River once read a brilliant book by Jim Butcher back in the days. It was called Changes, the twelfth book of the series called The Dresden Flies.

She revisited a particular famous section that had her thinking about it for days: The man once wrote: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger. Tolkien had that one mostly right. I stepped forward, let the door bang closed, and snarled, "Fuck subtle."

Fuck subtle.

Two words that mainly constitutes in Yisrael's institution. Fuck subtle.

As she looked upon the brawny length of this man, she realized how much courage and boundless audaciousness belonged in him.

Yet she got up just as he made a step towards her. "Now wait a minute-"

"I think I'm done waiting for you." The shuffles of steps evoked her back hitting the opposite cavern rocky wall.

"What does that mean?" She tried to slow down the beating her heart was taking but it was no use.

His black eyes roamed everywhere. Everywhere.

Taking a free tendril that slipped out of her bun, he wounds it around and around his thick long finger.

In an effortless manner, he untwined it leaving it to curl, dangling on her face.

The finger slips down her cheekbone, dribbles down her lips, following the line of her throat over her collarbones and stopping right at the center of her heart.

He circles the area over her wet tank. "It means I'm only listening to this-" and his finger continues it's course down the middle of her rib cage over her stomach, touching pass the navel and he slides inside her shorts reaching past her panties and with no warning, he drives into her wet deep heat.

"-and this."

She gasps, her hand coming up to clutch his biceps, helplessly.

His mouth came down but she grabbed his jaw with her other hand from moving into her any further.

Gallantly, he added the next finger, stretching her and his jaw stayed where she placed him. She knew he could push it, push the line and meet her lips but he hadn't.

Something about that spoke volumes to her.

"You just kissed another woman. Don't think I'm letting you get away with that."

With his other hand, he plucked her short's button opened and with rough slide, both panties and shorts were down caging her ankles.

"What must I do?" His convincing leer supported with the way he pulled her legs up and wrapped it around his hip.

There was nothing he could do. The kiss, the marriage will soon take place. She wouldn't stay back anymore. They would go onto their different paths that fate lead them to.

As it tore her to say these words, the spirit inside her roared with anguish. "We part ways."

"Okay."

His expert fingers skimmed into her, rubbing the nubbin at the crux of her core. She arched her back, hips undulating.

Okay? How is he accepting this? Does he not want her anymore?

"Then may I ask for a boon?" His breath wafted over her, the life sucking out.

Remembering what she just said and clearly understanding the dynamics of this man, she held his hand to stop his lecherous dabbling with her snatch, leaving his jaw. "Ye-no I-"

She couldn't continue when he slanted his delicious mouth on to her lips just before he rasped. "Don't deny me, River."

He whispered those words like careless moths flying to close to the yellow bulb.

How could she respond to him? When his wonderful tongue swept over hers, coaxing into her mouth. It was almost like he was the expert and she was his protege.

Her legs tightened around him using him like a leverage.

One hand touching her wet folds while the other slide up to knead her breast through her tank. Her fullness made him squeeze her harder and she shook in revelry.

Black dots of blinked in front of her eyes making her head spin.

What was she doing? No! She can't do this. She must remain dignified. What of her respect?

"Stop it! I'm not kissing you when you kissed her!"

"Understandable." He still continued to touch her in the primal frisson of desire. He wasn't even denying her nor was he letting her go.

He fingered her as she rocked her hips to him. His eyes blankly staring at her, eating all her expressions.

"I- I know what you are doing, Yisrael."

"What am I doing, my River?" My River...snap out of it!

"You are purposely trying to get me to have sex with you to make me forget what you did."

"I think a more better version of that would be me seducing you so effectively and effortlessly that you can do nothing but comply."

He straddled her onto his lap, as he settled down on the ledge behind. Removing her top despite her protests, his mouth dropped down low to suckle her tightened peak.

Her head fell back, as she gave a hoarse cry when she felt him nip her. She held onto him, feeling those bulky bare biceps, she felt the missing armlets.

"You don't have your gold bands."

He responded as he suckled her other nipple. "I realized I don't need them."

"Wh-why?"

He pulled away, his hands caressing her throat, her pearls.

"Because each beat of your heart is of mine own. Each breath, each atom possessed in your body is of mine own. You are my own. I don't need bands to remind me."

Every sentence he departed, the closer they got. The particles decreasing as he was just a mere finger-breath away from her lips.

Her breath hitched.

Those ravioli cirrus of his hair falling over his forehead, his eyes gone unholy black. She couldn't pull away. She couldn't look away.

"It's your soul that I want and make it my own. Your spirit to join my own. When will you come to me on your free will, River?"

Her eyes burned, the storm in her heart didn't settle. Prickling, a tiny minuscule tear fell from the corner of her eye.

He watched with a snake-like-concentration at that tiny transparent dacrocyte of salt water emotion dribble down the curve of her face, resting at the jaw, waiting to drop.

They held their breaths, as if waiting for that tear to drop.

Drip.

The man before her grew bigger, his teeth elongating, his eyes dead with all emotions raging in madness.

He turned into his beast, the nightmares of his heart clashed with her dreams. They became united.

Her hands meshed into his hair, the tie holding his bun fell off and she tugged him to meet her for a frenzied kiss.

His tongue chasing hers, their lips moulded and his teeth pricked her lower lip. Her fire like blood sank onto his tastebud and with a deep groan, he pressed her hard to him.

His chest crushing against the swells of her breasts. Their sweat mingling, her heat soaking his pants.

"Is it so bad that I want to keep you?" His voice boomed in her ears. The waterfall stronger in the background as if echoing his passion.

Her gurgled cry made her nails pull onto his hair, sending jolts of pain. He welcomed them. Wanted them. Needed them.

She slithered between their wet bodies and untied his pants, freeing his thick swollen cock.

"Is it so bad to need you?" His animalistic growl deepened against her bloody lips as she swirled her thumb over his engorged crown.

"Is it so bad to ask so much?"

She thrashed her head as she widened her knees and began to take in the head, her pussy clamping as she felt his hugeness.

"Is it so bad I want to take everything?"

Too much... My poor heart.

"What of time? What of the days you grow out of love for me?" She whimpered back as he threw dizzy kisses down her neck, worshipping her skin after skin till his mouth closed over a stiff nipple.

"Then what of truth?"

He bucked his hips, wrenching her down his hot shaft and she cried out, "Truth?"

"The truth between us. This is my soul that addresses to yours."

Another choked wail, she gripped his shoulders as he slide her up and back down. How could she respond to such words? Never in her life had seen been exposed to such display of naked affection.

She rode him, hard and fast. Each glide of their skinned flesh drizzling with liquid of their salty lubricant. His fingers biting into the soft skin of her hips.

"Your heart tugs at mine. You exhale. I inhale. Time has nothing on us. We only have ourselves."

"Sto- Yisrael, I cant breathe."

It was getting out of control. They were falling into another dimension. Nothing had sense and it just jets and jets of overflowed feelings lined with power that even the mortal flesh can't foresee.

Her lungs were closing in. The walls were crowding. She felt only him. His largeness, his flesh against hers, the way her nipples dragged up and down his hardened chest.

He locked his grip on her nape, making her stare right at him as he drove his shaft deeper into her.

"Take my breath then."

He parted his mouth, breathing it over her face. Tongue licking the seams of her lips. He reached down between them, rubbing his thumb over her clitoris.

"You make me want to kill."

She shuddered as the pressure of dark pleasure began to ripple from her. It climbed higher, higher. Reaching for the sky, the space, the stars, and finally, the universe absorbing in the eyes of Yisrael.

"You make me...want to live." His pants grew heavier with his words.

She convulsed around him, his own exultation spilling into her as they writhed like torrents of rapture.

She milked him, wringing our each seed, her sheath spasming in climatic shivers. His head thrown back as he roared, plunging in deeper in last wake of his spent. Savoring this intensity.

He tumbles down onto the floor and draws her near to him, his shaft still inside her throbbing. He reached between her legs, cupping her possessively as he drags her closer, throwing his leg overs.

River's lids dropped, feeling everything drowning her. About to drift off, she hears the last hush of the man she had fallen for.

"You make me want to die for you."