"Dark in My Imagination" by of Verona

There's something in the look you give. I can't help myself I fall...I can't help my myself at all. There's something in your touch when we kiss.

Henry briskly spun me around, pushing my body against the wall with his hip as his lips continue to kiss mine intensely. He lifted me off the ground as my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his hands kneading the cheeks of my arse.

His intoxicating tongue slid on the crease of my lips-bewitching my mind, hypnotizing my body. His mouth wandered down, assaulting my neck all over with his lips and tongue, then found its way back to mine. My fingers pulled at his hair strands.

He hauled my weight onto his arms, moving us towards the bed as our heads twisted and turned, our lips glued together. He threw me onto the firm mattress and as I laid there under his mercy, he crawled on the bed towards me.

He wrapped his lips again on mine for a moment before lifting himself up, but I wouldn't have it. I rose myself up with him to continue kissing those luscious lips of his, but he flung me back down onto the bed, breaking our skin contact.

Before I could make another move, I stared into those dark eyes one more time before they disappeared down between the valley of my bosom. His giant hands parted my legs from each other, exposing my snatch to his grace.

I prepared myself for the impact as his lips found my hot warmth immediately. The moist, slick surface of his tongue directly pressed against my vaginal folds and I moaned, arching my back from the overwhelming sensation.

He flicked my clit. Licked it. Teased it. I fell deeper and deeper into dark euphoria.

And soon, I felt it coming. My orgasm.

It was too much. I couldn't take it.

"Henry, please," I breathlessly murmured.

I fought. I twisted. I squirmed under his ceaseless wrath. The astounding pleasure too much to endure.

But his arms hooked tightly around my legs and hip, locking me in place. My hands pushed at his head, trying to pry him off and release me from this dear, gratifying agony.

But he wouldn't budge.

He drove his tongue deeper down into my core now, assaulting every inch of skin he can earn. I bit my lips to keep from screaming-the titillating sensation too much to withstand.

My senses were driven to insanity. I didn't want to think about anything. I didn't want to care about anything else in this world, except him and this very moment.

And finally, I gave up the fight. I surrendered to his commanding will. This inevitable path. My legs latched tighter to his head as I pushed my pelvis up against his movements.

When will this sweet torture end?

He possessed me. Owned me. Controlled me. Everything bits and pieces of my pleasure in this very moment. He knew it wholeheartedly.

My muscles tightened from the amplifying arousal.

Stars and sparks consumed my vision, blinding me from everything else.

Fuck!

And then I lost it-combusting from pure ecstasy. I imploded. I unraveled. I came. Hard.

My body tensed up quickly as an electrifying surge conquered every nerve all over my skin and I fell into pieces, crumbling down in front of him, breaking down in spasms of dark paradise.

My cheeks inflamed from the moment.

Before I could catch my breath, his swollen and wet lips clashed onto mine again. His tongue glided in between my teeth, massaging my tongue, and I tasted something on his mouth and lips.

Me. It was the taste of me. My juice.

He licked my lips gently and then climbed off the bed. I watched hungrily as he sexily pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it somewhere on the bed. I bit my bottom lip as he slipped off his jeans and briefs, throwing them to the side.

My eyes followed him as he walked over to the drawer and took out a small packet. He paced back to the bed and threw me the item. My hand reach for it and I recognized what it was-a bright, metallic red Trojan packet.

As I turned to look at him again, his hands instantly latched onto my ankles, hailing me closer to him. He leaned down in between my legs, moving himself up to my face and kissed me vigorously again on my lips. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against me.

"You're right. This is what I wanted," he said seductively between kisses as his hand creeped slowly along my arm. He took the item from me. His mouth leaned up to gently bite the shell of my ear with his teeth and whispered, "Isn't this what you wanted too...my body?"

He raised himself up and as we both stared cynically in each other's eyes, he ripped the packet with his teeth.

His body? What did he mean be that?

As I mulled over his last two words, he slipped the condom on himself.

And then I remembered. My own words! Victoria! She must have told him.

Repulsed by him now, my hands charged at his bare, muscular chest, but he clutched both my wrists, placing them slightly over my head. He locked them into my one of his large hands as his eyes never abandoned mine.

He leaned in to kiss me, but I swiftly turned my head to the side. His nose grazed the side of my left cheek and he sighed deeply from the rejection.

But that didn't deter him from his prey.

With his free hand, he seized my jaw, turning my face towards him as he clashed his lips fiercely as ever onto mine again.

"Didn't I warn you, Alexandria?" he taunted as he pulled away to catch his breath.

I tried to move, but the entire weight of his body pinned me down against the bed.

He pressed his forehead onto mine, breathing loudly. "You're all mine tonight."

He kissed my cheek and at the same moment, drove his shaft into me in one violent, fast lunge. My eyes opened wide from the surprise. The force of the jolt lurched me into the air as I collided with his broad shoulder, trying to catch my breath while repressing an urge to scream.

He pulled out slowly and thrusted again harder-each plunge hitting the end of my womb. Discomfort shot up my hollow.

And then realized-he was hurting me.

But I couldn't let him know that. It was just pain-something I was so used to by now.

He released my wrists and immediately I grabbed the sides of his jaw, imprisoning his lips on mine. I kissed him back. Deeply. Passionately. My tongue forced its way into his mouth, stroking and teasing his tongue.

My hands cascaded their way to his back, and my nails dug deeper into his warm, sweaty flesh, mirroring the force of his blows.

With all my strength, I flipped over onto his body as my knees fell around his hip onto the mattress. He pushed us up on the bed with one hand and sitting on him, I grind my hip against his as he thrusted each time further into me.

Our eyes connected for a moment and as we peered into each other's dark, greedy soul, his tongue penetrated my mouth, manipulating my senses to new level. He bit my bottom lip, then kissed my chin, venturing below my collar bone.

My head tilted back as he violated every inch of my neck all over again. His mouth cascaded down to my breast and I rolled my eyes back, closing them shut. He lips latched onto my left nipple and I opened my mouth, moaning from the new excitement.

He licked. Teased. Sucked. The sensation propelling me frantically over the edge of absolute desire.

He heaved me back onto the bed and pulled his length out of me.

Disappointment settled in, but before I could strike another move, he flipped me over onto the bed. I turned my head to the side from the surface of the mattress, unable to see what he was going to do to me now.

He kissed my lower back, leaving trails of kisses up my spine to my nape. Soon his body slammed down on top of mine and I could feel his erection brushing against my crack.

He shoved back inside me mercilessly as he kissed the back of my shoulders. I arched my bottom up towards him, allowing him easier access. With each plunge, he used more force.

But the pleasure was too good. Too wondrous. It overpowered the pain that I no longer cared about.

My heart beats quickened and so did my breaths. I could feel another release looming near.

As he continued kissing my back, thrusting inside me, his right hand slithered along my stomach and below to my crotch. I groaned loudly as he found my clitoris, flicking it back and forth, intensifying with each of his move. His other hand cupped my boob, kneading it, massaging it as he caught my nipple between two fingers.

This was too much. Way too much.

I could hear my breathing becoming louder. Faster. Deeper.

His movements sped up. Dangerously. Savagely.

And then he claimed me. I released. I erupted. I came again. Exploding everywhere. Blood coursed through my veins. Every piece of humanity I had left, disappearing into thin air.

And, so did he. He came. He moaned as his body tensed, crushing me against the bed.

Laying there engulfed with golden pleasure and lust, his weight remained on top of mine as our hot, sweaty bodies never parted. In the dead silence, we both exhaled deeply as our breathing returned gradually to their normal paces.

He continued on kissing an area by my nape and shoulder as one arm wrapped across my breasts while the other around my stomach, holding me tightly, urgently, in one place. He sucked, nibbled, and devoured onto the supple skin until the pain rose. A good pain.

When the flesh was sore and sensitive, he moved on to a new area on my back, one after another.

He finally stopped and shifted up, placing a kiss on my cheek. I shrugged my shoulders from the gentle touch, flushing from our second moment together this night.

He shifted his weight off me as he moved onto his side, using his right arm to support his head up from the bed.

"Now you have my money and my body," he teased darkly.

I gazed at him. "I guessed I do now. Thank you for the pleasure tonight, Mr. Cavill."

He bit his bottom lip, looking apparently angry, but yet satisfied, and I smiled mischievously. He continued eyeing me as I climbed off the bed.

But I didn't make it very far. After a few steps, a slight pain emerged by my inner left thigh where my hamstring was, cramping my left leg. I almost fell to the ground, but he caught me in time with his arms.

"What's wrong, Ally?" he asked in what seemed like a worried tone.

"It's nothing." I shoved his hands off me and stood back up to my full height, but the pain was still there, causing my legs to give out again.

He caught me a second time.

"Henry, what are you doing? Let me down."

He hoisted my bare, naked body into his arms in bridal style and carried me back to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed as I rested on his bare lap. He lightly lifted my left leg over my right and he leaned down towards my sore area, checking it out.

His fingers touched my left thigh and I jerked from the sudden physical contact. "Henry, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to pull his hands from my thigh.

"I am looking at your injury. Be still," he responded, moving my hands from his way.

"I'm fine," I said, squirming in his hold.

His hands were so close again to my favorite part and even when his hands and lips were there earlier, I still found the touch to be foreign.

"Let's go to the hospital to get you check out," he asserted softly.

"No. I'm not going anywhere. It doesn't hurt. It's just a strain or pulled muscle or something. Nothing more."

He gingerly massaged the injured area with his hands and I groaned from the slight pain. He peered up at me with concerned eyes now. "And you said it didn't hurt. Look at your face, Ally."

"It's nothing," was all I said.

"Ally, now is not the time to be stubborn. We need to-"

"Henry, it's nothing," I repeated. "I'm not going to die from this. Remember, I survived worse than this before. This is nothing to be worrying about."

I turned my gaze away from him, pretending not to care or sound touched that he might actually really worried about me, not as a responsibility, but a loved one.

He placed a hand on my cheek, bringing our eyes back onto each other. "I should have gone softer on you. I will next time."

"Who told you there'll be a next time?" I said coldly, removing his hands and looking away again.

He lightly chuckled. "I'm sorry. It was me who hurt you. I didn't intend to. You're too-" 

My eyes glared at him and he remained in silent, pressing his lips together, afraid I might get mad if he uttered that last word.

Unsure how to respond and a little lost in his gaze, there was nothing I could do.

The way this man made me feel. Happy. Sad. Devastated. Excited. Hurt.

Even when I promised myself never to fall for him, I always failed. I hoped he didn't realized it though.

"I have to go now," I said, but almost when I stood up, his hands clung around my naked body, bringing me back down to him. "Henry, I need to go."

"Like I said, you're all mine tonight."

...

As I opened my eyes early the next morning, Henry was lying next to me peacefully. His head rested on the side of my breast while one of his arms laid across my stomach. I could hear his low breathing as I peered down at his black messy hair, ruffling my fingers through them.

The next few peaceful moments, I studied him, taking in the beauty before me.

Slowly moving from his hold, I got off the bed and gathered my clothes which were all over the room. I limped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, placing my back on it and sighed deeply with relief.

My body felt tired with a dull pain throbbing over every inch of me. I paced in front of the mirror and noticed all the bruises and red blemishes on my body-neck, shoulders, breasts.

Henry didn't hold back last night at all.

The scenes from last night spun through my head and I couldn't shake them off.

I slipped on my clothes and retreated quietly back to Lily's room, who was also still fast asleep. I wondered what they did when I left the bar last night. Adam probably told Lily and Nick what happened.

I took a long, warm shower to clear my thoughts and then went down to grab a quick bite to eat.

After having breakfast alone, I decided to take a walk by myself since nobody was up yet. I put on my winter gears and went outside to find out that the snow piles were even higher than yesterday from the snow storm last night.

I treaded down the street and found a trail surrounded by pine trees where a couple people were headed. Walking with a slight limp, the pain still lingered there in my left thigh, but it was no longer as painful as last night. I must have really pulled a muscle of something, I thought.

I muttered a few "hellos" and "good mornings" to a few passersby while on the trail, all who appeared to be nice and friendly.

"Why did you leave this morning without waking me?" a voice appeared from behind me and immediately I recognized it as Henry.

I continued on as if I hadn't heard him.

"Ally, why didn't you?" he asked again, his voice following in my footsteps. "Didn't you have a good time last night?"

I stopped and faced him. "Last night was nothing. It meant nothing to me."

The words just fell out from lips like that.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Now you know the feeling of being used, Mr. Executive. How does it feel?"