18
Iwake to a grumble, a distressed sound, a mixture between sorrow and pain and when I open my eyes the room is in absolute darkness.
“Wren?” I ask.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” Her voice is weak and yet her words hold a punch so hard I feel it in my gut. When had I become so weak that a woman could do this to me? I didn’t hate it. Not when it was her.
She loved me, I knew she did and despite my belief that I was incapable of feeling the same, I loved her too.
She was mine. Irrevocably mine. There was no escape, no mercy, there was no way I was ever going to let my little bird go.
“That isn’t how this works, little bird.” I stand from my chair, stretching out the muscles that have been sat in the same position for too long.
“You drugged me!” I hear her climb from the bed, feel the anger radiating from her in waves that meet my own. Rage because she hurt herself. Rage because Valentine hurt her. Rage because this was a war I was losing.
“I did what I had to.”
“You have no right!” She screams. I see her silhouette standing at the side of the bed, bathed in the moonlight streaming in through the window and I stand to match her stance.
“I have every right little bird or have you forgotten you belong to me now.”
“I belong to no one.”
“Do not test me now, little bird.”
“Or what, Lex? You’ll drug me again!?”
I storm her, finding her body in the darkness as if it is a beacon for my eyes and body. Her sharp intake of breath makes my heart rate spike and so quickly, in a way I know will not do her harm I have her pinned to the wall, her face cupped in my hand. My fingers sink into her flesh, holding her still, tilting her face towards mine as I press my nose against hers with my teeth bared.
“You think you can hurt yourself and get away with it?” I growl, “You think I’m going to sit here and watch you mutilate this body, this body that ismine!” My anger courses through me and I slam my free hand against the wall, the thump loud to my ears, “What you do with it is on my authority, how it is treated, worshipped, loved and pleasured is my responsibility.”
“Fuck you!”
“You want me to fuck you, little bird, help you remember how it feels to be owned?” My cock twitches and I grind my hips forward, pressing into that sweet, sweet place between her legs. I hold her tightly, no space between us as I push her harder against the wall.
Her breathing becomes erratic, her heartrate pumping so wildly I feel it against my own chest.
“You want that? Did you miss me?” My lips brush across hers, barely a taste and yet fire erupts deep within my soul, “Have you missed my cock, baby? Let me help you remember how it feels for my dick to slide so deep into your fucking pussy that you forget your own name and the only thing you remember is me, the only name you scream, will be mine.”
“Lex,” her voice is a broken whisper, a mix between a cry and a moan.
“Let me help you forget,” my tongue runs down the side of her face, the taste of her salty tears coating my tongue, “let me help you forget,everything.”
“Yes.”
I need no more convincing. I need her as badly as she needs me. I rip her from her clothes, shedding the material until I feel her body under my hands, the soft skin, the dips and curves. I have to be careful not to hurt her, but I can’t stop myself. I unfasten my pants, grabbing my cock when it is free to pump my hand up the shaft, rubbing the bead of precum over the crown before smearing it across her lower abdomen. Fuck, I need her heat. I want her pussy convulsing on my dick. I want her to forget it all, Valentine, the club, the pain and torture, I want the only thing she remembers is me, my name, my body, my cock. I grab her, pushing her up the wall until her legs wrap around my hips and her arms loop around my neck. My mouth sucks at her breasts, the wild beat of her heart pulsing against my tongue and I line up to her entrance, sliding in home and finding it wet, welcoming and ready for me.
“I see you did miss me, little bird,” I rasp against her throat, pulsing my hips, “I missed you too. I’ve been crazy without you.”
“Lex,” she cries, rolling her hips so her clit rubs against me, smearing her arousal over my skin the same way I did hers. My fingers knead her ass, the flesh pliant beneath my grip as I pound into her, her walls clamping and convulsing on my cock.
“Tell me little bird or have you forgotten.”
When she doesn’t answer I pull us both away from the wall, spinning and dropping us both to the bed, settling myself in the cradle of her thighs, knees to the edge of the mattress.
“Say it!” I growl.
I let one leg – the inured one – drop to the mattress and then force the other up further, holding it at the back of the thigh, opening her up further for me to slam my hips forward. Our hips clash as I penetrate deep.