Title: My Hunger
Part 3
Author: Sarah
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. They belong to WWF and Titan Sports. No copyright infringement intended.
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Once more I clasp the wooden frame of the window, holding, keeping my body from falling.
"Wait"
It hit me, engulfing my every inch like a bolt of lightening. A voice, never heard, yet it seemed like I already had. Deep, powerful, taking me over, one word. One simple word, tranquillised, stiff, I could not move.
"What's your name?"
The voice, flooding though every poor on my body, waving, shock waves engulfing my aching muscles. I spun, leaving the breeze that flushed against my face. Blue eyes that filled with the silver rays of the moon, lost, casting, resting upon an angel, a man like an angel.
Sitting, his body resting into the bed. Naked legs, obviously powerful, long slender, hanging over his place of slumber. Hair like sun rays, cascading down his bare flesh, brushed back, revealing eyes of crystal blue. Cutting the darkness, watching me, searching my soul.
The caller, awake, alive, woken from his eternal slumber that I had seen. Fear surprise, shock overtaking me, mixed emotions churning inside. The desire, longing for him, ever growing.
"Sarah" shaking, my voice, forgotten to my own ears.
I watched, expecting those eyes, sparkling blue crystal, expecting them to flash wide, filled with shock, his body lurching with fear, at the site of the two daggers embedded into my mouth. Nothing, unflinching, as if he had seen, witnessed, teeth so sharp, viewing them each time the sun rose.
A look, casting from those eyes, gentle, so soft, passionate, as though talking to my muscles. Reassuring them, comforting them, instantly relaxed.
I felt them comply, no hesitation, no after thought. My mind intently listening, drawing in, hanging off his every movement, watching. Scared, shivering, yet wanting, needing him. That sent thrusting stronger with every blink of his waking eyes.
"You've been coming almost a month now haven't you?"
No anger present, only calmness, soft, reassuring that he was not cross with me, it seemed rather the other way around, some how like he enjoyed me coming.
My head bobbed up and down slowly, shocked, surprised. How, how could he have known. My eyes widening with fear, shock, like a child that has been found out. Each time I had crept in, he was awake. A sleeping form, my eyes deceived, alive, breathing, conscious. It hit me like a surge of confusion, each time, his body seeming so tormented, twisting, turning restlessly in bed, not in a slumber, perfectly awake, conscious, why?
The shock, confusion, fear obviously visible, emanating from my body, again as if by words spoken though the silent air, he spoke, my question answered instantly.
"I've been waiting for you to touch me, God that sounds stupid. I mean, I could sense it when you climbed into the room, I've been waiting."