InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beautifully Broken ❯ Harsh Temptation ( Chapter 1 )

Beautifully Broken

A brief interlude brought to you by the Evil Bunny.

"You see my face, you hate my words, I hate you too. You see my heart, it likes the feeling that it gets when I'm with you."

~Lisa Loeb "Garden of Delights"

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"Tell me." He demanded harshly. "Tell me and I'll make it all go away!" He was shaking her now, trying to convey the intensity of his desperation. He leaned forward to whisper his harsh temptation in her ear, "In your hands you have the power to free them all. Free them." He barreled on when she still did not reply. "You can take away all their fear, all their pitiful angst. You can eliminate all this unnecessary drama. You can make them happy." He tilted her chin up with one delicate finger and looked deep into her eyes. They were swimming, in tears and the frantic wish to just give in. He saw it, and relished in it.

She shook her head, hair violently whipping back and forth slapping her face. She twisted her body, trying to escape his grasp. "No!" She sobbed. "I can't!" Her body slumped forward into him; her broken mind littered the ground with her angry tears. "Do not ask me too." She pleaded. "Please please please no."

His hands became gentle, gliding through her silky hair. One ran down her back and pulled her close, bodies gently brushing. She ignited sparks across his skin; he closed his eyes at the feel of her. "I could tell them," he murmured against her hair "I could go to them, and tell them of the time we spend together." He felt her body stiffen at his threat. "Do you honestly think they would be so forgiving?" His teeth scrapped against her cheek bone. "Can't you see their faces? Oh how they would despise you." He chuckled as her struggles began anew. He captured her hips in his hands and brought them forward against his with one vicious movement. Her hands pushed at his chest, breath coming in heavy pants. He groaned at the delicious contact, nuzzling his head in the sensitive spot where her neck met shoulder. Nipping lightly he grinned at the audible hitch in her breathing. "You can not tell my you don't desire me." He stated while soothingly licking the spot his teeth had just assaulted. "I could show them." Again he threatened her, showing her the power he held. "I could let them all see just how much you enjoy me."

She clutched at him, clinging helplessly to the one that was her lifeline and her captor all at the same time. Her breath was harsh in his ear. Her nails dug into him, drawing his blood to the surface. "No."

His jaw clenched, hands tightening, brow furrowing. "Why?" He demanded. "I offer you everything! There is nothing I can't give you; there is nothing I would deny you!" She closed her eyes to the emotion that was so blatantly evident in his voice and the delicate quaking of his hands. Said hands were now vises around her upper arms. "I gave up everything for you!" He spat out. "I played your game! Everything you asked of me! And you deny me?" He was shaking her now, her gasps evident of her surprise.

The tears raced down her cheeks, her teeth worrying her bottom lip, refusing to let any sound pass. "No." She whispered.

His hands abruptly released her, and in direct opposition of his previous act his shaking thumbs chased away her tears. His fingers traced invisible patterns over her face and his mouth came crashing down upon hers. His tongue traced her bottom lip before forcing entrance between. She met him there, tasting him, sliding the wet appendage against his own.

The contact was bruising but gentle. She had never understood it. In all their times together, she had never understood how he could so placidly hurt her. And she had never understood how she could so need this, this thing above all others that she should hate. Deep down she wanted to be disgusted, she wanted to be repulsed. But she kept coming back, and the time spent with him was, regrettably, remembered with fondness.

She always gave in.

His hands had snaked up under her clothing to tease the flesh of her belly. One stayed there, enjoying the silken skin, the other went further to grasp her breast. She arched into him, hurriedly pushing fabric off of his shoulders. Their mouths never parted their violent mating. Her nails streamed down his chest, stopping at the closure that his hips from her, with jerky movements she eliminated the barrier. Her thumbs rubbed over the bones that jutted out, and the hollows that followed.

He was immersed in her. She was his death and rebirth. The sharp noise what was the rendering of fabric did not soak through his lust filled stupor, all he knew was that her breasts were now bare to him. He pulled her flush to him, hands working to divest her of any and all clothing until all of her was at his mercy. He lowered her to the stone floor, only a blanket as a barrier. His mouth ran down her as water. Her gasps of his name the sweetest thing to ever touch his ears.

Her hands curled in his long ebony hair, arching beneath him, begging for the unknown. Wanting anything he offered. Mahogany met crimson as he surged into her with the suddenness of a summer storm. Her scream reverberating off the walls as her back bowed. His hips flexed, moving in an out at a more sedate pace than with what he started.

"Tell me you want me to make it all better." He demanded. "Tell me and I will do it." He groaned as her legs curled around him.

Her fingers wound themselves in the blanket beneath her. "Yes." She moaned. "Make it better." She ground out. "Make them happy." She demanded it.

He chuckled, a true smile gracing his dashing features. "I shall." He breathed. "I'll do anything you wish." His head was thrown back, his mouth open as he called out her name in ecstasy. She clenched around him, a tight squeeze of muscle that brought the great villain to his knees. Her low moan of completion did him in, and with a great cry to the heavens he collapsed upon her.

Her fingers ran up and down his back in an almost loving gesture. He rose himself up, panting, to look at her. His finger flicked the delicate pink pendant that hung around her neck, before he met her gaze.

"Tell me." He whispered. Looking her full in the eye. "Please tell me."

He looked so lost, damp with sweat and pleading with her. Her hand grasped the read tie from the ever present white shirt, now in tatters. Blotting the moisture from his brow he looked him in the eye and gave in. Like always.

So she told him what he so needed to hear.

"I love you."

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