Slight of Hand by The Norrington

Obey Me

She shivered beneath his gaze, hip deep in cold water.  Bloody tendrils of water seeped around her naked body, blooming like flowers from the gashes on her hips, and lower legs.  Her skin was pale in the moonlight and goosebumps rose on her flesh when his growl rolled around her, setting the hair on the back of her neck on end.  

"Look at me," his voice was deadly whisper that made her knees knock together.  

When she did not comply, his words turned harsh;  "Look at me!"  

Frightened, she looked up just in time to see him rip the clothes from his own body, not caring about the furrows he dug into his own skin.  Bare before her, he slipped into the frigid water.  It did nothing to cool his wrath.  Eyes swimming crimson, he pulled her close, making her yelp.  His fangs found the skin of her neck, and he pulled her roughly against his erection.

"You could have died."

"I know."  

"Why didn't you listen to me?" he demanded, his hands running a familiar path, even though he was enraged beyond belief at her.  

"I...the children..!"  

She never had a chance to finish her words; because he kept her mouth busy the rest of the night. 

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A/N:  The prompt is Enraged, and it is for the GMDDN.