"Call me what you like, it doesn't matter." He growls. "You debase yourself allowing that fool to speak to you, it is a reflection of me."
"Everything has to do with you now?"
"Yes."
"Everything I do has to be approved by you?"
"Why not?"
"I hate you."
His face morphs for a moment, hurt, irritation, and then anger. "No, you don't." Athanasius invades my space. "You hate that I'm good for you, that I am and will be the best thing that has ever entered your pathetic mortal existence."
I have to slap the ever loving shit out of him. I have to and now, I'll get the upper hand. Reaching my hand out, Athanasius catches it again, his lower arms grab my waist, the upper grab each of my arms stretching me. "We can get rough, are you giving me permission to treat you like my fuck doll?"
There's no time for shock, his face leans close and Athanasius kisses me.
Chapter thirteen
It Was Nothing
Ione
We'rekissing.Athanasiusiskissing me. His hands are rough on my body, touching, rubbing. Slowly his grip loosens and he holds me close to him. My hands are on his face. Kissing him is like…I'm not sure, his split tongue moves and caresses the inside of my mouth, it's a sensory overload that quickly has my pussy dripping. His lower arms envelop my waist and his upper arms touch all over my body. He's moaning softly, lifting me up and my legs circle around his waist.
He's moving me against him, I can feel the head of his cocks brushing against my clothed pussy, and I'm getting needier by the second. I want to impale myself on him, I want to feel him inside of me. Then he stops. Athanasius stops kissing me, he sets me down on the floor, and takes a step back.
"I apologize," He clears his throat. "I moved without permission and I should have asked."
"It's fine," I'm breathing heavily. "I didn't tell you to stop, and for me, that means yes."
He nods his head. "I apologize." He's avoiding my eyes. "I was…you can't…I'll return shortly."
Then he's gone. He's saturated in darkness and gone.
It's nearly three a.m. when he returns, slipping into bed behind me. He doesn't wrap his arms around me. I feel his fingers slip down my spine, tracing the points of my vertebrae before he turns over. I stay awake listening until his breathing evens out. Turning over, I open and close my mouth several times. What do I want to say? What do I want to ask for? I don't fucking know, this is all so confusing, and the only thing I can think about is how he moaned when we were kissing. How his hands touched every inch of my skin and I was being held like his life depended on it.
I think about the darker elements. The way he told Kenneth that I was not for him. The tone of his voice, dark, brooding, powerful, when he said that his life would be forfeit. It makes me tremble–with desire. Something is wrong with me.
Slowly, I reach out and touch his back. His flesh jumps under my hand, and Athy rolls onto his back. "Why are you awake?"
"Why are you?"
"Do not answer my inquiry with another." He breathes heavily. "Why are you awake, rabbit?"
"I was thinking about earlier." I admit. "The kiss."
"Get it off your mind." He turns his back to me. "We should not have done that. I crossed a line, this is a tether between us and not what was before I lost my autonomy." He takes a deep breath. "Rest woman, you'll be sleeping long into the day and I hate that."
I can't help it. Grabbing his shoulder, my attempt to turn him is easily done. Athanasius turns on his back. "Did you want to kiss me?" Sitting up, my left hand touches his chest. His skin is soft and smooth, hard like silk laid over iron. "Did you?"
"What I wanted to do doesn't matter." He groans. He's not looking at me, all of his eyes are closed. "There is a line, I crossed it, and it will not happen again."
"I thought a primordial could do what they wanted?" Since he loves to say that so often.
Now he opens his top eyes, the ones enclosed in black so dark and full of shine. Almost like lacquer. "I would never force you. I would not take what you didnot offer in truth. I've learned what happens when humans obey out of necessity, Ione. Now sleep."
What does that mean? He turns over once more. I turn over and for some strange reason, I'm resisting the urge to cry.
