A/N: so it's been like a100 years since I updated and I feel really bad...I just wanted the chapters betaed before posting them but it's been a bit too long XD anyways, I hope you like this chapter! finally some yum yum ;P
Wake Up
Chapter 4, Forbidden pleasure.
He glanced down at the empty bottle lying on the floor with a sour face. He hadn't had the energy to pick it up, and wasn't going to do so now either. He'd blacked out alright. It was two in the afternoon now, and his stomach growled at him for not having it fed.
With a swift wave of his wand, he conjured some sandwiches, a glass of milk and a banana on a tray, charmed to refill itself when needed. That way, he wouldn't need to do this three times a day, and stood no chance in forgetting. He carefully lifted the tray up and quickly left the kitchen.
As he neared the door where she was locked in, he once again cursed himself for being stupid enough to drink himself near death. She'd probably been without food for over two days, and he'd just been sleeping through the day.
Severus opened the door with a violent kick and stepped through; letting the little light there was flood the dark room. A startled pair of brown-grey eyes blinked rapidly as they tried to focus. Severus frowned at the sudden tug in his chest, which he covered it up with a smug smile when he noticed she'd regained her sight.
"Hungry?" he asked sweetly as he entered. Tonks was lying on the old bed by the wall, her face turned towards him. She wore a look of indifference, as if she'd gathered all her feelings and then thrown them away. He didn't like it.
"We don't want you to suffer on an empty stomach, do we?" he mocked; trying to get her to react. He was just slightly pleased by the angry look of fear that passed her features, but it left too quickly. He slowly placed the tray on the floor before closing the door behind him, while taking out his wand. He conjured up some candles to be able to see before locking the door. He knew thatthe first sign of falling into the dark pit of despair was showing no emotions. She was going to kill herself if she was to keep it all locked in. He wouldn't allow that. How was she to escape if that happened? He needed to break her new found defence, and he needed to do it now. If he only knew how.
"Aren't you a little rude, Nymphadora? I'm bringing you food, and what do I get? Not even a thank you? Tsk, tsk," he said while approaching her. He felt angry at the lack of respond. She just lay on the bed, watching him with a numb glare. He picked up his speed and didn't stop until he was just a few inches from the bed. With a threatening glare he bent over her and grabbed her wrists painfully. She yelped, and gave a surprised huff as he jerked her up to stand in front of him. Her control was lacking, she felt, but she wouldn't let him know.
"Not…even…an…answer?" he whispered into her ear as he held her close. She shivered at his warm breath tickling her skin, but stayed quiet.
"You seem determinant to make me mad, Nymphadora," he continued while slowly letting go of her wrists, which he'd held up over her head, only to let his hands travel down her arms to finally stop and cup her breast. He didn't know why he was doing this,and couldn'tstopthe strange fire thatwas waking inside of him; the flames burning, telling him to continue. The witch before him trembled as he let his hands trace her chest up to softly grip her throat. Clearly she still remembered how he'd almost strangled her. Yes, the bruises were still there, he noted. He tried to pull away then, tried to tell himself that he would be satisfied with a hard slap across her cheek, that if he continued with this it would break her and make her into the piece of weakness the Dark Lord wanted; but his hands kept stroking her soft skin.
"Push me away," he hissed as he realized he was inches from losing his control. If she didn't fight him…
"To what use?" she whispered back. Severus opened his eyes, without remembering having them closed, and tried to back away. He wasn't going to get any help from her, he knew, so he had to fight this himself. He'd thought himself to have succeeded, but as Tonks' hands gripped his shirt, dragging him close again, the fire inside of him threatened to consume him.
"Push me away and I will leave you," he growled while nuzzling his nose behind her ear, finding it hard to believe that he would be able to stand up for his words. Her natural scent had been dampened by the days and nights she'd spent without a shower, yet he could feel that sweet, lingering perfume of her skin. He sensed her shiver as he awaited her respond, every second that passed feeding the fire more and more.
"Why?" she whispered in a husky voice. Severus was more than surprised, but had lost his voice the moment he'd felt her hands leave their firm grip of his shirt to end up cupping his cheeks; forcing him to look down into her face, into her eyes. Her deep brown eyes with that golden streak around her pupil. Was it her real eye colour? He didn't get any time to ponder that question, as the flames now reached out and snapped his control.
Without thinking, he tore her t-shirt open; revealing a plain, white bra. His hand quickly found their way down her chest, nails cutting into her skin hard enough to leave faint, red marks. She whimpered in pain as he passed a hidden injury, possibly one of his spells having caused her the wound. Indeed, it was a red mark just under her breasts, but he ignored it. He had other things on his mind than healing her, which she must've noticed as she bit her lip to keep herself from making any sound.
He roughly pulled at her jeans and struggled to get her out of them, but had to stop as he knew he wouldn't be able to do so while she was still standing. He moved to stand even closer, if possible, and lowered his face enough to look her straight into her eyes. His hands snuck up to rest on her hips, slightly cupping her bum as he leaned forward; pushing her back into the bed. He hadn't meant to be gentle, but he had no control over what he was doing, and had no other choice than to let it happen.
Tonks closed her eyes as she fought the urge to move. She wanted to help him, wanted to get out of the now uncomfortable jeans she was wearing. The jolt of electricity he'd sent through her as he'd come up close to her the first time had taken her by surprise. A strange feeling had slowly started to consume her as she'd listened to his whispers, ignoring the threatening tone, and she'd just stood there, and actually enjoying having him so close.
I am going mad. Something is wrong with me. He's beaten me, hexed me, insulted me…hurt me…Her thoughts swirled around in her head as she felt his hands trace her wounded skin, roughly stroking and ignoring the injuries and the pain she felt. She gasped as something burned at her skin, something that made her arch up for more, no matter how painful. She opened her eyes and looked down to see him kissing her belly, making his way further down. He seemed to not be able to stop; it was as if he was eating her. The mere thought made her body twist as she tried to find some way to satisfy her now increasing need. Her mind refused to stop spinning as he parted her legs with his hands; almost attacking her with the look of a hungry wolf haunting his eyes. She groaned in pain at the way her legs were spread, but dared think it was worth it as she felt his hands leave their position around her thighs to join his mouth and tongue. It was wrong, and it would bring consequences, but neither cared. The darkness that was him, the cold night she'd felt him to be, wrapped itself around her. She could almost see the stars shining as she closed her eyes and arched her back in tries to end this sweet torture. She heard him growl, felt his hot breath, sensed his swift movements. It was forbidden pleasure, so forbidden, so wrong…so wrong that it could be made right.
A/N: so how that? ;) not so dark, I know, anda bit too loving but well...I'm finding it hard to be mean ;P anyways, review and I'll post the next chapter faster!
