She was his wife, she was in his arms, she was kissing him -
And oh those frightening, dangerous kisses were addictive.
I’ve seen people post stuff from this place for awhile. So I thought I’d finally just suck it up and make one for myself. I probably’ll just post random fanfictions or plotbunnies and stupid Harry Potter stuff like that. Yeah I have no life.
The sound of his voice thrummed into the back of her skull, whispering I love you tenderly and making her shoulders shake even more violently. His hand massaged the back of her neck in a loving way, running his fingers through her curls, tugging the way he knew she liked it. Her body ached and as hard as she tried she wasn’t able to clear her nose to breathe. His thumb tickled hers, squeezing ever so softly every couple seconds.
He guided her lips to his forcefully, but not enough to frighten her again. Her lips felt swollen as he played with her mouth and her head. A comfortable haze fell around her that made her forget about where she was and who she was with.
“I want to ask you something, but when the time is right.” He said against her lips in between kisses.
Before his voice had been Heaven, but as he spoke sweet lies to her an unfamiliar pain fell into her chest. Her heart wanted to believe him more than anything in the world, while her head screamed to leave him then and there.
He kissed her bruised cheek, and then the hand prints on her neck. She flinched at the contact. He growled at her reaction, pulling her even closer to him.
She closed her eyes slowly, the memory of his fist coming back to her, watching the scene unfold in her head all over again.
Her lip trembled as she dug her keys into her palm, trying to calm herself during his tirade. She couldn’t quite say why he was mad. He had called her annoying and stupid- but that’s what she was, wasn’t she? Blood trickled down her fingers, stinging as they went. He pulled her hand violently towards him so he could see, roaring at the sight.
“What the fuck is this?” he whispered furiously before pushing her away.
“Don’t walk away from me!” she screamed at him as he stormed off. She pulled on the cuff of his sleeve to stop him.
He turned on her before she could even blink, grabbing her throat and pushing her into the wall. “If you ever do that again I will show you what real pain feels like.”
Tears poured down her face steadily as he tightened his grip on her.
“Get off,” she managed to choke out, gasping for air.
He released her and she fell to the floor, retching in the process. Her insides were on fire as she emptied the contents of her stomach while he watched.
“You think you’re a fucking man for this?” she spat at him, moving to get up.
His foot collided with her jaw and then his fit hit her temple in two fluid motions. “I’m not afraid to kill you.”