Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

A low, sinister chuckle passes his lips, his grey, practically silver, eyes glowing with an unrecognizable emotion, sending a wave of fear crawling up my spine. Making the little hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, expelling any hot anger I might have earlier felt and leaving behind the cold emptiness of fear. 

"You see, my dear Zmiena, that's where you're wrong," Jack stares down at me, his eyes able to see into my very soul, making me want to cower back into darkness, safe from his piercing gaze. He starts walking towards me, his black wings held high above his head showing his dominance over me. I back away, trying to put some distance in the ever shrinking space between us. A sly smirk finds a way on his face, and grows into a wide cheshire smile, showing his perfect white teeth. My back hits the hard surface of a wall and my heart leaps out of my chest, he puts both his hands beside my head, trapping me. "I do own you. You're mine, you're my girl, got it?" Jack hisses in anger, his words barely above a whisper as he brings his body closer to mine, his head tilted slightly.

"Your body, thoughts, soul, everything about you belongs to me." He inclines his head closer, I can feel his warm breath brush against my lips that are ever so slightly open. My heart pounds against my chest at his words. "You will do everything I say and be my perfect little pet, and, who knows, maybe I will get bored and throw you away." He purrs quietly, licking his lips, his grey hooded eyes staring down at me in desire. My own eyes follow the movement of his tongue as he drags it across his lips, the action sending shivers of anticipation over my body. He's so close that, when he smirks, his lips brush against my own, making my knees weak. Jack grips my hips harshly, pulling me closer and holding me tightly against his bare chest. I put my hands on his shoulders trying to push him away, but I don’t fight too hard. For some reason, I feel as if I’m not trying my hardest to escape him, a strange wave of desire washing over me at his slightest touch.

This is wrong, a small voice in the back of my head reminds me. So, why do I want to feel his lips pressed passionately against my own and have his hands travelling every inch of my body? "Or maybe I will keep you here, never to leave my side," he moves his head to my neck and gently leads a trail of warm kisses down to my shoulder that leaves me arching into him, eager for more. I tilt my head to the side allowing him more access to the rest of my neck. "But there's one thing I do know," he stops his assault of kisses right above the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. I close my eyes in anticipation and longing of what will happen next. "Nobody else will ever be able to touch you.