With one of her slender arms limp at her side and the other curled beside her head, she looked every inch the delicate, vulnerable female, not the witch of unspeakable power he knew her to be, and certainly not the killer she had proven herself to be over time, but that was Kendra. A paradox, an enigma, a walking oxymoron.
Unable to stop himself, the mattress dipped as he eased down behind her. When he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her soft, warm body against his, she sighed. He nuzzled her neck and she curled into him closer; it was so good to hold her again, she felt so good.
Kendra opened her eyes, seeing absolutely nothing in the inky darkness. A smile curved her lips, she knew who it was without looking, without asking.
A soft shudder coursed down her spine and her lashes fluttered as she felt his hot breath against her shoulder, breath that was soon replaced by his lips. It was only the lightest of kisses, barely a touch but it was enough to make her whimper longingly. She leaned back, pressing her soft, wee body against his big, hard one. He reached up and gently brushed her hair from the back of her neck, sprinkling her soft fragrant skin with kisses. She moaned softly, her lashes lowering completely, he skimmed his hand down her bare arm, entwining his fingers with hers, gently squeezing her hand. She suddenly found herself naked and the length of his hardness slid into her with ease, her hand clenched in his and they both groaned as moist heat enveloped him. It had been so long. Too long. Shamelessly so. She was no longer used to going without for more than a few hours, her body was trained to his, conditioned to respond to the lightest touches, the barest of glances, and she had feared she’d never see him again, never be allowed to love him again. A soft moan fell from her lips, her back arching as she pushed her ass against him, taking him as deep as she could. He started moving his hips in long smooth strokes, always burying himself completely in her tightness, burying his face in her hair, kissing her neck, whispering soft words in her ear. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her trembling body, his hand splayed against her lower belly pulling her into him. His hand was so big, she so small that it covered her from hipbone to hipbone. He drank in her soft whimpers and cries of pleasure, the sound only fuelling his need for her, he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to keep his pace slow, wanting to savor this moment for as long as he could, wanting to make it last for her as much as for himself. He slid his other arm beneath her, cradling her in his arms, his free hand curving around a full breast, tearing another ragged cry from her as a hard nipple dragged against the palm of his hand. He smiled against her shoulder as he felt her suffuse his entire body with her warmth, as soothing, as enticing as it had been from the very first.
Her head fell forward, a soft sob torn from her as she shuddered deeply, from pleasure, from deep longing, from missing him. He pulled her in tighter, every slow stroke sending her higher. The way she responded to him, the way she had always responded to him, still awed him. His witch was so eager, so passionate and so alive. Live fire in his hands. He craved that now more than ever. By sheer will he kept his own satisfaction at bay a while longer, offering her more pleasure, not an easy feat when she was convulsing so blissfully against him, around him. He brought her to completion two more times before allowing himself to surrender to her call, his own body arching, roaring with satisfaction as he found release.
He eased his hold on her, tracing small kisses along the curve of her neck. She turned in the circle of his arms and smoothed her hands up the broad expanse of his chest, her sinful mouth following suit until it met his chin. “I’m so happy you came back love” she whispered. He rested a hand on her hip and squeezed.
"Aye, so am I lass, so am I"
Kendra gasped and sat up, pulling at the sheet to cover her nakedness. "You’re not Alex!!'
"Of course not, ya daft woman, I’m yer husband. Or have you forgotten already?” He said, giving her his trademark grin.
"No, no no nooo! I thought you were Alex!!" What had she done?! He would never forgive her, he would never come back to her, not now. She stared at him in horror and all he could do was laugh, the sound loud and grating, his head thrown back, his grin too wide, looking every inch the demon he used to be as before her very eyes he slowly morphed into Alex. An Alex that looked at her with such contempt that he might as well have cut open her chest and ripped her heart out with his bare hands.
"Fuck, only one night Kendra and already I can smell him all over you."
Tears fell and he reached up with a rough finger, touching her wet cheek. ‘A little too late for these don’t you think? And this as well.” He jerked the sheet from her, uncovering her; she caught the edge of the sheet and tried to tug it back.
"Alex, please don’t"
"So polite, even now. There’s no need to be shy Gidget, it’s not like I haven’t seen you a thousand times before". Which was true, but this was different, this was..threatening.