Winter Swan

Breathing heavily, Silje grabbed Kail's dark hair and pulled him toward her hard. His expression changed at her angry move. He grinned slowly and started to thrust harder and faster, and Silje had to clench her teeth so she wouldn't scream.

Kail whispered, "This is the third time I am taking you… yet I feel hungrier for you than ever. I'm sure you are tired but thinking of all the nights I couldn't sleep because of you… I think you can handle one night of fatigue. I can't wait any longer for you."

Kail refused to go easy on her. Grabbing her long slim legs, he plunged into her and continued, "…I'm sorry but I can't be gentle with you, so don't expect any kindness from me. You and I… We are going to end up in hell."

His voice was so sweet as he whispered, "All we have left are destruction and death."

"I refuse to accept death from you. Don't you get me yet?"

At her sharp words, Kail grinned.

"Then do your worst. Let's see what you can do. Entertain me."

When he backed away, Silje became furious.

Was he testing her again?

Was he mocking her? Did he think she couldn't do it? That she was helpless?

Did he expect her to forgive him and fall into his arms?

Silje replied angrily, "Fine, but you won't like what I can do to you."

With that, Silje got on top of him. It felt like she was standing on top of a cliff and Kail looked up at her mockingly.

With a mix of love and resentment, Silje grabbed his hair hard. Kail's body was hot and wet with sweat. She mounted him as she guided him into her slick heat slowly.

"…!"

The sharp and explosive feeling of him burned her and Silje gasped. Her body felt weak, but she couldn't surrender now. She glowered down at him angrily and started to move her body.

Kail looked up silently and without moving. He looked at peace and he seemed only happy to let her lead.

Lying on his back, Kail looked beautiful like a statue, which made Silje feel even angrier. She moved slowly, taking all of him into her body. It was the most outrageous thing she had ever done in her life, and she moved without hesitation.

She knew it would feel intense, but it was more than she expected. He filled her tight body and Silje felt like she would burst.

"Haaaa…Ahhh!"

Silje panted and tried her best to endure it, but it was difficult. She tried to continue, but when she couldn't, Kail finally opened his mouth.

"If this is too hard for you, I can take over."

"Don't! Listen carefully, Kail, I won't be controlled by you anymore."

Silje interrupted him coldly and forced her body to move down, making Kail's eyes waver.

His hair down and fully naked, Kail became breathless as he said to her, "Are you happy now? Well, I guess the night is coming to an end, but I will be the one who decides when. And I will make sure to satisfy you so you might come back to me."

Kail held her hands. When she tried to pull away, he interlocked their fingers together. There was no escape for her.

"Let me go…!"

Kail continued to stare at her coldly and suddenly, he lifted her up. Slowly but firmly, he sat her down again over him.

"Ahh! Let me go! Ahhh!"

She was so wet that he slipped into her.

"Let go of me! Kail… Ah…"

Kail forced her to move on top of him and in a frightening tone, he said to her, "It's too late for you now, Silje. Let's go together."

He sounded like he was finally at peace. It seemed like he made a decision.

Kail refused to take his eyes off from her and continued to hold her hands tightly.

"Let's go to Valhalla together. I will take you there with me."

"You've lost your mind, Kail. Ahh… Ahhhhaaa… I will never go with you."

Her body spasmed into an orgasm and Kail laughed.

"But Silje, it's too late for you. You will never be able to escape me. You did five years ago, but not now…. You are my woman, Silje, both in life and in death."

The ship was sinking into the deep dark Viking sea and Kail was taking her down with him. He looked into her eyes as he thrust into her one last time, emptying himself inside of her.

As if hit by lightning, Silje lost consciousness.

***

Click, click.

It was like a dejà vu as Silje walked in with her high heels with white roses. She stopped to look around the quiet luxurious place.

Hotel Roxette.

It was a deluxe hotel with a medieval gothic feel. This was the place Kail spent most of his time during his stay in New York, and their next meeting was to take place here.

The last night they spent together almost made her give up, but Silje knew she had to be stronger. If she surrendered, Kail would take over her life in New York.

This was their third meeting and after she finished her schedule today, she found him in Hotel Roxette. Silje pretended to be calm, but inside, she felt uncertain.

It wasn't love or sympathy, but she still felt uncomfortable. It was her who made Kail come to New York. She tried to not care, but she couldn't help it. Every time she met him, Silje tried to remain cold, but in truth, her heart was heavy.

She sighed deeply and glared at the hotel hallway. She didn't want this, but she had no choice.

Another day of war with Kail.

It wasn't over between them. He wasn't done with her yet. She walked up to his room and stared at the door. Kail was behind it, waiting for her.

Hotel Roxette Room 1307.

She didn't even have to check the number because she could hear the classical music coming from this room.

It was Berlioz, which was familiar to Silje.

'He still must have the same taste in music. He used to like Wagner before…'

Berlioz was a good choice for today. It was a grand piece of music and it suited the medieval look of this hotel.

Quietly without knocking, she opened the door. When Kail saw her barge in, his eyes narrowed.

"Oh, finally."

A mocking voice.

She could hear a very subtle accent when he spoke English. He was smoking leisurely and at his confident attitude, Silje frowned.

He had been waiting for her.

He had been playing his violin while waiting.

"…"

She couldn't believe it. Kail was sitting on his chair, playing music for her.

Paganini's Devil's Trill.

Her face slowly crumpled in anger, but she had to admit, it was very much like him.