Page 204 of Seer Prophet

He shook his head. Reaching for me, he gripped my wrist in his hand.

“I’m just tired,” I said. “I’m too tired to talk about this. But I will. I promise I will. We’ll figure it out… okay?”

For a long time, he just looked down at where he held my wrist, his expression unmoving. I felt him fighting with his own feelings. I felt him thinking, too, even as those feelings grew more intense. I couldn’t untangle any of it. I couldn’t even be sure he was thinking about me, or if something else was bothering him about what I’d said.

I didn’t want to deal with his shame. I didn’t want to deal with any of the crap we’d already been over and over again in the first tank.

I wanted to help him with this, though.

He let out a strangled laugh.

When I looked up, he wiped his eyes with his free hand, gripping me tighter around the wrist with his fingers. He didn’t meet my gaze, but I felt something go through his light, what felt like a stab of anger. He didn’t aim it at me, but I felt the frustration wound into that, and a denser want.

“You’ll do anything I want?” he asked, his voice gruff.

My chest clenched.

A flicker of Ditrini slid through my mind and light, there and gone.

I couldn’t fight him anymore, though. I knew I couldn’t.

“Yes,” I said, simply.

He nodded, his mouth set in a harder line. For a long moment, he just sat there, and I felt him thinking. Or maybe he was hardening his resolve, wrapping his mind around something he’d already decided to do.

I was still watching his face when he startled me, pulling me towards him and onto his lap.

He didn’t do it roughly, but he did it firmly, without really asking permission, or being cautious like before. He still wasn’t looking at my face, even as he pulled me against him.

He didn’t want me to sit in his lap.

He brought me over his thighs instead, so that I lay prone across his lap on my stomach. His fingers coiled into my wet hair, holding me down, even as his light wrapped into mine, winding rapidly and insistently into the structures above my head. I felt him slide into those parts of me that I’d used against him in the past, the ones the Lao Hu trained in me.

He gripped those same structures in me, tightly in his light, until he controlled the telekinesis. Once he had that, he slowly extended that control over pretty much every other part of my light.

I fought him briefly, but he sent a hard pulse of light.

I felt the meaning there, too, the reminder that I’d given him permission, that I’d told him he could do this. Realizing he was right, I fought to let go, to let it happen.

Seconds later, I felt him gripping me harder, both with his light and his hands.

Then I felt him testing that control over my light as I lay there, panting.

His mind flickered over how I’d fought him in the past––with my light, even my body. Once he seemed satisfied that he had total control over my light, he started unwrapping the towel from around my body.

Fear darted through me, but his fingers only tightened in my hair.

“Revik…” I began. “No… no. Please…”

“Don’t move,” he said, gruff.

“Revik… please…”

“Allie. Trust me. Please. Trust me.”

Pain slid through his light, worsening until I closed my eyes.

I found myself thinking he was going to fuck me, that this was going to be some rape fantasy of his, but as soon as I thought it, I felt that anger in his light worsen, along with a hurt that nearly blinded me when I felt what lay behind it.

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