me. Her lips parted, her tongue met mine in a heated exchange. My hands drank the smoothness of her skin, my nails skimmed across her flesh in my greed to draw her closer.
‘Anne.’ I mumbled her name against her mouth, my own pressing kisses to the fine line of her jaw, the tender valley in her neck. I felt her push her body closer to my own and savored the sensation of her want, the warmth of her body, the sharp contrast to the fear I’d wanted earlier.
I sensed her fear, but thought it borne of uncertainty, and even it lacked the harsh edge from before. I kissed the wound, felt her flinch, and then cling even more tightly to me. My hand smoothed down over her thigh, my fingers curling around to brush against the thin barrier of her panties.
My groan was mirrored by her sigh when my fingers moved below and found her. Her own clutched to my shoulders, alternating between pushing me away and pulling me closer. I pushed a finger inside her and found her wet, tight. My cock jumped, wanting release. I wanted desperately to sink myself inside her heat. She rocked up and kissed me again, harder, drawing back to cry out when another finger joined the first inside her.
Her face buried in my neck. I felt the hotness of her breath cascade over my skin like a brand. She clutched to me tightly and I pushed her closer and closer to the edge. My own control hung precariously on those seconds. I fumbled with the zipper that remained between us and wanted to shout with satisfaction as I eased my cock out of the fabric.
I moved my fingers, pushed her panties to one side and sank into her with a hard thrust that left us both gasping for air.
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