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continued to pump into me and then added another finger while
his tongue flicked over my clit, manipulating me faster and faster.
Cries left my throat that I d never heard myself utter before. He
was driving me into a frenzy, coaxing me higher and higher until it
seemed my very nerves were ablaze. My skin burned from the
passion he instilled in me. White light appeared behind my eyes. It
grew brighter and brighter increasing with the ecstasy he imparted
to me.
He drove his fingers deeper into me until he had three fingers
inside of my pussy. Keaton stroked my clit with fierceness as he
redoubled his efforts. I tried to focus on my breathing to slow down
the rising tide that would sweep me away, but it was nearly
impossible not to give in.
 P-please, I pleaded.
He didn t relent, and he didn t materialize. Everything in me
ached from holding on so much. No man had ever driven me crazy
the way that he was. I writhed on the bed. Sweat had broken out on
my skin. So close to ecstasy all that was needed to send me over the
edge was a small push. And Keaton gave me that little thrust when
he nibbled on my clit once more and then trailed his tongue along
my moist slit replacing his fingers with his tongue. Once he did, I
came.
Keaton didn t stop delving into my pussy. Instead, he kept on
torturing me until only strangled gasps left my throat. It wasn t
until a second wave of bliss picked me up and carried me away
that he relented.
I collapsed back into the pillows and tried to catch my breath.
My heart jackhammered into my ribcage. I wondered why it wasn t
protruding through my chest. Keaton s cool presence glided over
me and felt good against my flushed skin. He freed my wrists and
rubbed them where the belt had been tied. He settled next to me
and fanned his fingers across my chest. He was solid, flesh and
bone with an evil grin on his lips.
 Did you enjoy that? he asked.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. He kissed my cheek
and snuggled next to me. His fingers snaked lower, but I grabbed
his hand before he could start manipulating me again.
 I can t.
 But I want to pleasure you.
 I know, but you have to give me a little while to recuperate,
get some water, and I wanted to talk to you.
He sighed but claimed my lips in a kiss.  Okay. I heard the
exacerbation in his tone.
I grasped the bedpost to help me stand and then made my way
back into the bathroom. After cleaning myself and drinking a few
mouthfuls of water, I told myself I had the courage to do this.
The images of Mark s death stole my breath and pulled the
happiness from my heart the way it had done in the past. I sank to
my knees. The encompassing loss drove a forlorn wail from my
throat. The world felt as if it was pressing around me, and the walls
I d built were starting to crumble. I gripped the sink. Keaton
rushed in.
 What is it?
Concern filled his gaze and pinched his forehead. There was no
way to face him. I launched myself in his arms and buried my head
against his shoulder. He pulled me close and rubbed my back.
 Was it something I did? What just happened?
 No. That was wonderful. I hugged him tighter. He picked me
up and carried me back into the bedroom. Keaton laid me down
gently on the covers.
 I ll be right back.
When he left the room, emptiness swallowed my soul again. I
drew my knees up to my chest and began to shiver. Keaton
returned with a box of tissues and glass of water, which he set on
the nightstand. He dabbed at my cheeks with the tissue. His soft
touch helped to keep me anchored in the present.
 Tell me what haunts you. If I could read it in your mind, it
would make it easier for me to understand.
Sniffling, I chuckled and hiccupped.  You wouldn t want to see
what s in my mind. It s a poisonous place where everything that
lives there is toxic.
He brushed the hair from my face.  I don t believe that. If it
were so, then it would ve manifested in you. You are perfect.
A small laugh tumbled over my lips.  I m not perfect. Far from
it. See. I let the robe drop from my shoulders. There was a large
scar there that marred my back. A reminder of what had
transpired. His fingers traced the jagged skin that slashed across
my spine and came to rest on my left buttock. It was sheer luck not
to have been permanently damaged from it.
 How did you get this?
 Five years ago, I dated a man named Mark Cooper. We went
out for two years. We were happy. Then things went to shit. I
started working late. I thought things were good, but he accused
me of having an affair with my boss. He was jealous of other guys,
but he wasn t controlling or abusive or anything. My boss was
going through a lot of personal problems, and the company was
restructuring so I was helping him out. If it all worked out I
would ve gotten a really great promotion.
 Anyway, one night I got home past ten. Mark had mentioned
that he wanted to do dinner, but I had completely forgotten about
it. When I arrived, I saw the candles and how they had burned
down. The plates of cold food. I felt bad. I walked into the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]