Once Upon a Past

Written by Illuminate the Shadows

Chapter Three

I lay in my bed, listening to the howls of wolves. Real wolves, not the creatures that we were. A dull thump made me sit up quickly, my body tensing instinctively.

Paul stood in my doorway, nearly a silhouette in the shadows. He looked rather sinister. His chest was bare and he was wearing dark, long pants. One arm was extended so his hand was flat against the door frame. The position accentuated his well-muscled bicep.

"Leah." He took a few steps into my room, and I hugged my knees to my chest, away from him. "Don't tell me to leave." He murmured, standing beside my bed. I avoided his gaze in favor of the nearly full moon outside my window.

"Leah, before you tell me to go, or start to ignore me, I want you to ask yourself something." He paused, and then whispered, "Do you miss 'us'?"

My eyes burned with tears. "It doesn't matter."

He sat beside me on the bed. "'Doesn't matter'? Leah, it means the world. I know I was an asshole. But don't you remember what we used to have? That connection? There's no way that spark has just gone out."

"It didn't, but I can't… Trust you…" My voice cracked and the moonlight shone on the tear that trickled down my cheek.

Warm arms wrapped around my body, hugging me tight to an equally warm, bare chest. "Please don't cry. I've only seen you cry once, when Harry died. It broke my heart then and it's gonna do the same thing now…"

More tears welled up in my hazel eyes and I turned my head to bury it in his shoulder. His arms tightened around me protectively, and he held my trembling body. I had bottled my anguish for so long that I couldn't even comprehend that I was breaking down in front of him. All I could do was focus on his heat, his voice whispering in my ear, trying to comfort me.

I woke up peacefully, in warmth. Letting my mind wander, I recalled the previous night. I had fallen into a fretful sleep, but I felt rested now. From the position I was in, I concluded that I was lying on Paul, and he had fallen asleep leaning against the wall. His arm was around me still, resting on my stomach. I watched it rise and fall as I breathed.

Glancing at the window, I realized it was still early morning. Perhaps two in the morning, judging by the lack of light outside. I shifted, and Paul let out a heavy breath.

"Awake, Lee?"

I was startled by his voice and nodded, wide-eyed. He brushed my long black hair from my face with the hand not resting on my abdominals. I raised my head a bit, but didn't look at him.

He leaned forward to whisper into my ear. "I think I've found a reason to change, Leah. A reason to appreciate the things I have and not take them for granted."

I sighed through my nose. "Who says you have me again?"

His fingers slipped under my chin and made me raise my head to him. My eyes fluttered shut as he kissed me gently.

He pulled back just the slightest bit and whispered against my full lips. "I do believe that is that."

We escaped from my house, out into the stormy night. Rain dripped down our bodies as we walked through a sleeping bed of flowers, hand in hand. We hid under a pine tree, mostly sheltered by the downpour, and he held me in his strong arms, his warmth spreading through me.

When the skies cleared, we lay in the wet grass and watched the stars. I felt as if this was a whole new beginning of life, and I had discovered a different side of him. A softer, more caring side that I had never known before. I was experiencing a new perspective of love.

The wolves were quiet as we headed back to my house. We, too, were silent, except for our breathing, and the beating of our hearts as one. The door creaked as I opened it slowly, glancing back at him. His eyes were dark and chocolatey, betrayed affection and desire for not just my body, but for my heart, soul, spirit; for me to love him back with the same intensity. I took a step backwards, into the house, and he followed me as I retreated. His hand shut the door behind him quietly, and we were plunged into a gloomy darkness. I could just barely see his face in the shadows.

He came closer to me, his hands on either side of my head as I leaned back against the wall, looking up at him placidly. His mouth descended on mine. The kiss was slow and deliberate, taking all of my attention and demanding a response. My hands were on his shoulders as his larger ones smoothed down my sides, gingerly lifting my shirt. Our lips parted for just a second as he pulled it over my head, then he kissed me again. His hands were on my body, everywhere, and they settled on my hips as he pulled back to examine me.

His eyes were appreciative, yet greedy, as he took my full figure in. He lowered his head to kiss my breast gently, and my eyes slipped closed as he reached behind me to undo the clasps of my bra. His fingers were quite skilled, and it fell from my body within only a few seconds. His hands covered my breasts from the cold air, and he held them as he kissed the corner of my lips. Despite his large hands, he still could not hold them completely.

One hand slipped down to undo my jeans as his lips replaced it, his tongue slowly circling the sensitive, puckered nub. My lips parted, and my jeans slid off my hips as I let out a heavy breath simultaneously. Teeth scraped as a finger rubbed me through my panties, tantalizingly. I trembled from anticipation and oversensitivity.

He gathered me in his arms and carried me up the stairs, his lips not able to stay away from my face, my neck, my hair. I clung to him, even when he set me down on the bed, and he followed my actions, climbing onto the bed overtop of me.

"You make me so crazy." He whispered huskily into the cleft between my breasts, then latched onto a spot and sucked gently, occasionally nibbling with sharp canines. I rested my hands on his shoulders, at the mercy of his ministrations. One of his hands slipped down my inner thigh, moving my panties aside as he kissed my cheek softly. I gasped against his lips as he pushed a long finger inside me. My nails nearly scratched his skin as he bit my neck, moving his finger within me. A soft moan surprised me as it escaped my lips. The little movements inside me sent jolts of electricity through my veins.

He pumped his finger ever so slowly, adding a second finger on the third pump. I clung to him; our bodies flush as he tortured me with pleasure. Soft whimpers and moans escaped my full lips as he sped up his movements, his lips everywhere. He bit my lower lip as he curved his fingers upwards, and I let out a soft cry at the sudden rush of pleasure.

"Say my name Leah." He growled, kissing me between words. He pounded his fingers into me, hitting that spot. I twitched and whined.

He repeated himself twice more, hard.

"Say it."

A third time made my stomach convulse, and my muscles tightened around his fingers.

"P-Paul…!"

I watched him remove his shirt, and studied the lean muscles on his chest and abdomen. There was a lusty gleam in his eyes as he stood to unbutton his jeans, but I could tell he was controlling it by the way love fought to stay in their brown depths as well.

His pants fell from his waist and I kept my eyes on his face. He came back to the bed, lying next to me, his skin tan and flawless.

"Leah."

I looked into his eyes, halfway conscious of anything but him.

"What?"

The smile that graced his lips was slight.

"Roll over."

I rolled so I was facing away from him and he pulled me back against his body. I drew in a soft breath at the hardness against the back of my thigh. Outstretching his right arm, he moved it underneath my head and leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

"Raise your leg."

I moved my left leg over his body, and my eyes slipped closed when I felt the soft head rest against my inner thigh. He reached a hand down and moved it so it pressed against my pussy.

"I'll go slow at first. It'll be okay." He murmured, attempting to comfort me and make me relax. I took a deep breath and nodded.

He pushed his hips forward slightly, and the slightest bit of pressure was enough for his head to slip into me. I drew in a sharp breath as the moist inner walls made it easier for it to slide in. He pushed his shaft into me, burying his face in my hair.

"Fuckin' tight…" he whispered, his voice strained. I reached around his head with my left arm to grab his left shoulder, trembling, and his left arm came around my body, holding me to him as he pushed further into me.

The pain was nearly masked by the pleasure. He hilted inside me, somehow fitting his long and thick length all inside me. My breath was shaky as I whimpered.

"Yeah, you like having something inside you, don't you?" he whispered, pulling out, and pushing back in carefully. A moan was emitted from my lips.

The pace he set was steady and somewhat fast. But as he thrusted into me over and over again, both of us grew more needy and bothered. His adjusted himself and thrusted in again, hitting a more pleasurable spot with the new angle. After the first heated moan, he aimed for that spot again and again, driving me to the brink of madness. He hilted within me every time, his thrusts deep and becoming less steady and more erratic. A moan in the form of his name coming from my lips pushed him over the edge, and he lifted my hips, thrusting hard and fast. I nearly screamed as I was impaled with his length.

"Yeah, that's right baby. Say my name. Moan it." He growled into my ear, his breath hot and husky. I grabbed the sheets tight with my right hand and moaned softly.

"You like it when I fuck you like this? Or maybe I should slow it down…" His pace slowed to deliberate, unhurried thrusts. I whined in complaint.

"N-No… Fast, Paul… Please…" I whimpered, able to feel his cock throbbing within me. He gave in, returning to his hard, deep thrusts. It was impossible to stop the moans now; my priority was trying not to scream aloud. Each thrust drove me closer and closer to my finish.

"Yeah, you're mine now. Nobody else's. How would you like this every night, huh?" I nodded quickly; breathlessly. My breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, as did my body.

"Fuck… C'mon Leah, let's finish together." He whispered, holding my leg up with his left arm. He bit my ear and thrusted sharply.

"Cum for me Leah."

One more hard thrust and his wish was my desire. I gasped in a breath and moaned his name heatedly as my body shuddered, muscles convulsing around his length repeatedly. He groaned at the squeeze but continued thrusting, twice more, before his hips twitched spasmodically and I felt his hot, sticky seed fill my lower tummy. The feel was so erotic that I dug my nails into his shoulder, whimpering softly. He growled as he finished, letting my leg fall. We both lie there like that for awhile, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow.