Bound to the Fallen (Prophecy #2)

by Stevie J. Cole

  Gavin shook his head. “Slower. Pull it off slowly.” His voice was deep and stern. His eyes were so dark and menacing, they almost didn’t seem human. They seemed endless, timeless…

  I obeyed and lifted my shirt slowly over my head, holding it loosely in my hands as my eyes locked onto his.

  Pointing down to the floor, he said, “Drop it.”

  I released my hold on the material and stood in front of him.

  “Now, take your pants off.” Gavin rolled his lip, and then wet it slowly with his tongue.

  I pulled my pants off and walked toward him.

  “No,” he growled. “I didn’t tell you to come to me. Don’t take another step.”

  I halted abruptly. My heart banged against my sternum, echoing in my ears. It was racing from arousal and from the fear of what beast I’d just unleashed.

  He approached me; his predatory, primal, savage glare locked onto me as he grabbed me by my hair. He yanked my head back and pressed his tongue to my neck. Licking up its side, he reached around to unfasten my bra. He unhooked the small clasp, but he didn’t remove it. Gavin pressed his body against mine, and I could feel his erection push against my stomach. I reached my hand down to touch him and he quickly seized my wrist.

  “No.” Forcing my arm back down to my side, he hissed, “You don’t move unless I tell you, understood?”

  My voice caught and I tried to nod my head in agreement, but he had such a tight grip on my hair I couldn’t move my head. “Understood,” I managed to whisper through my suddenly dry lips.

  Gavin placed his hands on my hips and ran his finger along the side of my panties. He moved his body away from me and my bra fell to the floor. Pulling my panties down, he slowly rose back up. His hands ran up the back of me and stopped at my ass. He smacked it hard with his palm, closing his eyes as a deep groan rushed from his lips. My eyes slammed shut as the sting from his hand ran through my body.

  Gavin’s face was inches in front of mine, and his eyes stared deep into mine. He grabbed my breasts, clenching their fullness within his large hands.

  Inhaling deeply, he told me, “You belong to me.”

  His lips pressed hard against mine, and his tongue lashed deep inside my mouth as his hands left my breasts and grasped at my face. Pressing his thumb hard against my jaw, he rubbed my skin. “Tell me you’re mine,” he panted against my lips.

  I drew in a quick breath and the sensation of arousal scorched over my body, covering it in a heat of need, of desire for this man that stood before me, manipulating me to his whim. “I’m yours,” I breathed into his ear.

  His hand left my jawline and ran swiftly down my neck, down between my breast, down my stomach and between my legs, possessively gripping, groping, and squeezing every inch of my body. He forcefully grabbed between my legs with his palm. “This is mine,” he paused and brought his lips close to my ear. “Tell me it’s mine.” He bit down on my earlobe, and the breath from his nose rushed into my ear canal.

  I breathed in and chill bumps formed across my skin. “It’s yours,” I confessed with a slight moan.

  “What’s mine, love?” He tightened his grasp on me and forced his finger deep inside me.

  “My sex is yours.”

  His eyes narrowed.

  “My cunt is yours, only yours.” I took another quick breath in. That word made my skin crawl, but I knew that’s how he wanted me to talk to him.

  He laughed a demonic laugh I’d never heard come from him. “It is, isn’t it?” His left hand snaked behind my back, weaving his fingers in my hair again. He tugged on it hard and my head jerked back quickly. Gavin’s mouth found my neck, and I felt the warmth of his tongue running across my jugular and up toward my jaw.

  “You were meant to please me, made to please me. Only me!” His eyes locked onto mine, ignited with want, pupils dilating as he glared at me. He breathed heavily, groaning as he pulled harder on the hair he’d laced between his fingers.

  Releasing his grip on my hair, he placed one hand on my shoulder and pushed me back toward the couch.

  “Sit,” he demanded.

  I sat down abruptly. The leather was cool against my naked skin. I stared at him, my chest violently heaving up and down.

  “Turn around,” he said as he stared distantly at me. “I said — turn — around — love,” his voice deepened into a demanding growl.

  Pushing myself off the end of the couch, I knelt over its edge. He placed his hand on the nape of my neck and buried my head in the seat of the couch.

  “Ah, yes,” he laughed. “You want me to own you, don’t you?”

  I said nothing. A slight stab of fear fanned itself through my veins and I twisted my head to the side enough to see his face. The loud, possessive music made the moment seem even more intense.

  “I suggest you speak.” His voice sounded possessed, almost unrecognizable. “After all,” he paused and glared forebodingly at me, “you’re the one who asked for this.”

  I saw him raise his hand up into the air and I shut my eyes in anticipation of what was coming. I heard a loud clap as his palm met the skin of my ass. My face lurched forward from the force of it.

  “You want me to stop?” he asked.

  I paused, knowing all too well what I was getting myself into, but the sheer arousal I felt from having him completely dominate me was indescribable.

  “No,” I said, surprised at the nervous quiver in my voice. I glanced back and saw his lips turn up into a satisfied smile.

  “Good.”

  He raised his hand again, this time slightly higher than before, and I felt the air rushing toward me. My shoulders heaved forward as he spanked me again. The sting spread across the top of my thighs and I felt blood rushing to the tender area.

  “Again,” I whispered.

  Leaning down, he wrapped my hair around his wrist, pulling my head up from the couch. “You don’t tell me what to do, understood?”

  His hand met my skin harder and I winced from the sheer force of it. I bit down on my lower lip as not to cry out.

  I gasped. Although I was profoundly turned on by his authority, this change in him, this quick submersion into this experience was overwhelming. I wasn’t sure if it was excitement or fear that was causing tears to prick at my eyes. Closing my eyes, I laid my head down in the hopes that the water would roll down my cheek and fade into the couch.

  “Lay down,” Gavin demanded.

  I rolled over to find his face was expressionless.

  “No, on the floor,” he said, backing away from me. His arms crossed in front of his chest and he watched me crawl from the couch to the cold, hard floor and spread myself out for him.

  His large shadow cast across the wall behind him. “Further. Spread your legs further apart,” he demanded as he loomed over me.

  I obeyed his command and he pressed his body on top of me. Thrusting his thick cock into me with one hard push. Gavin ran his tongue over my left breast and pulled himself out of me. Moving his mouth over my breast, his teeth clamped down on my nipple. His tongue flicked across the point as his teeth sunk into the flesh around it. I moaned loudly, writhing under him. Gavin pushed himself into me again, this time scooting me across the floor with his force. I felt his breath on my neck, promptly followed by his teeth ripping into my skin. I grabbed onto his back and dug my nails into him hard.

  Gavin panted, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move.” He raised his head and glared down at me, a greedy grin forming on his face the moment he moved back into me.

  My nails scratched down his back toward his ass. Grabbing onto the tight skin, I sunk my nails into him. He reached around mid-thrust and grabbed my wrist tightly with his hand, slamming my arm down onto the floor by my side as he raised himself up. He snatched my other arm up and pinned it down above my head.

  Fucking me hard, he worked my body across his hardwood floor with his movements. I saw him reach his arm out for something as he cont
inued to slam himself in and out of me.

  “How rough do you want it, love?” he snarled. “Tell me? You said you liked it rough.”

  I watched him roll his leather belt around his wrist. Dangling the end of it from his hand, he drug it across my breast, and then down my stomach while his movements inside me slowed. His fist moved to the floor and he pulled himself out from me. He took his left hand and placed it under the small of my back, effortlessly lifting my back up, and pushing for me to roll over.

  “Turn over,” he said, his tone dripping with anticipation.

  I rolled myself onto my belly and lay completely still. I was terrified.

  “Up on your hands and knees.” The flawless rhythm of commands solidified that he was indeed experienced at this.

  My knees buckled slightly as I pulled myself up on my hands and knees and steadied myself. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw him release his belt.

  The tenderness in his voice that I’d grown to know returned momentarily, “Don’t let me hurt you.” I heard him take a deep breath. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Panic filled me. I never really thought our first encounter with this would be quite like this. Gavin raised his hand back and the sharp bite of the leather belt hit across the back of my thighs. I started to tell him to stop, but caught myself, biting my tongue instead. He raised the belt again and slapped it hard against my thigh. The jolt caused a tear to roll down my cheek. I quickly wiped it from my face with the hand that was curled up against my chin.

  I heard the metal buckle of his belt hit the floor.

  “I wasn’t prepared for this, love,” he groaned while his hands grabbed onto my ass.

  I felt his mouth on me; his tongue pressing between my legs. His fingers dug into my skin, his tongue feverishly driving into me. His hand reached under my stomach, pinching the delicate tissue of my clit and rolling it between his fingers.

  Snaking his hand up my stomach to my breast, he pulled roughly on my hardened nipple. A loud carnal groan come from him while his face was pressed hard between my legs. The tension quickly built up and an unforgiving warmth coursed through my body as I came. I lowered my chest toward the floor and my body squirmed from the deep kiss of his tongue inside me.

  “I wasn’t ready for you to go there.” Gavin rose from behind me, he placed both hands on my stomach and lifted me with ease from the floor.

  He stood me up, grabbed my shoulders, and spun me to face him. Tracing his fingers over my mouth, Gavin pulled my bottom lip under his thumb as he moved his face closer to mine. He placed his lips over mine and parted them forcefully with his tongue. The taste of my pleasure was still fresh on his mouth.

  He licked into my mouth deeply, his hands traveled down from my shoulders, stopping at the bottom of my ass cheeks. His fingers dug into my skin and he lifted me up from the floor. I desperately grabbed onto the sides of his face and forced my tongue deeper into his warm mouth. The taste of myself caused a surprisingly erotic rush to crash over me. I clumsily pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his waist as he walked me over toward the large window of his living room.

  Gavin tenderly kissed the sensitive area under my jawline. The sensual feeling of his full lips caressing my neck was replaced by the abrasive pull of his teeth raking across my skin. He closed his teeth gently around the smallest amount of skin he could pull together and then released his grip. Lightly touching his lips to my skin, he bit down once more. His jaw moved from side to side, tugging at the skin between his teeth as though he were trying to tear it from me.

  He pushed my legs down from his sides and slammed my body against the window. The cold glass pressed against my skin as he pushed his body over mine. Gavin wrapped his fingers underneath my knee and shoved it up toward my chest. “Hold it,” he said.

  I grabbed onto my knee with my right hand, clutching it.

  Gavin forced himself into me and my muscles clenched down around him. I placed my hand around his hip and he quickly grabbed it, banging it against the window. Pinning my arm above my head, he pumped vehemently into me. His eyes locked between my legs while he pushed into me.

  “I want you to come, now,” he demanded.

  The sweat caused heat between the small of my back and the fogged window. I noticed headlights cast shadows across his large living room when a car drove by his house.

  He put his face directly in front of mine. “Look me in the eyes when you get off.”

  Gavin’s eyes seemed overcome with power as he glared at me, his chest rose in uneven pants, causing the silver pendant to slap against his damp skin. The commanding feel of the pleasure his body brought me crept across my core. Throwing my head against the glass, the feeling forced my eyes shut.

  He removed the hand he’d been steadying himself with from the window and grabbed my chin tightly. “I told you to look me in the eyes,” he growled.

  The warmth quickly turned into an intense heat that ruthlessly took me prisoner, captured by its pleasure. I stared deep into his eyes while the feeling poured through my nerves. I gasped loudly andI frantically tried to free my arm from his grasp. Tightening his grip around my wrist, he banged my body into the window. I moaned again, loudly, as I fought to keep my eyes from succumbing to the natural instinct to close from the intense feeling of pleasure pumping through my veins.

  The corners of Gavin’s lips curled up as a satisfied look fell over his face. “I love watching what I can do to you.”

  He leaned his head down and rested it on my shoulder. I felt him give a quick, hard thrust and his body try to pull away. Gavin bit down on my shoulder hard as he came. A sated moan escaped him and then he became still.

  Lowering my leg to the floor, I brushed my fingers along the small of his back. He jerked away from me and released my hand. Gavin backed away with a blank stare on his face. His lips were slightly parted and he raised his hand to his forehead, lightly running his fingertip across his brow before turning to walk back across his living room. He grabbed his jeans as he passed the couch and headed into the hallway without saying a word to me.

  I stood there, panting, trying to regulate my breathing, somewhat startled by what had just happened, and wondering why Gavin had just walked away so suddenly from me.

  Chapter-Fifty four

  Gavin

  That touch; the sensation of her rubbing my back snapped me back into the moment. I backed away from her, my chest still heaving as I fought to catch my breath.

  I stared at her.

  Her expression was blank, lost, and empty; meaningless. Meaningless, what I’d always wanted before her, for things to remain meaningless, but having that look conquer her face broke me.

  She stood there still completely nude and pressed against my large window. Her chest rose dramatically with each breath she took. For a moment I feared I’d accidentally taken her soul from her. The way she looked reminded me of the demeanor a person who’d just lost that piece of them, the desolate look that conquered their eyes after they’ve been stripped of all forgiveness and grace. Frantically, I searched her eyes for that spark of innocence. My pulse galloped as fear struck me. As she began to come down from the high I’d just sent her on, I saw that blanket of pure innocence fall over her eyes once again. And for a moment I felt relieved. Glancing down at her neck, I noticed a small amount of blood from where I’d broken her fragile skin with my teeth, the sweet, delicious taste of her blood still creeping across my tongue.

  The images from the moments before bombarded my mind and I had to walk away. I’d let myself get too into it, it’d been so long since I’d been able to be so forceful; I’d lost myself in it. I turned, without saying a word, and walked toward my bedroom.

  I didn’t bother flipping the light on in the room. I threw my jeans onto the floor and laid down on top of my sheets, staring up blankly toward my ceiling, trying to sort through it all. My eyes traced along the dark, wooden support beams crossing the pitched ceiling. I couldn’t unde
rstand where her sudden desire had come from. I thought, and I remembered that damn bitch asking if I would still love Brooke if she were like me. I was certain she’d coaxed her somehow, planted the seeds; who knows, she may have even been trying to teach her.

  Conniving bitch.

  Becoming absolutely enraged, anger filled my lungs and caused my breath to quicken, growing more shallow as I thought about how I’d allowed myself to lose control of my emotions, how loving Brooke had made me lose control of so many things. I punched my mattress because I knew that everything was about to crumble to pieces. It was all about to decay.

  I’d never experienced the softness, the feelings that being in love with Brooke evoked within me. I craved the passion that washed over me from her touch, the beauty I’d found loving her with my body, watching her melt into me, the way her whispering “I love you” while I kissed her set my tarnished soul on fire. The sinful taste of her. The look of complete love and desire that fell over her eyes afterwards; that’s what I wanted, not that hollow glazed-over stare I’d just seen. She wouldn’t be able to understand the emotions of that; she needed softness, not that.

  I didn’t want Brooke tempting me to go farther with it. I knew she had only had a mortal’s vague understanding of what it was all about. What had just happened was only a slight dabble into that part of me. I’d done so damn good at pushing away the desire I had to completely dominate her, to bind her, and now — I knew that putting myself in situations like that would try my abilities. If I lost myself I may end up taking her without intending to. The way I’d just been possessed by my demon – the fact that I’d come some close to losing all control by allowing her blood to trickle into my mouth….that could never happen again.

  I closed my eyes.

  But it felt so damn good, so uncertain. If I could keep it just at that point. Risk – she was a tempting risk.

  The power I felt pulsing through me, the exhilaration of having that control over her was indescribable.

  Fire. A raging, uncontrollable fire.