Chapter 8 - This chapter may be a bit much for some people, so proceed with caution.
I squeal in terror, but this provides no resistance for Loki, and he grabs my wrists, positioning them into one of his huge palms, pinning my arms down above me. My breathing becomes rapid, as my rib cage rises and lowers painfully. He slips his leg in between mine, keeping me helplessly under him as his black hair spills over his shoulders and his green eyes look through me. His expression tells me every intention and the fear rings through me as I release a penetrating scream.
"Do you want someone to hear you? Because the only things coming to your rescue are my soldiers, and they would do no better."
His words sink in, and the feeling of helplessness dawns upon me, as Loki's smirk only widens at my sudden hesitation. He allows his other hand to stroke my cheek, which is now burning red, and his fingers slowly graze down my neck and collarbone, warming my skin at his touch. I tilt my head back and cry out helplessly, much softer now, as I can feel tears making their way to my eyes.
He looks up, and quietly whispers, "Shhh, it's okay, Faye. Breathe."
I cringe at his every word. It is not okay! I scream again, and filled with new energy I begin to squirm, lashing out my legs, my knee landing in his stomach.
He doesn't seem moved by my outburst and sliding his hand off my collarbone he pushes my leg down, under his, pinning me down more. I begin to tremble as he places his fingers on my waist, dragging them up at an agonizing slow speed, until it brushes over my breast and back up to my shoulders. I feel my whole body tense up, and I twist uncomfortably.
His eyes gaze down at my body, and I blush with embarrassment as his expression becomes consuming, wanting. He slides his hand off me and onto his own waist, as he grabs the top of his alien looking outfit, sliding his jacket off, leaving only the strange shirt and pants on. Making his movements deliberately slow and torturous, he slides his shirt off, revealing the pale and perfect skin underneath. His tone chest makes my body quiver shamefully with yearning, and I bite my lip, trying to hold onto the hate I had just felt for him seconds ago.
He peers back down at me, and smiles, and I squirm helplessly under him as he reaches into his back pocket, only to have a blade emerge. This shocks terror down me, and I gasp, struggling under him as I begin to twist and turn. Don't die. I breathe rapidly, suddenly feeling sick in my stomach as I watch his smile grow and he slides the edge of the blade to my waist. The cold steal wedges itself between my shirt and pants, and I freeze, scared that any movement will cause the blade to cut into me. He slides the knife up, dragging it across my skin tenderly, as it begins to cut my shirt, the fabric standing no chance. Don't move. Keep still.
I use my every strength not to flinch against the coolness of the blade as he drags it up until he reaches my breasts and eagerly he slides it faster, until the shirt slides to my sides and the knife is at my neck. I blush as the bra does barely anything to conceal my breasts, and he leans over, putting the blade on the counter next to the bed. I look up at him, my eyes suddenly pleading, my head spinning from the abrupt fear mixed with helplessness and frustration.
"Please…" my voice is a mere tremble.
"Please, what?" His own tone reveals nothing about him.
"L-let me go." I barely manage the words out.
I can see a sudden sadness in his eyes, and it sparks confusion in me. He looms over me before his eyes change shades of green, and the sudden wave of disorientation takes me by surprise. T-th..think.
I can't, the fuzziness consumes my body and he whispers above me, "Want me."
With those two words my body is over ridden with passionate desire, and lust dominates my mind.
He hesitates and then leans down, his eyes looking deep into mine, as my head sways. He watches me for a few moments before lowering himself down, and pressing his cold lips against mine. They devour me as he brushes them roughly against me, and gently bites on my lip. T-thi-. My mind is clouded with need and I begin to kiss him back, my lips sliding against his. His emotions become more apparent with each kiss, and when he slides his tongue gently into my mouth I feel the sudden need to be wanted. I can't force my brain to separate his emotions with my own, and I feel engrossed with passion. I crave more and I press up against him, tilting my head into his, and sliding my own tongue into his mouth.
The scorching pain hits me then. It was as if I was hit with lightening, and jabs my whole body, burning me from the inside. I jerk back and yell out from the excruciating pain. As soon as I jerk away the pain is gone. My mind is brought back into a clear state and I'm trembling from the sudden pain, more fearful of it, than anything else. My lungs still burned and I look up to see Loki frustrated and confused. His eyes are back to the original shade of green.
What the hell? The pain, his eyes, the fuzziness. I begin to squirm under him, and I'm gasping for air. He pauses, and then let's go of my wrists. I push my hands against his chest instinctively, still trembling. He eyes scan down to my breasts, and I blush, placing one of my hands over my bra for more protection from his eyes. He laughs under his breath, and slides off of me.
I do my best to ignore my emotions, and watch him as he walks to the door. He points to the right side of the room, although I don't dare look away from him.
"There's the shower, use it. I'll be back with new clothes."
With those words, he opens the door, and leaves, locking it behind him.
Author Note: I meant to add this in earlier, but thank you, everyone, for the favorites/alerts and especially reviews! It keeps me encouraged to write.