I crawl over him, straddling his thighs and then his hips, feeling the hard length of him through the sheets beneath my core.
“It really should disturb me that a woman holding a blade turns you on.”
His hands come up to cup my sides before he suddenly yanks me forward, “What will you do?”
With my mouth whispering over his, I bring the blade up his body, purposely positioning the tip to face downward so it grazes over his bare abdomen as it goes. He hisses in a breath as the tip slices through his skin, and dropping my gaze down, I see a thin line of blood beading where I’ve cut into him. Barely anything, a scratch that’ll close and heal in no time.
I stop and rest the tip of the blade against his throat, “I am stronger than I have ever been,” I tell him, watching his pupils dilate, becoming so dark it almost drowns out the light, “More powerful.”
“You are,” his Adams apple bobs as he speaks, scratching the blade across his skin.
“And yet you wish to keep me in a cage?” I whisper, “Am I still your prisoner, Alexander?”
One side of his mouth tips up, “No.”
“Then put me next to you,” I demand, “Show them just how strong we are together.”
I am no threat to him, the blade I hold to his throat is merely a prop, nothing but a thing that’ll never be used against him. I mean I don’t mind seeing him bleed a little.
“Formidable,” he whispers before he strikes.
I am flipped, the knife knocked from my hand and positioned in his and then pressed to my throat, “Well doesn’t this bring back memories, little bird.”
Instantly, warmth pools between my thighs. Don’t ask me why but being dominated and subdued by him makes my stomach knot and my pussy clench like no other.
He grinds the length of him against me, the blade pressing just a little harder against my windpipe, “And what now, Wren? Are you still strong?”
“No,” I breathe.
“No?”
When I shake my head the edge of the blade slices into my skin and I feel it come apart, blood welling and rolling over the surface, pooling in the little dip between my clavicles. Alexander snatches the blade away, “What the fuck!?” He growls.
“I am not strong here, Lex,” I admit, “But neither are you.”
His eyes snap from the blood on my throat to my eyes, widening, sensing the truth.
He had always been weak for me and would always be weak for me, but it would also be his strength and him, mine.
He had to understand how good we could be together if he truly let me stand at his side.
A duo to take down an army if only to protect our other halves.
His mouth slams down on mine violently teeth nipping at my lips, tongues dueling.
“Okay,” he rasps, “okay!”
His hips grind against me eliciting a low, guttural moan to rip from my throat.
“I love how responsive you are to me,” he whispers against the shell of my ear before dipping his head to lick up the trail of blood on my throat. It stains his lips as he brings his head back to watch me through hooded eyes. “Always so ready, so wet.”
I roll my hips, sliding over his length.
My eyes roll back as I go, the pleasure making my insides clench.
There’s a clang of metal before his hands are dropping, tugging his boxers down his thighs.
“There’ll never be enough time in this life to enjoy this,” he growls before slamming forward, sliding inside me so deep I feel him in my stomach.
I cry out, my legs lifting and widening to allow him more access. He pulls out slowly, pressing his forehead against mine and thrusting his hips. One arm wraps behind my thigh, holding me in position and then he truly fucks me. Slamming in again and again, so hard my bones rattle and his mouth leaves hungry kisses against my throat, sucking and biting.
“Lex,” I moan, lifting my hips a little to allow it in just that little bit further.
“Fuck,” he rasps, “So good. So fucking good.”
He fucks me hard, relentlessly, drawing an orgasm from my body so intense I‘m sure I’ll never recover and I know now, I know that he will accept this.
Despite whatever danger he believes I’ll be in, he knows he cannot keep behind a shield.
Where he goes, I will always follow.