Page 77 of Cages and Crowns
Tears pour down my cheeks, mixing with his as he turns us around and guides us to the bed. My hands are shaking as the mattress hits the back of my thighs. His tongue caresses mine gently, his lips soft against my own. He leans down, grabbing the back of my legs and hoisting me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he climbs on the bed, the curtain falling closed behind us.
The mattress is soft against my back as he lays me down, nestling inbetween my legs. His lips release mine as he slides them across my jaw and down my neck. Tears pour from my eyes as I turn to look at the viewers.
“Don’t.” He whispers, his hand coming up to pull my chin towards him. “Don’t look at them.” His dark eyes hold mine and a choked sob works its way out of my throat. I nod and his lips find mine again.
I kiss him with everything I have. Begging, pleading for my body to react the way it needs to. The way it needs to in order to make this painless. His arm comes up to rest beside my head, my hands holding onto his cheeks. His free hand slides down in between us. He unties my dressing gown, parting it and revealing the thin fabric that hides absolutely nothing.
His hand slides down, gripping my hip before sliding down to my knee, hitching my leg up and against him. He slowly rests his lower body on mine, and I flinch. Hardness meets my soft flesh, the roughness of his trousers scraping my skin through the thin nightdress.
His lips pull away from mine, his eyes finding mine again before he glances down, his eyes trailing over my exposed body. From the tepid peaks of my nipples to the dip beneath my navel, he sees it all before he tilts his head back up.
“Whatever you have to do, whoever you have to think of to get through this. I understand.” He whispers.
“Who will you be thinking of?” His lips part as he tries to find an answer, but none comes. His lips slam into mine just as his hand releases my knee and slides over my backside. He lifts the nightdress up, sliding it up to my stomach. His hand leaves my body, as he shifts above me. My legs shake, my hands sliding down to fist his tunic as he settles back down on top of me. His head comes down, nuzzling my neck as my hands slide to his shoulders.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers before sliding into me. A gasp escapes my mouth at the fullness, at the stretching. He stills part of the way in before repeating his apology. He flexes his legs and pushes himself in to the hilt. I gasp again, my back arching as he goes past the point anyone has before. My eyes close and my mouth opens as he moves slightly.
The movement sends a spike of both pain and pleasure through me, and I fight against it. I fight against the warmth I feel low in my core. He slides out before thrusting back in. His hand slides back down to my knee, pulling my leg against him. He lifts up, his hand brushing hair off of my face before he cups my cheek.
He moves again and I fight the small moan hitting the back of my throat. His eyes lighten and I know he can feel the wet heat pooling inside me.
I don’t want to like it. I can’t. But it was always the same with Tobias. No matter how much my mind fought, my body responded. My body accepted it. Took pleasure in it, and this is no different.
Except it is. He doesn’t want to do this either. He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want me.
We were forced into this.
“Are you alright?” He whispers and I nod. A tear escapes his eye and I catch it with my thumb.
“Are you?” I respond and he nods hesitantly. I lean up, my lips pressing to his before I arch my back. He flinches and his breath catches, but it causes him to move again.
He kisses me with fervor, with pain. With desperation as he moves. He picks up his pace, his free hand tangles itself in my hair as he thrusts into me over and over again.
Shaking hits my limbs as my core starts to burn. I can’t fight the growing orgasm, no matter how much I try.
And maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I needed this. I needed a cleanse from what occurred before. Maybe I needed to be touched with affection.
His lips pull from mine again and he presses his forehead to mine.
“Nora.” He gasps and my eyes shoot open.Nora. Release hits me like a bomb and he catches my cries with his lips, just as release hits him. His body shakes above mine and he empties himself inside of me. As he does as his father wishes.
Tears once again fill my eyes as he stills. They pour freely down my cheeks as his lips slip from mine. I hear a loudthumpand look over to see the shutters have been shut. A click sounds on the door, and Nithe quickly grabs a blanket, throwing it over us, but the door doesn’t open.
He leans back over me, slowly sliding himself out before reaching between us to pull my dress down. He sits up, fixing his pants.
My hands come to my face, covering my eyes as I feel sobs building in my chest. My body shakes as I silently let them out. So many emotions coursing through my body, through my head.
“It’s just your body reacting. It doesn’t mean anything.” He whispers, trying to explain away my body’s response. At the betrayal I feel.
It’s too much. I can feel their icy brush before I open my eyes and see the stars glistening on my fingers. Nithe gets off of me, collapsing next to me on the bed, watching my hands.
“Let it out, little witch. Sometimes it feels better.” I take a deep breath and let it be free. Lightning comprised of a million stars shoots out of my hands, hitting every torch and extinguishing them. The room stays alight with bright white light. It feels good, it feels like I have control over something, as if—
Black streaks start to appear, breaking up the white light, before it all goes dark. Silence fills the room as we lay in the darkness. But we don’t talk about it.
We don’t talk about what we just did or why the starlight darkened.
We don’t talk about anything.
