“Then end up in a mental facility.”
With each denial, my answers become more irrational.
“I’ll carve that damn symbol out of my leg.”
My twin gets in my face. “Good luck.”
I grab him by the hair. “I’ll kill myself.”
He does the same thing to me. “Then you’ll be recycled to the next body and I’ll find you again and so forth. Besides, if you were about that life, you would have allowed yourself to die the first time.”
“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!”
I’m still looking at myself, but his version’s eyes have turned green. “Because I love you.”
“You don’t know me!”
I watch as my twin’s hair turns black. “No! You don’t know yourself.”
Frustrated by the truth, I push him until we fall to the floor. It’s strange my fall feels slower and I never feel the impact of the ground. I’m on top trying to choke the naked me. I watch as my clone laughs until its hair is red. We roll on the floor until my back is on the ground.
“This is fun like foreplay,” I’m told by my imposter right before our lips connect.
He may be in my form, but the kiss is all him. I forget he’s me and return the kiss. My anger shifts to desire. My eyes drift closed, and I surrender to the feeling. I know he’s shifted back without opening my eyes. He feels heavier. My hand caress his pecs and broad shoulders as our tongues become acquainted. And if I’ve somehow missed all of these changes, his hard dick poking me would be the only evidence I need.
“Damn,” he whispers. “Your desire for me is so addictive, it’s easy to get drunk off it and abuse the power…”
I don’t know what the fuck he’s talking about. I don’t care. I’m ready for him. My entire body is one big erogenous zone.
“Fuck me,” I tell him. I try to grind against him but he’s holding me in place.
“No, kván.”
“How can you call me wife and deny me?”
His eyes are tender as he traces my lips with his thumb. “It’s an irrational request. Your hormones are raging. When I take you again, it’ll be because you want me enough to not regret it later.”
I moisten my lips with my tongue. “Who says I’ll regret it?”
“All the other times I’ve fucked you. I’ll feel the difference. When I take you again, it'll be because you want me so bad, you’ll call for me without any provocation from me.”
“I want you now.”
He shakes his head. “No. You are turned on from confrontation. I could use it against you by fucking you into submission. I’dtrap you in your desire this time.
He moves to press his erection where I want it, but my panties remain a barrier. My head rolls to the side then my eyes shut, my body relaxes to submit itself over to his will.
Iam nips at the neck I’ve exposed to him and licks my pulse point. My nipples cement and beg for his touch.
See what I mean, kván?
My eyes open to find him standing, he’s fully dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. Sitting up quickly, glare at him as my frustration resurfaces.
“What do you want from me?”
His green eyes roam over me. I feel his caress although his hands are in his pockets.
Your love.
I don’t know why but his telepathic answer pisses me off. Jumping up. I poke a finger in his massive chest.
“Then act worthy of love! And stalking, bullying, and embarrassing me doesn’t prove you love me!”
His signature smirk falls back in place. “Noted.” He touches my cheek. “Now get some rest.”
I don’t realize what he’s done until I wake up in my bed the next morning.
