Lilac Wine (Part 7)
Jennifer
Part Seven: Riley
When I open my eyes, the only thing I see is green. A bewitching hazel that blazes through me tenderly. I manage to whisper her name. "Buffy."
"Shh," she whispers and touches my cheek gently. Soft hands. Incredibly soft and kind fingers.
I knew I had to be dreaming but I didn't care. Somehow, in whatever form or realm of reality, she
had found me.
"It's okay now, Riley. I'm here and they won't hurt you again." Her breath is divine against my face and I force a smile. Her lips caress my skin where purple and blue run a plenty. Soothing kisses that can take the pain and wash it away in an instant.
"Buffy," I whisper again. Her name is a song that I need to hear over and over. "Buffy."
"You don't have to talk, Riley. You don't have to say anything."
Her hands move over me gingerly. I don't seem to care that every inch of my body is aching. I don't care where we are or that I'm still shackled to the wall. I want her hands on me. I want her mouth on me. I want to die from the heat of her touch and nothing else.
Her mouth meets with mine, softly, but then blazes a trail down my throat to my torso. She descends further and I feel myself getting surprisingly, but incredibly hard. I try to move my hands but they're still bound to the wall. I want to touch her so bad it hurts even more. Her fingers are at the fly of my jeans now, deftly undoing the buttons, one by one.
"Buffy," I groan softly. My senses are still intact. I need to hold on to them somehow. And I know this isn't the place. This isn't the place or the time. Even if I'm dreaming, this isn't the time.
But she feels so good on me I could cry. "Buffy,"
"Shh," she slides my jeans over my hips and down to my knees followed by my boxer briefs. She takes me in her hand firmly. It feels so good that it hurts. Her lips meet with the inside of my thigh. She kisses and sucks gently at the soft skin there. I can feel my back tensing with anticipation. I lose myself almost completely in her. A haze of unadulterated rapture comes over me as her mouth moves over my thigh and closer, closer...
But then it stops, almost suddenly. I look down to see her. I need to see her. But the only thing I see is black. The black silky hair of my captor as she suddenly latches onto the inside of my thigh and begins sucking the life out of me one more time. I try to struggle again, but there is no fight left in me. My bliss and my terror combine. I feel my legs give out completely until I am hanging by the chains that bind me. Amidst the pounding I can hear in my head, I lose all consciousness once more.
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