Sometimes the dreams come. I wish that they didn't. In dreams, I can't hide from myself…they tell me what I want, what I desire, what I crave. In that hazy place between waking and sleeping the dreams are hazy, foreplay for what comes later. Bits and pieces of the conversations of the day come to life and dance my brain to sleep.
That's when the darkness comes. Like a wave crashing over me it batters harder and harder to let out the desires that burn deep inside. They start like velvet, soothing and soft. Out of the darkness come his hands. Big hands. Strong hands. Hands to turn and twist and control. They soothe and seduce, making me want to give in, to give myself over to their power.
The hands tighten and bind. They hold me close and caress me right to the edge of sanity but never quite push me over. That is my choice to make. To let go…to fall…to accept. Yet I can't quite manage to trust enough. I need more. I need the power and the passion and desire I feel around me. I need the force.
The darkness comes again, wrapping around me until I'm enveloped in peace, relaxed, open. The dreams sweep in again and roll me into the next onslaught. This time the darkness is complete. Instead of hands, strong arms wrap around tightly, holding me against a hard chest. There's a feeling of never wanting to escape the moment, of a deep need calling out and being cradled by my captor. Warm breath on the skin of my neck causes a fire to start burning deep inside.
Out of the blackness comes the deadly silver gleam of a blade. It's sweet kiss bites against my skin bringing tiny crimson drops to rest against pale flesh. What little I wear falls quickly to the power of that blade, baring more skin to its stinging kiss. Just when I think I can't take more, the blackness rolls in again and sweeps away the painful pleasure.
Out of the blackness sings the lash of the whip, flashing hard against skin unprepared for it. Standing alone, I want to hide from it but it only seeks me out more quickly until the tears flow and the screams run from me like a river. No matter where I turn, where I run, where I try to hide it finds me, bends me to its will. Blood seeps to the surface slowly, joining the blood already there.
And it's the blood that finally draws him to me. The final darkness inside us both that we have been dancing around breaks free on the black wings of a raven. No longer alone I can feel the rush of heat from him as he pulls me back against his body. Dark hair envelops me as sweet pain blossoms and sharp teeth bury themselves within me. Hot blood flows into the dark, mingling black and red until the two are one.
