Spellbound: The Hidden Chapters

One by one the candles lept with light, filling the room with a romantic aura. Thunder rolled across the sky; lightning flashed and the room was charged with electric tension. Crimson eyes filled with an underlying hunger watched her delicately move around the room until all the flames danced upon their wicks. Long black and rose hair was barely pulled back revealing bronzed shoulders, bared by the simple baby doll top she wore. Her jade eyes were soft and inviting, hiding the question she kept buried in her mind. She knew he should not be there. She knew she should tell him to leave. But the look in his eyes made it hard for her to form the words. She was no longer his, but he was most definitely hers.

As if sensing her hesitation, he pulled back from the wall he had been lounging against and approached her, drawing her slender body tighter to him. Her heart raced and her mind went blank. Her every sense filled with his presence. She did not fight him when his lips descended upon hers. She quickly allowed his tongue the access it wished and tasted him as he explored the cavern he once knew so well. She felt one arm wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her against him as his other hand cupped her head just behind her jaw to keep her lips against his. Quickly, she began to feel his aroused state. Her breath hitched when the arm holding her waist moved just enough so his hand could press against the small of her back. The sexual tension began to build, quickly growing out of control as the hand on her head fisted in her hair, tugging her head back to expose her tender throat. She gasped in pained pleasure.

"Adam," she whispered breathlessly as she felt the nips of his teeth against her skin. Her back ached against him, her body desperately trying to melt together with his. Trying not to lose her balance, she gripped him tightly, her arms wrapped under his, her nails pressing roughly against his skin through the black dress shirt he wore. She heard his quiet moan and felt his grip tighten upon her still more.

The dull pain spurned a new fire in his heart and he turned her, reaching to grab her hands. There was a soft groan as she was pressed roughly against the wall, her wrists pinned above her head. His lips devoured hers, but she cared not. She was used to his kind of passion and knew she could handle it. He enjoyed pain. Enjoyed the sound of her whimpered cries, but it was not an abuser's sense of enjoyment. Unlike any she'd had before him, and unlike any he'd had before her, they liked the roughness. It made them more passionate and wild.

Holding both her wrists with one hand, he let the other slide down the side of her as his lips trailed to her neck once more. The roaming hand slipped under the hem of her shirt and her skin flamed to life as he cupped a pliant mound and caressed it. His fingers pinched and rolled the nipple and her head leaned against the wall with a moan. Sparks danced behind closed eyelids and already she felt her body begging for more.

She did not stop him as he nudged her thighs apart with his knee so he could be closer still. Releasing the teased nipple, he moved his hand farther down, brushing against her bottom before gripping the back of her knee and pulling her leg up to his hip so he could be pressed up against the place between her legs. He chuckled soflty at her moan, but it was cut short when she moved against his arousal, causing a shudder to rip through his body as he tried to contain his desire. In an effort to bring her back into submission, hhis head dipped and his tongue reutrned to the place his fingers had left. Her moans became whimpers as he teased her, but when her own fingers fisted tightly in his hair, he knew the time for play was over.

Adam lifted her off her feet and placed her upon a nearby desk, swiping everything off to make room for her. The top was pushed up and nearly torn in his haste to pull it over her head. She gripped his shoulders as he cupped her breasts with both hands, caressing one while suckling the other. She could feel his teeth brush hard near the top of her breast and could feel the burning of the mark left behind. She may not legally have been his, but her body and heart would forever belong to him, he would see to that.

He smirked at the soft whimper as he moved one hand away from her breast and down to undo the snap on her stonewashed jeans. He wasted no time, pulling them from her and releasing his own constricted arousal, groaning at the freedom he granted himself from his black jeans. Her thong was nothing to his urgent need as it soon joined her jeans on the floor.

Her eyes squeezed tight as he thrust deeply into her with a moan. He gripped her hips tightly to keep her in place as he began his quick, but strong, pace. Her long maroon nails dug into his wrists as he struck her sensitive nerves, driving her faster to the edge. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on their bodies, giving them an unearthly glow in the candlelight. The thunder continued as their backdrop, but could not mask her cries or the sounds of their bodies connecting almost painfully in their rush. In a quick change of position, he brought her long legs up and over his shoulders to tighten her entrance and increase the friction. Almost instantly, she gave a breathless cry as he reentered her once more. His own back arched at the sudden tightness and he began his strong pace again. He watched her breasts bounce with every thrust through half closed lids as he continued to enjoy the feel of her surrounding him, but it still was not enough. He wanted more. He wanted to hold her tighter, closer. His body demanded the feel of her skin against his, the feel of her nails at his back and even the feel of her lips against his neck.

He shifted once more, bringing her legs down and shifting to pull her up from the desk. Once more she felt the wall against her back. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she locked her ankles together and gasped as he reentered again, this time, more tender than rough. She felt the change flow through him. His need was no longer just for the pain he used to crave with his sex. It was something more. His member circled within her and she pressed her chest against his, her head falling back with a gasp.

"Adam!"

He groaned in response, his hands on her buttocks keeping her in place as he moved. Once more, he moaned at the pain of her fingers fisting his hair. He hissed at the feel of her nails digging into his shoulder. She moved with him in unison, her muscles tensing around him as the fire began to build within her. Her head dropped to the spot where his shoulder and neck connected and he shuddered at the feel of her cool lips against his heated flesh. But when her teeth brushed against his skin and he felt the dull pain of her bite, he lost all control. He saw stars as he slammed deep into her one final time forcing her to arch her back once more as he buried his face against her chest. She cried out and shuddered around him as he filled her, sparking her own climax.

Energy spent and legs weak, Adam eased the both of them to the floor where he remained on his knees with her still clinging tightly against him. He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath as she slowly loosened her grip on him. With a thought, he brought a blanket over from the couch and telekinetically wrapped it around them to shield them from the chill as the heat fell low. He held her tenderly as she rested her head against his chest, listening as his heartbeat slowed. They remianed silent, the sound of the rain against the windows the only sound in the room. Adam held no regrets even as his wedding band burned against his finger; another wedding band on a chain burned just as strongly against his chest. He was torn between wanting to honor his wife, and his longing to be with the wife death had once stolen from him.

He waited until he was certain she was asleep before lifting her and carrying her to her bed. Gently, he laid her down and pulled the comforter over her slender body. He desperately wished he could stay beside her, keep her wrapped in his arms, but he knew Kaida would be wondering where he was if he did not return home soon. Reluctantly, he pulled back to retrieve his clothes and redress. Shaking his head sadly, he returned to her side long enough to brush his lips across her cheek.

"I love you, Saph," he whispered before bowing his head to disappear.

Soft in the silence, he missed the lone tear that fell from her closed jade eyes. Death could not end the love I feel for you, Adam... You own me, heart and soul...