Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing the Boundaries ❯ Intimacy and...Betrayal? ( Chapter 7 )

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" Come here, " he demanded, a low sensual growl that sent a shiver down my spine.

I hesitated for a long moment before finally turning to face him. His visage was partially obscured by the shadows until my eyes adjusted to the darkness. My heart beat almost painfully in my chest as I gazed upon the imposing figure standing expectantly in the center of the room. His eyes captured mine, and I was once more consumed by that cobalt stare.

Fear hindered my movements as I moved slowly towards him, stopping a mere arm length away. If I only lifted my hand I could brush my fingertips across the vast expanse of his bare chest.

It seemed like a lifetime since we had touched, and yet we could only stand there staring at one another. Why was I here? Was my will no longer my own? So many questions, yet the answers continued to elude me. It frightened and, dare I say angered, me to feel this helpless again.

My fear ebbed though with the realization that I now possessed some insight to his thoughts and feelings. With his intimate trespass, he had bestowed me with the means to seek the truth if I was bold enough to find it. The truth can be painful after all.

I concentrated on the feeling of him in my mind. At first it seemed that he recoiled from my intimate invasion, but soon he relented allowing me to "see". Deeply intertwined with his feral urges were feelings of uncertainty and confusion. Could it be that he was almost as much a slave to all of this as I?

" You... "

It was the only word I managed to speak before his mouth fell upon mine taking away my breath and any rational thought. Whatever doubts had restrained him thus far fell to the wayside as those instincts surged forth with a vengeance. His Saiya-jin needs were far too strong to be subdued by the existence of a few human genes.

This time I made no move to fight him. I no longer had the strength to battle with the morals and ethics of it all. My hands moved along his strong arms until my fingers tangled in his silky hair. His hands grasped my waist pressing me closer to his body, and I whimpered softly against his lips.

Suddenly he moved his mouth away only to press it to the sensitive area where he had placed his mark. Electric fire burned through my body as I collapsed against his solid form, dazed and panting and longing. In that moment I needed him more than the breath that passed my lips.

So close...hard planes of well defined muscle and heated flesh moved beneath my hands as they slid in silent wonder over his broad shoulders. Such an exquisite creature, this Saiya-jin prince, and I yearned for him more with every touch. His arousal, erect and straining between our bodies, promised delicious release from this torment.

His hands, in turn, roamed over my body tearing away any petty barriers of clothing that hindered his quest. And a quest it was, for I had learned by now that the need to conquer and dominate were as much a part of him as the blood that boiled in his veins. A warrior of the truest sense.

I knew his lust, and he knew mine. The desires of two separate beings, interfused by the inexplicable power of the bond, created a sensation unparalleled by anything that a mere human mind could comprehend. It was nature as its purest, most basic level.

Trunks lifted me off the floor with one smooth motion, and without a thought my legs slid around his slender waist. He impaled me on his manhood before my back hit the wall. A guttural groan escaped his lips while I shouted out, not in pain but rather, exhilaration.

With that single motion, my soul submitted fully to him. I was his in every possible sense. My fate was at his mercy.

Each stroke was long and hard; his initial pace restrained, and his rhythm, utter perfection. The emptiness of those long hungry hours vanished as I felt his strength...his power...envelope every molecule of my being.

Trunks lifted his head, and I opened my eyes to meet that penetrating stare. His thrusts accelerated, untamed abandon unleashed. I could sense his need for release building in time with my own. His hand was at my back, his lips bruising mine as my nails tore trails of fire across his flesh.

I screamed out as my body was overwhelmed by mind numbing waves of heat and pleasure. I arched back, instinctually bearing that most sensitive spot of my neck. He lunged at me sinking those razor sharp fangs into that flesh again.

His final thrust pinioned me between his body and the wall. I could feel every tensed muscle and the rumbling vibration as he growled fiercely into my neck. Exhausted, I fell against his body; his arms were wrapped about my waist... my cheek resting on his shoulder.

We didn't move. Time seemed to stand still. There was such a heavy silence left in the wake of our passionate cries.

Finally he pushed away from the wall, still cradling me in his arms, he moved across the room. He set me carefully on the edge of the bed, the gentlest action he'd shown in my presence.

I took a deep breath trying to find the courage to look at him. After all that had occurred, I hardly knew him. We had never spent the night talking, never shared a secret or looked at the stars together, yet we were connected more deeply than we ourselves could fully understand.

After the passing of several minutes, I raised my eyes only to find that he refused to meet them. His head bowed; long strands of dark hair hid his eyes from view. There was something different...so different about him.

" Trunks, " I began tentatively. This change in him troubled me. I wanted to try talking to him...try making some sense out of chaos, but my voice failed me.

" Don't. " he warned.

There was a harshness in his tone that made me cringe. Was he...rejecting me now?

I was numb as I watched him gather his things and head for the bedroom door. He paused reaching for the knob then looked over to where I sat, motionless and perplexed, where he had left me.

There was no expression on his face, his emotions carefully guarded behind veiled eyes. I sought to reach out to him through our bond, but I could feel nothing aside from the general sense of his presence. He was shutting me out.

" Why are you... " the question died on my lips as he walked out closing the door quietly behind him.

I could only stare at the now vacant spot he had occupied just seconds ago. Hurt and raged welled up inside of me, and I grabbed the lamp off the bedside table and hurled it at the door. It shattered, chards of broken ebony glass spewed across the carpet.

Thoughtlessly I leapt from the bed, oblivious to the glass that cut the bottoms of my feet and pounded my fist against the door not caring if I woke the whole damn world. How could he do this to me? Take everything I had...my body...my mind...my soul and then turn and walk away without apology or explanation! What gave him that right?

" I hate you! " I screamed knowing full well that anyone in the house would hear me, and I didn't care. I was too broken...too empty.

Sinking to the floor a pained whisper fell from my lips, " I wish I'd never met you. "