Hii guys..
Okay, This chapter is basically pure smut... be warned! :P I also have to admit... I had a very(!)hard time writing this chapter..pff.. that's probably why it took so long again..
So I really hope you guys like this chapter, please let me know in a review :)
"You'd wish!" Sam hissed, her voice fierce and hostile. Hoping she'd scare him off, hoping he'd pull away from her and do something to remind her how much she hated him. She hoped he'd stop this.. She hoped the hold he had on her would break.. but it wouldn't.. He didn't give the reaction she had hoped for. Instead he just smirked and pressed his cold lips against hers. Every nerve in her body seemed to burn with the desire to respond, to return the kiss..
But she couldn't.. she was still too sane for that and Sam didn't know if she was supposed to be thankful for that or not.
She ignored the burning desire building up in her as she tore her lips away from his, and turned her head away from him, unable to look at him.. knowing she was close to losing all control.
She heard him chuckle against her ear. "What's so funny!?" she hissed trough clenched teeth. Irritation flared through her because of the way her body was responding to his closeness and even more by the fact how easy it seemed for him to seduce her..
"You want to give in.. I know you do.." he whispered softly, his voice so low it caused the hairs on her neck to stand up straight.
"I can give you what you're longing for.." he said as his hand trailed up her hip and his head nuzzled in the crook of her neck. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt his cold lips press against her hot skin.
She was frozen in her spot. Not because he was keeping her pinned against the tree or by fear or unwanted emotions, but by a burning feeling she had never felt before. She felt a tingle in her stomach. His words hit her hard. He knew.. how could he know if she didn't know what she wanted herself?.. she wanted to go home so bad… But how was she ever able to go home if she didn't feel like she had one.. she wanted Neverland to be just that.. she wanted to give into him. To accept his offer..to make her life better..easier. To make Neverland her home... Because it was what he wanted. She had no idea why she felt this drawn to him all of a sudden. Why she wanted to please him.. to obey him.. to give herself to him.
A small voice in the back of her head pleaded. It told her it was Pan doing this to her. Making her weak.. breaking her.. doing as he had promised. She realized the voice was right.
She knew in that moment she should push him away from her with every strength she still had.. or at least try But she didn't.. something kept her from doing just that..she did not want to..
His touch was soft.. his touch was warm.. but most importantly..it was real. More real than anyone who had ever touched her before.. he made her feel more real than she had ever felt in her entire life.
He made her feel wanted. She needed him to stop, because deep down she realized she really did not want him to stop. Her head was clouded with the desire to feel him. To feel his body press against hers. She was all too aware of his hand traveling up her waist, softly cupping her breast and pressing against her. His husky voice huskily whispering into her ear. Telling her he wanted her, Encouraging her, enchanting her, feeding her lies, getting into her head. She knew all of this.. she knew she was almost eating out off the palm of his hand..but still she couldn't help herself.. she was too far gone.. knowing she was going to regret it, she responded to him. Pressing her body against his and grabbing his hair as she pressed her lips hungrily against his. Pan smirked against her lips, finally getting what he wanted all this time.
He had wanted her for so long. Sure, at first it was because of her power, because she would help save him and all of Neverland. He had threatened her, lied to her, locked her up, tried to seduce her.. none of it had seemed to work causing his frustration to grow. Because what she and the Lost boys were unaware of, was that his want for her had turned into a need. A need so desperately filled with lust and hunger. Yes, he still needed her for her power, but it had turned into so much more now. He needed to feel her body, needed to kiss her lips, discover her, he needed to know her, he needed to own her.. and perhaps over time.. she would own him.. if she would only give into him, he wished. She was undoing him, slowly but surely. A fact that scared the hell out of him. And as much as he tried to stop it he knew he couldn't stay away from her.
His heart skipped a beat as she pressed into him. He felt her hand move to his head and forcefully yank his hair as she pressed her lips against him.
What followed was a game of power, one neither of them was planning on losing.
Their tongues wrestled for dominance. After a while they pulled away, both exhausted from the struggle, realizing they were equally matched. Pan raised his eyebrows playfully and wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her with him, pinning her roughly against a different tree, in the hopes of trying to catch her off guard. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them above her head, keeping her at his mercy.
Sam gasped as her back hit the tree. Pan took advantage of the situationby slipping his tongue into her mouth, easily taking control this time. He heart was racing as she tried to regain some of the control.
Pan showed no mercy as he pressed against her and pulled her hair.. hard. She grunted and bit his lip out of revenge, pushing back against him and hiding her smirk. This was a different game of power. It was a game they both knew they didn't want to end. Pan's lips left hers and traveled down her neck. She moved her head to the side as she felt him sucking and placing kisses down her collarbone.
Sam's eyes fluttered closed, trying to block out the guild that was screaming at her from the back of her mind.
Even if she had wanted it to, there was no way what they had started would end..
Peter Pan roughly claimed her again with his lips. Sam shifted, trying to free her still tightly held wrists. But he wasn't going to let go.. He ducked down a little and grabbed her leg with his free hand, wrapping it around his waist and keeping it there. They both let out a moan as he pressed against her again.
She could feel him growing hard against her. Finally he let go of her wrists enabling her to wrap her arms around his neck as he pulled her other leg up as well.
With both of her legs now tightly wrapped around his waist, she felt how his hand traveled down the inside of her thigh and pressed against her most intimate spot. Sam threw her head back against the tree as she let out a loud moan. In an instant Pan's lips were back on her skin, leaving a hot trail down her neck and collarbone. His hand slowly moved under her shirt, caressing the bare skin under it.
Sam felt the throbbing ache between her legs grow. She pressed his body tighter against hers with her legs. He suddenly thrusted his body against her, pushing her up against the tree, eliciting a loud moan from her.
"Tell me what you want Samantha.." he growled, thrusting again.
"AH.. please.." Sam whimpered, unable to form any coherent sentences in her head.
Pan smirked "Good enough". Sam heard him growl and the next moment the bark of the tree against her back was gone.
He pried her arms from his neck and threw her roughly onto his bed.
Sam looked around bewildered. They were no longer in the woods.. They were in some kind of wooden hut, filled with bookcases, crates, and a lot of other stuff she just couldn't focus on right now because all of it just did not matter, because he was stalking towards her, a malicious look on his face.
He finally had her where he wanted her..
Unable to move she stared at him in anticipation and even a little bit of fear as he looked at her, the corner of his lips curling up with malice. "You're mine.." he snarled.
She had no time to even register his words as he lunged down to her and straddled her. His elbows on either side of her head, keeping his weight up. Sam gasped at how close he was. Or perhaps it wasn't his closeness, but the position he had her in. She was pinned underneath him, completely at his mercy.
She decided not to back down and pulled his head down to hers, attacking his lips again. His hand slipped underneath her shirt, pulling it up to reveal her breasts. His fingers were drawing circles around her nipples before he lowered his head an sucked down on them.
She arched her back, giving him more access to where she wanted him. She pulled his hair, trying to pull him back up to her. He had other plans though..
Slowly he traveled down, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her belly to the hem of her jeans. His other hand pressed against the throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs again. She jerked up, pushing her body against his hand. He smirked up at her as a moan escaped her lips,. He kissed the sensitive spot just beneath her belly button again, he felt her body trembling beneath him. Feeling his own need growing he wasted no more time and pulled her jeans down her legs.
Pan grabbed her arms and pulled her into a sitting position. "Take it off" he growled huskily. Taking a very deep breath, she did as she was ordered and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. She waited in anticipation as he took in her now almost completely naked body. His eyes grew dark and a smirk graced his face. "Like what you see Pan?" she breathed huskily.
He looked at her with lust filled eyes. It took all his control to keep him from ravishing her right then and there..He wanted to take his time with her. He pulled away from her and from the bed. His eyes never leaving hers.
He took off his belt and threw it in a corner. Next he pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscled chest.. Now it was her turn to look at him with lust in her eyes. Before his hand could continue with his pants she shot forward grabbing one of his wrists and stopping it from going any further. She pressed her naked body against him and pressed her lips roughly against hers.
He stiffened at first, but quickly regained himself, pulling her flush against him. "Let me.." she breathed. He watched in amazement as she started to undo the clasps of his pants.
She only had two more clasps to go as she suddenly felt one of his hands leave her back. She gasped and leaned against him as she felt it slip under her panties.
"Go on" he ordered. With trembling hands she tried to continue..emphasizing tried.. As soon as she started to undo the last clasp he delved between her folds, pressing two fingers into her. She gasped out and fell against him, her knees buckling under her weight if it hadn't been for him holding her up.
She was breathing heavily and closed her eyes as his fingers moved even deeper inside of her.
"I said..go on!" he growled in her ear, amusement clear in his voice.
Sam could not think clearly anymore, a haze in front of her eyes. She forced herself to focus on the clasp and not on his fingers..down there..in her.." She had started this game, she was supposed to be in control.. not hím… She finally succeeded in undoing his pants and freeing his hard member.
"Ah!" She moaned as he started moving in and out of her. She threw her head back and started moving her hips in sync with the rhythm of his fingers.
Suddenly he pulled away from her, and she was pushed down onto the bed. Pan slowly pulled her underwear down her legs to expose her wet folds to him.
"Pan.." she started, but was quickly silenced by his lips roughly attacking hers. "Samantha.." his voice sounded hoarse..and threatening. "Tell me what you want..". His fingers were back again, but this time he thrusted in an third finger. When she didn't respond to he added another, painfully stretching her out very slowly. He mouth forming a silent "Oh". " . .want!" He growled.
"inside.." she gasped out loud.
He drew his fingers out.. the pain was gone, but now she felt empty without his fingers filling her up. She closed her eyes and took a breath, awaiting the inevitable. "Look at me!" he ordered. Sam slowly opened her eyes again to find herself staring into the most stormy blue eyes she had ever seen. "you are mine Samantha.. I am in control.." he growled before he thrusted his hips forward and plunged into her. She nearly screamed out in pain as she was painfully stretched out to the limit. He was big.. very big.. and he wasn't showing any mercy.
"You're tight.." he hissed in pleasure. He slowly pulled out before thrusting back into her again. With every thrust she had to hold back a scream. She wasn't going to give him the pleasure of making her scream as well. He pulled out almost completely before thrusting back into her at an even pace.
She grabbed the sheets underneath her, her knuckles going white as she endured the pain of him pounding into her again and again.
After a while the pain began to fade and turned into pleasure. She started to thrust her hips upwards, to meet his.
Peter hissed as she dug her nails into his shoulder. He grabbed her wrists again and pinned them on either side of her head again.
"leave them there" he ordered. He started to trail down kisses from her jaw to her neck, sending shivers down her spine. When she reached to grab his hair he bit down..hard.
She screamed out at the sudden pain. "You son of a .." She was cut off by his lips against hers. "I told you to keep them there.." he whispered, surprisingly gentle, as he forced her arms above her head this time. The building pleasure that was coursing through her made her forget about the pain.
Sam started trembling, meeting his thrusts upward. She couldn't keep silent anymore as Peter started pounding into her at a faster pace and she felt a tingling sensation flooding over her. Peter started thrusting erratically into her as he felt her muscles clench around him, sending him over the edge. With a low growl he spilled his seed deep inside of her and he collapsed on top of her, riding out the last of waves of pleasure.
After a few minutes of silent exhaustion, Peter moved to pull the blankets over them and pulled Sam against him. "You're mine.." he whispered fiercely into her ear and kissed her head.
Apart from the possessive flavor to it, it was a tender scene to behold, as they lay together, his arms protectively around her.
Perhaps this side of Peter Pan would have made her think differently about him as well..
If only she had not already been asleep..
omg.. I found out I'm really not good at writing this stuff.. -_- Anyway I really hope you guys still liked this chapter.. next chapter will have more dialogue and background again :) I hope to be able to upload again tomorrownight of this weekend.. Let me know what you thought think! :)
