Soul lovers

first chapter of my first story, i haven't looked at it since i wrote it so excuse any grammar mistakes.

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She wasn’t all that special in her eyes, she wasn’t thin like a model and she was stronger than a girl is expected to be. She was average height with black hair to her shoulders with a blue streak in front of her face that she often tucked behind her ear. She had no unique style, she was a plain Jane, not flashy, not hip, not sporty just plain and comfy. She didn’t dance, sing or play video games, she was talentless except for the fact that she clean just about any mess. But she wasn’t willing to be a maid and instead worked as a secretary of a club. Tonight there had been very little to do so she simply stood in the corner watching others dance and drink casually, she wished she could to what they were doing but by the time she wanted to she felt awkward in her own peanut butter skin. She wasn’t very social and she really couldn’t dance plus she hated drinking and therefore this type of behavior was just not for her. She had not sex appeal anyway, always being referred to as the cute little sister or sometimes the butch adolescent teen and she was twenty. With a sigh she realized that being there in the over crowded club was more depressing than relaxing so she headed to leave.

As she headed to the back to gather her stuff green eyes fell on her form and locked. They followed her as she moved and the owner of the eyes gave a wicked smirk. When she emerged from the room with her jacket and sports bag, because she didn’t carry a purse, the individual began to make his way towards her. She left the club and waved goodbye to the bouncer who only smiled at her in return. She looked up into the nigh sky and sighed then continued to walk home. She never realized she was being followed. He was too quiet and too careful; never following her directly in case she happened to look bag and see him.

She arrived to her apartment and revealed her keys. She thanked some deity for the umpteenth time, she was glad she lived on the first floor. There were no steps to climb and she got the best water supply. Once her door was opened someone grabbed her waist from behind and lifted her off the ground and began to laugh. She thought it was someone she knew and laughed along with them but when she was set down she stared into green eyes-but none of her friends had green eyes. She blinked and yelped.

“Who the hell are you?!” she snapped pushing him from her.

He had a very masculine face, a square jaw and a long narrow head, his hair was a light brown and he wore it in a half pony tail, it was the only type of pony tail he could do since the lower half of his hair was shaved off. He was a lot taller than she was and he was very lean.

He laughed,” Surprised you huh? I should punish you for not recognizing your soul mate.”

She, Juanita, only gaped at him. “You’ve got the wrong person.” She insisted. “My name is Juanita and I am most certainly NOT who you are looking for.” He approached her a carefree smile still on his face and she was preparing to fight. “Come any closer and I’ll attack.”

He chuckled,” You’ve never been able to fight me, you’re obedient.”

Obedient? She word pissed her off. Was she a dog? Was she some servent-no and he wasn’t about to make her change her ways. He saw that she was staring at him seriously and his face fell.

“Hey,” he took a step towards her. “It’s me Gabriel.”

She placed her hands square on his chest and pushed him hard. He stumbled back and she threw a punch. She managed to actually hit him in his face and this time he really fell. Her confident grew and she lifted her leg to kick his side but he swiped her single foot off the ground. She fell with a loud thump and she was shocked dizzy. He climbed over her body his knees bent on either side of her and her arm locked under his knees.

“Pretty strong there Juanita” he emphasized her name. “ You’ve never been so strong before…have you needed to gain such strength in this lifetime?” he asked.

She was panicking, she wasn’t free and his words only confused her. She felt like she couldn’t breath and she hated such a submissive position. “Against people like you hells yes.” She wrapped her legs around his neck from behind and used all her strength to bring him to the ground. She wiggled free but he was faster than she was and he was angrier. He grabbed her by the t-shirt and easily lifted her off the ground. He spun her around and kneed the back of her legs trying to make her kneel. She was stubborn and stayed in a squatting position but he forced her to her knees and grabbed both her wrists and held them behind her back. She struggled against him and he only pushed her into the wall trapping her between him and her own home.

“I’ve never had to use such method with you,” he admitted his mouth on her hair. “I don’t really like it to much I prefer you to be submissive.”

She breathed harder at that word submissive and she wiggled. “I’m anything but submissive, I have no desire to submit anything to anyone!” she was rewarded by him freeing one of her hands. She immediately tried to elbow him but he was prepared and forced her hand back behind her back. Only one of his hands was still free.

Damnit, she thought he’s got such a strong grip that one hand can restrain both of mine. She was afraid of where the other hand of his was, but she found out when he moved her hair from her neck and gave her a kiss. Rape?! She yelled mentally.

“Don’t struggle it wont be as pleasurable.” He replied.

Simply because he said not to, she struggled more but she quickly went limp having used all her energy. He bit at her neck and she sat there un-phased, feeling no pleasure or pain. His free hand went up her shirt without warning and she only grew angrier. He gripped her bra and pulled at it one good time and it broke from her body painfully. He cupped a breast.

“Y’know I am insensitive so I can even feel you touching me.” She replied. “You’re just wasting your effort.”

He said nothing and felt that her nipples weren’t even hard. He vowed to return to them but only ventured down instead and suddenly she realized she was only speeding up the process. She panicked more when his hands undid her jeans and she began to struggle again. Her hips bucked to get away from his hands but she could only push herself against his front side, she really was trapped and calling for help in this apartment was no use because everyone was doing something illegal and wouldn’t call the cops and no one was going to help her themselves.

“A lot of hair in this life,” he replied and he made his way to her warmest area. She gasped as he wasted no time in slipping a finger between her folds. She squirmed more but it only made her feel pleasure as she brushed her bundle of nerves over his finger, she froze.

“That’s right be submissive,” he cooed in her ear.

No matter what she did it was wrong, if she squirmed she was only brining herself pleasure and if she stayed still she was giving him pleasure. She began to squirm again and she cursed at her body when she felt herself grow slightly wet. He moaned satisfied with her reaction and she yelped when he slipped his finger inside. She squirmed violently and moved at a wrong angle making him go into her further, gaining sudden strength she released her hands and fell to the side freeing herself.

When she looked at him, expecting him to be right before her she saw he was in a sort of trance. She wasn’t going to waste this opportunity and stood on her feet and began to run past him but he roared. It like an actual animal’s roar, and it was enough to make her freeze. She looked at him and he was standing.

Don’t turn into those girls in the movies who act stupidly and RUN! She told herself but it took to long to remember how to move and he grabbed her forearm and squeeze. She felt pain and she tried to pry his hands off of her but she couldn’t. Realizing she was so much weaker than him made her want to cry.

“I’m sorry,” he suddenly apologized. “I wasn’t your first-you are no virgin.”
She thought he’d leave her alone now, maybe he wanted some pure girl and if she showed she wasn’t pure he’d go away. “No I’m not a virgin, I’m twenty years old I’d be so deprived if I were a virgin.”

“Who was he? When did you-“

“I was twelve and he was a friend of mine. Now do you see I’m not who you think I am.” He replied. “I’m not innocent and I’m disobedient so…”she trailed.

“We are soul mates, this is your original form. You’ve always come back in a different body but this was your first body.” He wasn’t even looking at her.

She yanked at her arm hoping his grip would loosen but it didn’t and he pulled her into his chest instead. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back then kissed her on the lips. She was thinking about biting him but if angered he’d be even stronger so she only turned her head away and like a dog he followed her lips but only managed to kiss her cheek.

“I’m sorry but I really don’t know you,” she replied feeling helpless as this point.

“I’m not convinced…I will make you remember and if you try to hide from me I will punish you.” He assured.

“You’ll have t find me to punish me first,” she replied unable to resist being stubborn.

He yanked her head to expose her neck and he bit like a vampire would. She yelped and placed her only free hand on his neck and attempted to choke him. Her grip was weak and his neck was too large for her. He squeezed her arm bringing her pain and she instead punched him in the neck. He let her go and brought his hands to his own throat and simply cleared it before looking back at her.

“How violent,” he smirked. “I’ll have to break you.”

She suddenly saw something familiar on his belt and he followed her gaze. He smiled and picked it up,” I’m a cop.”

Her face must have been interesting because he laughed aloud. “Fuck!” she cursed.
She was truly trapped now; he probably had the whole department wrapped around his finger. “Ladies don’t use such language,” he informed. “I’ll have to teach you manners.”

“But I’m not the one,” she insisted her hands over her heart and her brown eyes pleading him. “Fine, aren’t I supposed to have some special marks or something?”

“I am simply sure it’s you,” he replied. “I’ve been successful in sensing these things for many generations I am sure.”

She gave a simple wicked chuckle,” she’s going to pop up and she’s going to be so disappointed in you, picking the wrong girl.”

“We’re living together now…try and run and I will have a warrant for your arrest.” He replied.

She put her hands on her head,” I’m not being submissive I am just being smart in letting you stay.” She explained more to herself than to him. “I’m going to bed ALONE.”

“Sorry I have to disagree,” he followed her to her room, a small area overpowered by the massive size of her bed.

She looked at him,” Can you leave while I change?” she asked, she hated asking.
“Here are your choices, dress yourself or I’ll dress you,” he smiled.

“Some choice,” she replied and turned from him as she undid her pants nervously and slid them off. She felt his stare and blushed, she took off her shirt and took off what remained of her bra. She reached for a towel but his hand was over hers. She jumped, she didn’t even hear him.

“Beautiful,” he whispered and grabbed her shoulders and leaning her into him.
She moved from his touch and he grabbed her arm again and turned her to him and looked down at her. She covered herself with her free hand and he saw how she looked away in a sort of daze.

“Do you not believe mw when I say beautiful?” he asked.

“Don’t try to be gentle with me,” was all she said.

He pushed her on the bed,” That doesn’t answer the question,” he replied as he leaned over her. “Trust me when I say your beautiful.”

She covered her face with her hands and balled up embarrassed of her situation and her lack of control. “Shut up!” she demanded.

He grabbed her knees at her chest and urged them down but she was fighting to keep them where they were and he sighed. “You really are a handful.”

“Thanks,” she laughed. “I don’t intend to be easy.”

“Like when you were 12?” he replied suddenly angry.

He forced her legs straight and she sat up,” I fully intend to fight you.” She declared.

He looked up and she tried to bring her knee up but he caught it, she punched him on top of his head and kept hitting with all her might and he let her because they weren’t too painful for him. They hurt but it was like stubbing his toe, it only hurt for a little bit. He leaned over her again and she went crazy hitting him in his chest and arms and kicking, her legs were the strongest but there wasn’t enough room for her to gain an real strength.

“I hate you!” she replied when she realized she wasn’t having much of an impact. She tried to scoot away but he only grabbed her leg and pulled her back to him. This was a useless game but she wasn’t going to give up, she sent on like this for a whole five minutes before she simply couldn’t muster up the strength to even crawl.

“Finally,” he sighed and then chuckled. “You’re so weak yet you still cover your bare breasts.”

He moved her hands to her sides and he began to kiss her belly. She closed her eyes thinking that it was all a dream. He lay next to her and looked at her face. She was glaring at the ceiling and breathing really hard still exhausted. He drew images on her skin under her breasts. It was so gentle that she felt small shivers on her skin and she felt her nipples harden. She was afraid of feeling pleasure especially from him, a stranger who claimed they were meant to be. With that single constant motion she managed to fall into a light sleep. He stood up and knelt before her, he grabbed the sides of her cotton panties and slid them off of her. He was staring at her glory now, she was covered in thick curls and he had to wonder if she preferred it this way because he didn’t. He began to massage her legs, they were muscular and meaty. He oh so slowly made his way to her center and in her sleep she shifted.

“I don’t mean to do this to you in your sleep but it’s just less trouble,” he admitted apologetically.

He spread her legs and was hit by her musky scent of arousal, he pressed a finger to her folds and just barely entered while he slid his finger up and down. She moaned slightly in her sleep and he opened her lips and stared at her nub, he dipped his head down and covered it with his mouth. Her legs shook and she jerked. He wondered for a moment if he should go slow or be quick. She began to close her legs and he figured he’s do it quick. With a dart of his tongue he attacked her and she woke with a start, her back arching her body jerking her mind racing.

What’s happening? She though but she felt a pressure between her legs and saw his head. Her body shivered and she put her hands on his head and wanted to push him away but her body had other plans. They ended up just clenching onto him and she made desperate noises. He continued his assault and she went crazy unsure of whether to clench the sheets, sit up or lay down, and open or close her legs.

“S..st..plea…” her words were broken,” Stop!” she begged.

But it took such strength to form such a small word that her body was losing strength to resist release. She was bucking wildly and she began to push herself away from him fearful of the moment drawing near but he gripped her hips and kept her still and her walls began to clench in rhythm to her body’s jerking motions. The rhythm became faster and faster with every passing second and one last clench of her walls lingered and suddenly released. She cried out and went limp above him her hands still on his head. He lapped at her juices and with each lap of his tongue he pressed her nub and she was still releasing herself, she jerked to her own releasing rhythm and when he was satisfied he looked up at her and his eyes widened.

She was crying silently her tears flowing freely and he gathered himself and stood ignoring his sore joints from kneeling and he embraced her and expected her to struggle but she only continued to cry.

“I don’t understand,” she replied. “Why did I feel so…so so…I’m embarrassed.” She replied.

Oddly he was relieved, he didn’t know what he expected her to say but it wasn’t that. “Shhh…there’s plenty where that came from. I don’t want to do it to you while you sleep though.” He replied. “You’re very tired and emotional so sleep.”

“You didn’t even kiss me,” she rambled not really even wanting to be kissed but just noticing that he never kissed her.

He knew she probably meant nothing by the comment but he urged her hands from her face and didn’t bother whipping her tears away and kissed her. This time she was eager to kiss back and grabbed onto his shirt trying to bring him closer. She was still caught up in the sensation of lust. He broke the kiss.

“While I enjoy this I know you won’t once you remember this in the morning so just sleep.”
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End of the first chapter