Present Day
The material beneath her fingers was heavily textured, the flesh beneath it firm and hot. Elizabeth sank towards him and then arched backwards, her long fair hair rippling down her back and swaying as she moved.
The wind whipped through the heavily layered trees of the dell and stroked their exposed skin as it swept across the hollow where they lay. Flecks of cold rain and blossoms fell, a sweet heady scent travelling with every breath it took. Above them, iron water cascaded onto stone.
Grispheran’s tongue traced its way down her neck, across her shoulder and then delicately found the divot in her clavicle. The soft kiss of his teeth leaving puddles of pressure which increased with each move he made, her pleasure increasing with his passion.
Elizabeth’s fingers kneaded his shoulders before she cupped his face and lowered her lips to his.
You belong to me, Bess
Besieged with an overwhelming panic, she woke up with a jolt! Her heart raced and her eyes scanned the shadows catching sight of Grispheran watching her from the window seat. Moonlight seeped into the room from behind him and painted his silhouette and a fraction of the wall and floor with a silver glow. Elizabeth squinted across the room towards him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snarled, sitting up and brushing her hair back across the crown of her head with her fingers.
The fallen angel stood and came towards her. The lace-trim cuffs of his white shirt reflecting the light of the moon against the blackness of his coat.
Elizabeth’s heart raced as he leaned over her, stretching his hand out as though to brush a stray wisp of hair away from her face. Her right hand shot out defensively. Grispheran reacted with an inhuman speed, dragging her effortlessly from the bed and holding her firmly against the length of his body. Her feet dangled several inches above the floor beneath.
“Dreaming about me again, Bess?” he whispered harshly but seductively. Her face was pressed into his long thick hair and its earthy scent was undeniably arousing. She jerked her head away from it before losing herself completely.
“Don’t flatter yourself!” She snapped back at him.
Grispheran’s vice-like grip, however, left her otherwise completely at his mercy. She had no option but to remain pressed tightly against him. She fought to draw her thoughts away from the waves of his hair, the silky texture of his coat, the warmth emanating through fabric stretched across the muscles of his thighs and the harsh, awakened memories of the steely form that lay within.
I will not succumb
He slid his right hand into her hair, pulled her head back and brought his mouth firmly down upon her own.
You will!
Elizabeth struggled momentarily against his kisses before passionately returning them. Instantly, she was standing alone in the room with nothing but Grisperhan’s laughter encircling her. That laughter grated against her weakness and pierced another chink in the feeble armour she fought to possess.
“I hate you!” she shouted at the empty air he’d left behind.
His laughter rang out once more in return and then faded.
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