Page 54 of Enslaved

“What are you thinking, little one?”

“You’re awake?” I turned, facing him. He shifted still holding me but letting our faces almost touch. He speared my heart. His dark eyes were soft as he gazed at me sleepily, his dark hair tousled, his face covered with stubble. He was a slumbering sexy beast and all mine.

I was vulnerable, sated and wished—hoped we could still be more, have more. “Tell me something, about yourself, anything. You know so much about me, down to my favorite brand of shampoo. While you are a complete enigma.”

He sighed, his fingers lazily drawing circles on my back, “the truth is I’ve never felt as close to another living creature as I do you.”

His other hand smoothed the frown on my forehead. “It’s true. I’m not a complex man, and yet I’m the most complex.”

“Then tell me, tell me everything. We could be so much more…I know you feel it too,” my hand splayed against his beating heart as I pleaded for him to share himself with me.

“Maybe, we could. You give me hope, little dove. Hope that I can be normal, have a normal relationship.”

“Then let’s start, right now. Tonight.” My quivering lips pressed gently to his. He whispered something unintelligible against my mouth, as he shifted moving over me. My devil turned into a gentle lover, using soft hands and soft-spoken words, with slow-moving hips.

Our breaths mingled as we moaned in unison, hands locked, fingers entwined on either side of my head as we became one.

The word was on the tip of my tongue. It took everything to pull it back, stopping it from spilling from my lips. The devil held my heart. I gave it to him, willingly; not caring how fast it went. I wanted him to trust me for real, my plans to escape forgotten. Surely, if we became a real couple, he wouldn’t feel the need to chain me anymore?

“Christos,” I breathed, into his mouth, our tongues in love, dueling.

“Yes,agápe mou,climb higher with me.”

So, I did. My hips sped up, coming off the bed to meet his. We kissed on and on, bodies slick with our dark passion until we both soared to the sky at the same time.

He kissed me deeply, tenderly as our bodies spasmed around each other.

“I’m falling in love with you,” I breathed, unable to stop them this time.

His dark eyes met mine, “I think, I might be falling in love, too.” Then he rolled over, laughing, leaving me fuming.

“What’s so funny?”

“This. Us. Ah, my love. I never thought any of this was possible.” I shrieked as he grabbed me, slid out of bed, twirling me in his arms.

“You are crazy.”

“Yes,agape.I always told you that.” He spun us both into a large tiled shower. We kissed as we washed one another. My body was singing. I didn’t even know how it happened…how he gave me what I wanted. Him, as my dark lover, not my master.

“Come.” He turned the water off, holding my hand as he towel-dried us both. Then he surprised me by opening a tube of ointment, gently spreading it over every cut on my sore bottom. I sighed as it relieved my blistered skin.

“I need you to understand who I am.”

“That’s all I want.”

“Promise me, just promise me, you won’t run? That you’ll keep an open mind?” My heart melted at the vulnerable look in his eyes.

“Of course, Christos. I’m not going anywhere,” I promised, sealing it with a kiss. He shuddered under my touch. He was just as enslaved by this pull between us as I was. After we dressed in new nightclothes, I followed him outside into the warm Mediterranean night. My eyes grateful, I could see the stars again. He had us anchored in a small harbor at the base of a massive cliff.

“It’s so beautiful out here.”

“Yes, it is,” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. He leaned back against the deck rail, searching for the right words. “I’m defective. I was born with a very rare condition, so rare, anytime I dare tell someone they don’t believe it.”

I walked to him, taking his hand in mine, kissed his knuckles and knelt at his feet.

He sucked in a breath as I gave my submission, my trust to him, without him needing to use threats, caresses, or mind games. He stroked the top of my head, eyes looking out to sea and continued. “I can’t feel anything. I was a strange child, nothing frightened me, made me smile or coo. I just stared at everyone and everything. The doctors weren’t concerned at first as I could talk, walk, do the normal things a growing child would. But as I got older, it became apparent; I was different. I didn’t show affection for my parents. Never cried, laughed, or cared to make friends. You see, I have no soulglykiá mou, no feelings, all that’s in here is a black hole.” He pointed to his chest.

I swiftly rose to my feet, “that’s not true. You have a soul Christos, I know it because it’s the other half of mine.” He bent, kissed the top of my head then grabbed my hand, tugging me back to him.

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