Love UnCharted (Love's Improbable Possibility)

He hooked my body with his right arm, gripping my ass while his left arm cradled my head like a baby. My body was tense, ready for a physical attack. I was straining against his tall and hard frame. He found his way underneath my robe to my panties and rubbed me so intently, so greedily. I was weakening from failed attempts to break from him and eventually crumpled from defeat. His tongue entered my mouth and swirled and swirled, furthering my weakened state. My breathing vocalized as he invaded my mouth and I could taste faint traces of blood ejecting from me biting his lip, but I still couldn’t stop him. He unfastened my robe and as he tried to push it off, I mustered the strength to tug it, holding it in place. With force, Azmir yanked my robe completely off. He lifted me in the air, forcing me into a straddling position where I could feel his strong erection on my way up to his waist. I was angry and didn’t understand his aroused state.

“I need you, Rayna. You can’t leave me,” he forcibly whispered to me, out of breath as he walked me out into the bedroom. I pushed and screamed, dragging my chords, “No! No! You want me to need you like everyone else and I refuse.” Azmir shook his head vehemently, rejecting my summation of his crazy world. “Put me down. I’m leaving!”

He walked into the bedroom, near the bed. I was still trying to force him to ease up from his impossible grasp. He held me so tightly to his pounding chest. I could hear him closing a draw, but didn’t have the room nor energy to even turn to look.

“Let me down, Azmir. Give me my space!” I squirmed in his arms.

“No. No space. Just be here with me,” he offered softly, walking back to the closet, but this time to the other doorway where he stopped underneath. I heard metal clinking above me, and when I looked, I saw the handcuffs he had used on me weeks ago. He let me down so that my feet touched the floor, but held on to me with one of his arms.

“What are you doing, Azmir? Are you crazy? Are you going to do this every time we fight?” I was horrified at the turn of events in my day. He was suddenly scaring me.

“Are you going to run every time we fight?” he spat back mordantly.

I couldn’t believe it when he was pulling my arms into the constraints, one by one. Once he forcibly lifted my left arm up to throw the other cuff over his pull-up bar, I knew his plan for my other hand. I tried like hell to fight him, but he was too strong, it was pointless and I didn’t want to risk scraping my hands against the metal. I shouted and screamed helplessly.

“Relax before you hurt yourself!” he demanded as he pushed into the last cuff to adjust it to my wrist size. He stood back and let out a deep breath. I watched as his shoulders sagged. I was winded, firing off all types of nastiness.

“Do you know how insane this is? This is all types of crazy! You think I’m going to want you after this? I’m calling the cops!”

With my hands, I lifted myself from the bar and swung my legs aimlessly, trying to widen the distance between us. With ease, he caught my legs, one at a time and dropped to his knees, pulling my lower torso into an embrace. Here I was, with only my bra and panties, breathlessly crying my eyes out.

I didn’t possess the stamina needed to keep up my resistance. Azmir buried his face in my abdomen, breathing forcefully into my bare skin. The front of my thighs strained against his naked chest and his fraught hands where plastered to the back of them, skin to skin. What is this? I couldn’t fight anymore. I needed a reprieve. We stayed in that position for a while, panting hard and hearts racing until I felt his face lift and his lips trace from the side of my abdomen to the center of my belly. He started off slowly as he licked and kissed me desperately. My abdominal muscles jumped at each movement of his skilled tongue. With one hand, he began tugging at my sky-blue lace boy shorts.

“No! No!” I was all breaths and no force behind my pleas. Devastated. Shattered.

That one hand managed to pull my panties off, licking maniacally at my belly. My body went from fight to acquiesce, betraying me. I went nearly limp but for the possibility of the cuffs cutting into my flesh. He freed my legs, bringing his hands up to my back, slow and steadily, caressing me. My body began convulsing. I felt him prying my legs open with little resistance; I was so exhausted from fighting, but I didn’t want intimacy. It just wasn’t right.

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