“I should kill you.” I bared my teeth at her, feeling unhinged, dangerous. Like a predator wanting to tear into its prey until the bloodlust was slated. Had she turned me to the darkness? Did she come to me night after night to turn me into a dark creature like her? One of blackness and destruction?
Emma didn’t say anything, only regarded me with impassive brown eyes that further enraged me by the remoteness I saw there.
Wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeezed. Emma’s face tensed as I put pressure on her windpipe, though I was the one who’d stopped breathing.
“You don’t feel anything do you?” I asked, tightening my grip until she flinched under my hand. Fire entered her eyes as she began to struggle against my grip and tried to pull my hand away.
I’d seen Jo shoot her point blank in the face, a small army attempt to gun her down. She was invulnerable. So why did her sudden alarmed flailing under my hands send a shoot of panic through me? I was disgusted with myself for not being able to do what must be done. Everyone knew it. Everyone but me. Ylang was right. I was nothing but a stupid foot soldier.
At last, Emma broke free of my grip, shoving me off her. With an Emma-like blaze of fire in her eyes, she landed a fist in my gut. I threw a knee into her body and she doubled over. When she straightened, I threw my elbow at her, aiming for her head but she ducked out of the way. My elbow landed into the wall, plaster raining down on her.
By the time I pulled it back, she had gotten around behind me. The moment I turned, she headbutted me then kicked me in my chest. My body slammed back against the wall. Instead of registering the pain, adrenaline surged through me.
Reaching to the counter, I grabbed the coffee pot and hurled it at her. Glass shattered as it broke against her face. Emma bled from a cut on her temple, and a deep crescent-shaped cut by her eye. She touched at the laceration under her eye, regarded her fingers, then looked up in shock.
A cold chill went through me.
Then I noticed the blood was black, not red.
Taking two steps toward her, I threw a punch. My fist connected with her palm, as she stepped to the side. Her other elbow connected with the back of my head and my vision went black for a second. Tripping over my feet, I had to catch myself before I ran into the end table with the lamp on it. As soon as I turned to face her, Emma's foot connected with my cheek and pain exploded across my face and up into my eye.
I fell backward and the end table toppled behind me, the lamp hitting the ground in an explosion of ceramic. The shards dug into my back and arms.
Climbing on me, Emma punched me twice in the face before I threw her across the room. Getting to my feet, fury lit up in me like a firework. Thisthingheld my wife prisoner and I wanted it to taste the pain I felt every second of the day. I barreled into her torso, grabbed her by the waist then lifted her up before slamming her onto the floor.
Emma half grunted, half yelped. She flipped onto her stomach and tried to wriggle away. I sat on her back, a leg on either side of her, and circled my hand around her throat from behind, yanking her head up in a chokehold.
“Looks like you haven’t been practicing,” I whispered against her ear, trying not to notice the intoxicating smell of her hair, the way her creamy throat felt under my finger. Still, the warring pangs of arousal and hatred ran through me. She wriggled her backside up against me. I gritted my teeth, then flipped her over, still keeping her pinned underneath me. Looking up at me, Emma gave me a sly smile. Her nails scratched down my chest, tingles traveling in their wake.
I needed to kill her. I had her in my hands. I could do it. Twist her neck. Take that jagged shard of ceramic and stab it between her eyes. The idea made my stomach lurch. Plus I knew it would do nothing. She was invulnerable before, now she couldn’t even fully keep control of the dark smoky energies that hovered around her. There was no hiding the near god-like status she gained.
Narrowing her eyes at me, I suddenly flew across the room carried by her power. I slammed into the relative soft landing of the couch, but tipping it over with my weight. Getting up, I found her standing in front of me, a smug smile on her face.
I grabbed her hair and dragged her up against my body. The heat of her burned through my clothes, fanning the flames of desire and rage.
I forced her head to tilt back to look up into my face. She grimaced. I searched that beautiful face for the demons inside, for any trace of the woman I loved. I wasn’t sure which I wanted to see. My lips crashed against hers, and her body surged against me. Meeting every kiss with the same measure of force, Emma forced me back toward the hallway. The corner of the walls dug into my back, as she crushed her firm breasts against my chest. She pulled her tank top off, leaving her breasts straining against black lace bra.
Heart pounding, my blood raced hotly through me and downward. Fighting Emma aroused me, angering me further, even as my reaction more sent more of my blood south. I had turned into a monster, but I couldn’t let myself think about that. Instead I grabbed her ass, pulling her up. Her legs wrapped around my hips as we crashed into the hallway wall so hard the plaster cracked under our impact. Kissing with bruising, punishing force, I wanted to destroy her. I couldn’t, but I would make her submit under me. Hold her down. Keep her from doing any more damage, except to my soul.
I no longer had a use for my soul anyhow.
Raking my teeth up her neck, she let out whimpers as she rocked her hips against me. The cuts on her face faded before my eyes until Emma’s skin was glowing perfection.
Unzipping my pants and shoving them down, I quickly brought myself to her hot slick opening and rammed into her. We fucked like a couple of wild rabid dogs.
I was inside her, but I’d never been so far away from her. Desperate to close to my wife, to be with my Emma, I slammed my hips against her in a frenzy. My need yawned open. I couldn’t get close enough. Though her body was tight around me, and her scent surrounded me, Emma was out of my reach. Thisthingwas the closest I could get to her and I was grasping for any shred I could get.
Emma cried out for more.
This won’t bring her back.
She wanted harder, faster.
I drove into her until she stiffened, her inner muscles spasmed around me while she dissolved into shudders and screams of pleasure.
I didn’t stop though. Satisfaction was so far beyond my reach. I would stay here on the brink of completion forever, trapping Emma with me.
All logic and reason fled me as I continued to piston my hips into the writhing blonde. I couldn’t remember why, but I knew enough that I had to make this last as long as possible before the harsh reality caught hold of me again.
