Dorian's Destiny: Altered (30 page)

He obliged, shedding off
both his and her undergarments. He then slid his hand underneath
her thigh to gently part her legs. She allowed it, opening herself
up to him, eager for him to enter her. Positioning his pelvis
between her legs, he eased inside. She flinched as her virgin flesh
stretched to accommodate his girth. He hesitated, “Am I hurting
you?”

“No,” she lied. Her body ached for him, and
she knew the discomfort was temporary. He opened his eyes. He
observed the discomfort displayed on her face. She wrapped her legs
around him as he tried to pull out. “Don't,” she pleaded.

When he remained still, she pressed her legs
against him, forcing him to stay inside her. He obeyed. Her velvet
flesh caressed his manhood as he dove deeper and deeper inside.
Their bodies moved in rhythm and dual pleasure until the sickly
sweet scent of life's essence assaulted his nostrils. He felt
wetness on his skin. Pulling himself from her, he backpedaled off
the bed, smashing into the dresser and destroying the swans he had
taken such care to preserve.

“Oh God! NO!”
He screamed when he saw Megan
lying on their martial bed, blood pouring from her wounded
body.
He shook his head to remove the
nightmare from his eyes but her lifeless eyes continued to stare
back at him, accusing him. Covering his face with his hand, he
tried to block out her dead eyes, just moments earlier, so full of
life, love, and trust in him. “How could I have been so stupid?” He
chastised himself. “I knew death was the only possible outcome of
our union; Megan's death and the death of my reborn soul as her
light is taken from me.”

Don't you mean taken by
you
.

Purred a devious voice from
somewhere in the recesses of his mind.

You're the monster you always feared
yourself to be. Look at what you've done, you coward.

“No!!” Dorian
screamed
at the voice in his mind. He
pulled his hands from his eyes, but kept them shut. He yanked and
pulled at his hair, hoping the pain would wake him from his
nightmare.

It's not a nightmare. Now look.

“I won't! I can't!” Dorian swore, keeping
his eyes shut tight.

Of course you can. Open
your eyes and look at what you've done.

“I've seen all I want. I
already have her blood on my skin, isn’t that enough?”
Dorian pleaded.

No. You must look. Embrace
you sin.

Dorian stood, gripping the dresser, shaking,
berated by the voice in his mind. The voice of the monster he had
tried so desperately not to become.

She lay there stunned by
Dorian's quick departure, her naked body shivering without the
warmth of his pressed against her. “Dorian!” Megan called out after
hearing a crash off to the right.

He didn't answer.

Not being able to see
anything in the dark of the room, she reached to her left and
turned on the bedside lamp. She saw him backed against the dresser,
hands covering his face, and mumbling to himself. Only a couple of
words he muttered were discernible; death and blood frightened her
to the core.

Glancing around the room, she searched for
what could have triggered his breakdown. Noting was out of sorts
about her surroundings besides the obvious, so she looked down at
herself and saw the likely culprit: A trickle of blood on her inner
thigh. She scolded herself for not realizing she might bleed during
their lovemaking and not warning him. Leaping from the bed, she
dragged the blood spotted bedspread with her, wadded it up, and
threw it in the bathroom. She hastily wiped the blood from her
thigh and walked to him.

By the time she stood in front of him, his
eyes were shut tight, but no longer covered by his hands; they were
gripping the dresser with white knuckles. “Dorian,” she whispered
sweetly.

No response.

“Dorian,” she spoke again, raising her voice
a few decibels.

Still, he ignored her.

Reaching out her hand, she thought about
touching his heaving chest to calm him. He looked to be dangerously
on edge though, so she refrained, fearful the contact would
frighten him. She resorted to only speaking to him calmly and
sweetly, hoping to break through. “Dorian, where are you? Please
come back to me. Everything is okay. I'm okay.” She continued
pleading without any success as he continued to mumble, appearing
to be arguing with himself. Seeing she was getting nowhere with her
gentle approach, she changed course dramatically and slapped him
across the face.

His eyes burst open on
impact. She stood in front of him, naked, rubbing her hand. He
grabbed her by the arms, sure she was a trick of the voice inside
his mind. She felt real enough. Glancing briefly at the bed, now
empty and spotless, he looked back to his bride. “Megan? You're
okay, but...I thought,” he stammered, unable to say what he feared
most.

She pulled her arms free from his grasp and
placed both hands on his heaving chest. “Calm down. Everything is
okay.”

“But I smelled your blood. I felt it on my
skin.”

She looked down at his
groin and saw the blood. Looking back up at him, she placed her
hand under his chin to stop him from looking down. “You did, and
I'm sorry. I should have warned you of that
probability.”

“Probability?” He shook his head, and then
attempted to cover his face in shame.

She stopped him by taking his hands into
hers.

“I spilled your blood. I saw you lying on
the bed lifeless.”

“I don't know why you saw that, but it's not
true, as you can plainly see. I'm standing in front of you
absolutely alive.” She squeezed his hands to prove her assessment
and her solidarity.

“But,” he said as he bowed his head, eyes
once again shut tight.

“Dorian, please look at me,” she begged. He
obeyed reluctantly. The sadness long vanished from his brilliant
blues eyes hovered on the edges threatening to take root again.
“I'm fine. You didn't hurt me.” She released his hands and turned
completely around to show her lack of bodily harm. “See, one
hundred percent unharmed.”

“But,” he repeated, unable to rationalize
what had happened.

“No more buts, mister. You
have to let go of this fear that you're going to hurt me,” she
commanded. “It's causing you to overreact and apparently have
visions and arguments with lingering inner demons. Besides, I
thought I got rid of all those pesky little buggers.” she added as
she poked the middle of his forehead.

He had calmed now, his
chest no longer heaving. He thought about her words 'inner demons'
and the sinister voice goading him to accept what he had done. She
was almost right. She had eliminated most of the demons plaguing
his soul. The only one remaining, was the worst, the darkest and
the most deeply seeded – his fear of her harm, especially by his
own hands.

Even before he fell in love
with her, this fear haunted him. It's why he followed her, from a
safe distance, and why he fought his feelings for so long. Maybe
now he

had finally conquered it
with her help. He had felt blood on his skin; its enticing aroma
tempting him, yet he had resisted. He had won this last battle, and
maybe the war.

“I don't want this to be the last thing I
remember about our wedding night. Do you?” She asked hopefully. He
shook his head slightly.

Sensing his reluctance, she
stared into his eyes, invitingly as she caressed his toned chest,
trailing down his abdomen. “Let’s go back to bed,” she whispered
seductively when her hand reached its target. She coaxed his groin
to accept her invitation.

His body reacted promptly
to her touch. He pulled her up and against his body. She wrapped
her legs around his waist. He held her firmly, one hand in the
middle of her back, the other cupping her backside. He kissed her
passionately as he carried her to the bed. Laying her gently down,
he looked deep into her soothing green eyes. There, inside those
incredible orbits, resided not only an abundance of love, but
acceptance. She accepted him even though he was flawed. Speaking
straight to her soul, he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you.” She repeated under his intense
gaze. She saw only love reflected back in those memorizing blues.
The sadness from earlier had vanished completely and she silently
prayed it would stay gone forever. Should it return, she would
battle it to the death if need be, to save the one she loved from
its devastating clutches.

Upon hearing those words, he pressed his
lips against hers again, repeating a similar process as before,
this time, intent on following through to completion. Sliding an
arm around her waist, he lifted her lower half slightly, pressing
her into him. She parted her legs signaling her readiness. He slid
inside. Her velvet flesh was just as inviting as before, maybe more
so. She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing tightly as his
body moved faster. “Ooh,” she moaned. The friction of him moving
inside her sent sparks up her spine. Her hands found his back. She
dug her fingers into him as he as he continued his back and forth
motion.

He smiled inward, pleased with his first
performance. Pausing from his deep kisses at her neck, he whispered
in her ear, “You feel so good.”

“Uh, huh,” she sighed breathlessly, biting
her bottom lip as her body constricted.

Feeling her tighten around
him, he brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her, deeply,
passionately, until their bodies reached dual bliss.

They made love over and
over, their two bodies melting into one until sunlight crept under
the bedroom door.

Removing himself from her a final time, he
whispered, “Good morning,” as he brushed her hair from her
face.

She smiled. “Good
morning.”

“Not bad, huh?” He asked with a wry grin on
his face.

“Not bad at all,” she answered, snuggling
into his chest. “Hold me, Dorian, and never let me go.”

“Forever,” he promised, wrapping her in his
arms.

They drifted to sleep
holding one another, believing as long as they remained in a
loving, protective embrace, they could overcome whatever life threw
at them.

God peered down from
Heaven, taking in the two lovers. Their perfectly matched souls
resonated in unison as they slumbered, wrapped in each other arms.
He admired their union as greatly as any of His miracles. Smiling,
He spoke to the Heavens, “Indeed, it is very good.”

New International Version.
Bible Gateway. Web. 1 Dec. 2015.

King James Version. Bible Gateway. Web. 1
Dec. 2015

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