“Ansgar,” she moaned while I continued to slam into her like a savage beast devouring its prey, unable to stop, crazy with desire.
“Ansgar,” her hands managed to release my hold and pulled onto me, onto my hair. “Ansgar!” she insisted again, forcing me to look at her. “Stop!” she demanded, her voice rough, eyes damp and surprised.
I continued to press into her, decreasing the rhythm just slightly, her body still moving up and down against mine, her entrance still squeezing the soul out of me.
I wanted to kiss her again, wanted to devour her lips but she shifted her head, denying me the gift. Anwen’s face became taut and a broken voice uttered, “Stop, you’re hurting me!”
I froze, halting abruptly at the request, my gaze following her lips, trying to catch the words from thin air to put them back together and understand if they had spoken true.
Her expression told me yes, that they were. Her furrowed brows and disappointed expression broke the remaining pieces of my heart.
I immediately removed myself from inside of her and allowed her body to descend to the ground, carefully placing her legs back on the floor. When I removed my hands, she pushed me and escaped, walking away quickly and into the bedroom.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured and followed after her, struggling to pull my pants up. Before I could place a step, the bedroom door was slammed in my face.
I stopped in shock, not knowing how to react. I had taken her so many times, a lot harder than this and she always enjoyed it. Sometimes when I thought I couldn’t fit more of myself inside of her she screamed and begged. What made it different now?
“Anwen?” I knocked on the door but received no response, so I decided to enter, and may the goddess damn me if it turned out to be the wrong move.
“Anwen?” I called her name again and spotted her already in bed, hugging her knees to her chest, a pillow wrapped in between her legs.
I hurried towards her and fell on my knees on the floor, next to where she sat. “I am so sorry, fahrenor. I am so, so sorry,” I cried out, dread carving its way into my chest at the sight of her.
“I just thought…” I stopped, not knowing what to say.
She lifted her gaze to me, tears covering hazel eyes.
“What? That after everything I've been through, I would need a good fuck to calm down?” she accused with hatred. Hatred. Forme.
“Anwen, please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you,” I said again, a hand reaching for her, but she quickly moved away so I retracted, respecting her space.
“I wasn’t ready,” she replied, focusing her attention on a random spot on the wall. “What were you thinking? Well, this girl has just been slammed into a wall, what would be the next best thing? Hm... let’s see. Let’s slam her into a door and fuck her,” she mocked, animosity piercing through her tone.For a moment, she reminded me of Rhylan.
“I’m sorry, I went crazy, I didn’t know—”
“Where I was? If I was safe?” she replied in my stead. “Do you think Rhylan tagged your location on the map and let me follow you by GPS to make sure you were safe?”
I stopped, not understanding what she meant. “I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I’m sorry I am not GPS,” I said honestly, not understanding her words but sharing the sentiment.
She looked at me for the first time, her lips curving just slightly to sketch the faintest of smiles, then anger overpowered her features again. “Don’t you dare be cute right now, not when you shoved your dick in my stomach.”
“I thought you were ready, I found wetness and—”
“Yeah, well Ansgar, that’s what happens to a vagina when you rub the hell out of it. It becomes wet. It’s a physical response. That doesn’t mean I am ready,” she snapped.
“Sometimes you are ready before I do anything,” I frowned, remembering times when she would pull down my pants early in the morning and jump on me without a warning. “Is your attraction for me gone?” I asked. We had so many more important matters to discuss, to plan, to understand, but I could not stop the silly question from escaping my mouth.
“I…” she waved her head in frustration. “It’s not that, of course, it’s not that,” she replied quickly. “You just jumped me, thinking you know best,” Anwen huffed.
“I became enraged when Marreth took me away, I couldn’t control my anger, I had guards at the door and my powers were shut. I couldn't do anything but wait for you,” I explained. “And when I saw you, I needed to feel you again. To feel us. I am sorry I overstepped, causing you displeasure was the last thing I wanted to do. Please believe me,” I begged, my hands barely containing their urge to trap her inside a hug, but I understood that it may be the last thing she needed.
“And you think I wasn’t? Do you think I enjoy depending on Rhylan’s moods, not knowing if he is ever going to let us go? That I have to pretend to be engaged to him and help him with whatever sick plans he has?” she accused.
Involuntarily I sighed in relief at her words. She had topretend. Which meant that as usual, Rhylan had a bigger plan and Anwen was a means to an end. That he didn’t truly want to take my mate as consort.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” Anwen pulled the cover over her body, wrapping herself in the massive blanket.
“Okay,” I said, “let’s go to bed.”
