The idea of them gripping me for him to have at me was horrifying.
I swallowed the lump of fear that conjured. I knelt before him. Catching his forearms and drawing him down with me. I laid on my back and slowly opened my legs for him to kneel between them.
His eyes narrowed on me.
“Come, Mathis.” I opened my arms to him. “Have me.”
Even to my own ears, my voice had become far away and haunting. Beckoning in a way that didn’t sound like me at all.
The darkness seemed to rip from his eyes like a curtain lifting. Jerking and then rising until they were fully green again. He obediently crawled over me. Then hesitated. He shook his head once. Then twice.
Like a wounded animal.
As if trying to come back to sanity. Trying to regain that seething rage he taps into when he ravishes m
