Tell Me

Tell Me

By: Avalon Reese

Forced Confessions in the dark of night.

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He comes like dark whispers in the night as she lies quietly on the bed. She lies on her side, the blankets discarded, laying around her like a frame. She is vulnerable as she sleeps, blissfully unaware of the danger even when he is on the bed. He rolls her gently, and she moans, entering into the world of haziness as he pins her with strong hands to the bed. Her eyes are half open watching him, unaware of her surroundings, unaware of his intentions, in a world half dream and half reality, where she can't tell which is which.

He looms above her, staring down at her with hard eyes glinting in the darkness, like the glowing orbs of a predator stalking in the shadows. He has trapped her in a cage of his body, between his hands, under his chest, there is no escaping the heavy warmth that makes him up. He swoops down on her, until his lips are hovering against hers and gives a simple order.

Tell me.

She pauses, she mumbles some incoherent words, her head rolls to the side, his grip on her wrists becomes tighter. He repeats the order.

Tell me.

She shakes her head, words tumble out of her mouth in a sleepy, lazy fashion, but they don't make sense. He's becoming more impatient, he shifts his grip, his lips brush against hers, it's the lightest of touches and she barely feels it but it burns into their skin like a branding iron against their flesh.

I need to know.

She's silent, her dark eyelashes splayed upon her cheek. He waits, holds his breath, she breathes out half an answer, a part that he needs to hear, he waits for more. Nothing comes.

Come on, more.

She whines, she doesn't want to tell, she clasps her secret to her chest, holding it hostage in her throat, caging it behind her teeth. Her tongue has grown heavy with her deceptions and she is having difficulty remembering which masks she has already worn. He's tangled her in her own web and she's too sleepy to find her way out. He moves, quickly before she can stop him, before he can stop himself. His lips crush hers, his tongue asks for entrance and she allows it. He unglues her tongue, searching for the secret.

Tell me.

He whispers the words against her lips and she struggles not to answers him. He can feel her defensive walls crumbling beneath him as he continues to kiss her. She is distracted by his tongue, she says his name, she says she can't betray the trust of her friend, but he needs to know and so he continues. She has become a malleable piece of putty in his hands and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Please....

Tell me.

He is losing himself to her taste. She tastes like rum, and he's getting a buzz from her. She buzzes in his head, and stings his heart, and it's throbbing and swelling in his chest. He's half out of his mind, his grip on her hands have been forgotten as he holds his face between his hands. He's become gently uncontrollable and just when he thought he'd have no hope of finding the truth while he was sane she crumbles.

She offers up the full truths and he rewards her with more kisses, He's no longer interested in her secret, he only wants more from her, but he repeats his order, like a mantra meant to calm the nerves.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me.

Tell me.

He's almost begging her now, even though she is giving him everything he wants, almost like it wasn't enough, like he needed her to keep holding her secret so he could torture her with the burning emotions blazing through them. Her words flow free as his lips unsticks them from her throat, drawing them forth until she has nothing left to offer, he's tapped all the truth out of her. Her secret now weighs heavy in his chest, so heavy it's hard for him to breathe. He wonders how she held it so close to herself, how did the weight not crush her like it was crushing him.

He stops their kiss to stare at her, her chest rises evenly with each of her soft breaths that exhale softly against her moist lips. Her hair is fanned out against the pillow framing her face, cradling it in the tendrils like his hands had just moments ago. The blankets still frame her body, though now shaped to accommodate not just her anymore. She lies on her back, her hands up by her head where he had pinned them as if stuck in the moment when he first kissed her.

She is asleep again, and he decides it's time to leave, to leave her in her dream world, still unaware if it's vision or reality she is swimming in. Never to know that she told him what she had desperately tried to hide. Never to know that they succumbed to the temptation they had previously ignored.

Like dark whispers in the night he vanishes as silently as he came, in the echoes of their moments trapped in the room and in his mind.

_{Tell me.}