In this black hall, sight is impossible. Therefore anything I suppose could have happen. Even if he and myself didn't want it to. I think that it wasn't our choice to do what we did. I think It was something else altogether. Something that fed from his hopes and her denial. From his fairytales and from her head long fall into the truth. It was he who reached out to her in the long narrow little hall. Backing her up into the deepest corner of her soul and fueling her confusion with his hope. He reached out to her caressing her face with his hands. He traced highly arched eyebrows that he could not see and he let his fingers travel over lips full with a unwanted fear and hense passion. He loved the fact that she feared him and that alone was enough to make her want him. With a sigh his fingers tangled themselves in hair that was just as black as the dark they stood in and just as soft as the breath which flowed from her lips. He loved the heat that radiated from her. The tiny shimmers that were signs of the life she held in her body. He wanted that, he wanted to feel that life wrapped around him and he wanted to give it warmth in return. He knew he could give her that. No matter how much she pleaded and insisted that he could not. That he could only enter a warm place and turn it cold killing what little life she had in herself and in trying to save her draining all his own into the icy cold depth of her core. Throwing himself into and freezing grave along side her body. He would not believe it. Could not believe it. And instead of listening to her he instead laid his forehead against her own and sank his fingers deeper into her tangle of hair. He sighed as her breath mingled with his smelling of sweet mint urging him to see if she taste the same. But not yet. He wouldn't kiss her yet. He couldn't take kissing her and being rejected at this point. He couldn't take kissing her and having her respond in ways he had dreamed of. If she did he knew he would be lost. And he would not lose himself yet. He could not kiss her. But he could touch her. Yes he could rub his fingers against her scalp and relish in her warmth. He could listen to her small gasp as he pressed closer against her. And he could whisper her name assuringly over her lips as he wrapped his arms around her body and embraced her in a tight hug. His eyes closed at the feel of the length of her body pressed so perfectly against his own and he lifted her a bit crushing her against him. He loved the way she felt. Every curve fit against him and every breath she took pressed her further against his body. Her heart raced wildly against his chest telling him just how afraid she was. He didn't want her to be terrified. But he did want her to submitt to him completely. He wanted her the way he'd had her in his dreams. He wanted her with no barriers. No going back. He wanted her if only for a short period of time to be completely his. But he did not want to hurt her, and he knew that if she did not submitt, if she did not want this to happen. That he would. The thought of that tore at him and he barried his face in her neck with a small cry of anguish for he did not know if he could let her go if she denied him. In the back of his head he prayed that she wouldn't. He feared what he would do if she did. With a voice tight in despair and fear. He whispered a slow stream of words against her neck.

"Let me," he almost groaned. "Please let me have you right here, right now no denials, no regrets. Just let me have you." When she did not answer a cry tore from his throat and tears came to his eyes. He lifted her more and put his lips to her throat. "Please, please do not say no. For the sake of both of us do not say no. I swear to you I will try not to hurt you but dear god don't turn away from me right now. I don't know how it got to this point. Don't know what happened, what I did, what you did I just don't know. But I swear on my soul if you don't let me have you It will kill us both. I need you." He stopped and for a moment he thought she would say no. He thought she would turn away. He jumped almost when her hands came to his hair and she repeated the same caress he had given her early. Pressing her fingers deep into his hair and caressing him with soft but firm fingers. When her lips caressed his forehead he sighed and a shutter ran through him at the light almost innocent touch.

"It's okay," she whispered running her lips soothingly over his face. "It's okay. You don't have to beg me. I'm yours. If only for a time I'll let you have me. shhhh... love don't cry. I'm here and I am not running away from you. I don't think I could if i wanted to...could I." It wasn't a question it was a statement. And they both knew it. They both excepted that this was no longer under their control. He sighed and tears wet her neck as he slowly lowered her to the ground, kissing them away as she ran her fingers through his hair. Slowly he released her from his crushing embrace and brought his hands up and down her back. His head tilted back against her fingers and he litterally purred like a large satisfied cat when she scratched her nails over his scalp. "Again" he whispered as his hands unconsciencely pulled her closer to him again. When her nails raked through his hair again he rewarded her with a light torrent of promises against her tear wet throat and his teeth bit into her neck as she gripped his hair and gasped.

"I'm sorry," he murmured licking the tiny mark he had made. "didn't mean to hurt...mmmm...god that feels good." Instead of apologizing he again bit into neck urged on by her nails and hands pushing his mouth back to her throat. Eyes closed she backed up against the wall arching her neck and back into his licks and bites. Not knowing that the movement brought her hips closer to his already raging body which he was trying to keep away from her. The second time she arched her back and hips into him he bit almost cruely into her throat and grabbed her waist shoving her into the wall away from him.

"Don't move" he breathed against her cheek as he tried to decided whether to pull her hips back into his. Frightened she didn't move but instead took her hands from his hair and put them at her side as his breath ran over her cheek. Her body tensed and her lungs refused to draw in air as his fingers flexed and squeezed into her hips. Feeling her body tense under his touch he shook his head and breathed yet another apology against her skin. This time though it was said in a low growl that reflected his frustration. He had no way of explaining to her how much needed her right now. Every since they had stepped in the hall his body had been urging him to take what stood not even a foot away from him. Even now he had no idea how he was going to keep from taking her over the next few minutes, seconds, or for that matter the next breaths they both took. When his fingers bit into the soft flesh of her hips again she whimpered and he let out a stream of curses. Unable to think of any other way to explain his current state he grabbed her hands placed them on exactly what his state was. Shocked or maybe surprised she quickly snatched her hands away and tried to flee. Only to late realizing that the narrow hallway made that impossible. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her back against him so quickly her head spun. When he slammed her against the wall. She screamed at the impact of the hard cement against her ribs. His entire body was pressed against her back she whimpered in utter fear when his hips pressed against her shoving her more into the wall. Her breast were pushed against hard concrete and she began to shiver not knowing what to do. He growled and helplessly pressed his face into her shoulder.

"You said...you wouldn't run." When his hips pressed against her again she whimpered and froze like an animal caught in headlights. Cursing her, his uncontrolled strength, and unruly body he knelt down to his knees and hugged her around her waist laying his head against the small of her back. He knew he had hurt her but he refused to say sorry for it they would not leave until he was through with her. Sliding his hand soothingly beneathe her shirt and over her stomach. He lift the top and placed a small kiss on her back. When she shivered he smiled and only vaguely wondered if it was from fear or pleasure.

"Take the top off." He said against her back. When she didn't move to comply he licked lightly and kissed her back again. The small shivers he drew from her gave him what he needed to continue. scooting back a bit. He urged her around to face him and he lift her shirt a bit more so that he could lay his head against her stomach. Taking deep breaths to calm himself when he spoke again it was in a slow commanding voice.