[x]She is magnificent. The thought that returned every single time I laid eyes on her.There was a wildness to her. Hidden in her lite form. All poised and elegant grace, she had taken the gifts and had… let them be in her proximity.
As much as I wanted them to mark her, to actually reach her core, her being, as much as I wanted her to be truly mine, ensnared and kept. It was impossible. And every time I did manage to capture a small part, every time I won - and I did. Of course. I always won. It was out of the question not to - every time it happened her defiance grew sharper. More defined, more readily available. This part was, what still made her an angel. A being that still served ‘god’. A part that hated me. I wanted it. Needed it. Especially since she never acted on it. Only defied me with quips, words. Her melodious voice hard and unforgiving. 'God’s Strength’. She really was. The last defiance. One day, she will lash out and it won’t be a match for my strength - not with everything I gathered, not with every tiny part I did take from her - and she will lose and I will subdue her. Again. Have her, for myself. Her her voice cry out, defiance almost forgotten. But only almost. Never have her all. Never. I always wanted - needed - and held onto her, but she never gives in. Not completely. The closest times I can really have her is when she lays before me, moaning and asking - silently, with her her body - for more, harder, faster.And after it she came, by now with a shout, then I could hold her. And she grabbed my arm as well. When she gave in to sleep. Subconsciously, I supposed.
She is magnificent. And I wanted her. Absolutely nothing could stop me from having her.I walked over, wrapped my arms around her and kissed her just below her earlobe. Choker still in place, I nudged and nibbled her shoulder: “… mine”And she glanced at me, defiance in her eyes… and I couldn’t help but crowd her against the table, taking her lips. The hand on my robe not YET pushing me away. A slow grin spread. Small steps.
