slipped away into a long, low groan. His body lunged within her, her kisses and her soft murmurings becoming an intoxicating drug, stealing all rational thought from him. And yet it wasn ’ t enough. He couldn ’ t get close enough.
The fear and uncertainty melted away with each thrust, each kiss. And the world around them was reduced to just the space of one bed, two people. One moment.
“Y ou feel so good, ” he whispered once more against her ear, his teeth grazing along the pulse point at the base of her throat. John ’ s hands clutched her thighs, shifting her further beneath his weight, allowing him to plunge deeper within her warmth.
Each thrust gave more pleasure and brought him closer to losing his fragile control. He could feel her body tightening and releasing around his. Watching her pleasure, the pressure within him spiraled out of control. A thousand different convulsions rocketed through his body. Anna ’ s broken whimper mingled with his groan of satisfaction. His hands framed her face. His mouth captured her cries of surrender into a kiss.
She said something so softly that he didn ’ t catch the words. He rolled over onto his back , taking her with him. Gathering her close, he waited for the world around them to stop spinning once more.
It wouldn ’ t matter how many times he made love to her , it would never be enough. A year was a long time to need someone this badly .
Chapter Eleven
There could be no stopping it now. No turning back. The deed was done. The note sent. Soon, the whole world would know their dirty secrets. A light had been shone into the darkness. The monster that lived within its recesses couldn’t survive the warmth of the light of truth . Once it was over, the world would see the terror she’d survived. They’d understand. They had to.
But would her family? Would God? She’d prayed. Her knees were as bloody as her body was bruised. She’d done everything she could for God’s forgiveness. It was now up to him.
She’d been strong. She’d outsmarted him. He’d thought her simple, but she’d gotten the better of him.
The knife shook in her hand as she raised it high above her head. She’d waited until he slept to play out the final scene. For a moment, as she considered the consequences, her courage stumbled, but only for the length in time it took to say a tiny prayer then plunge the knife home with deadly accuracy, the first of many times.
A bloody smile touched her lips. She’d won. God had answered her prayers after all. The monster had finally met his match.
* * * * *
Anna sat up in bed, gasping for air . She could feel the knife. Her fear. The pain. The terror the monster instilled in her.
“ Anna? Are you al l right? ” John ’ s strong arms tightened around her protectively .
Anna struggled to remember it was just a dream. She wasn ’ t her . “ Yes, I ’ m okay. ”
He didn ’ t believe her . “ Are you sure? You ’ re trembling. Come, l ie back down. It was only a dream. ”
She let him gather her close and she clung to him because he was warm and real. And not part of the dream. John was real, the dream was just part of Anna's …no , her troubled past.
When Anna awoke again sometime just before dawn, she was still wrapped in John ’ s arms. The dream still fresh and real even with the dawning of a new day. She’ d needed John ’ s strength. His body, his warmth , to make her feel human again.
Regrets were everywhere around her, making it impossible to remain in bed next to him.
Her body screamed to life along with all of her buried needs. F or the life of her , she wanted to wake John up and make love to him again. It was always this physical between them , which was all the more reason why she couldn ’ t stay in bed with him. What she and John shared had nothing to do with love . Love was n’t this combustible. Love was gentle. Like the kind of love you shared with Aaron? The truth mocked her.
Anna slid out of bed,
The fear and uncertainty melted away with each thrust, each kiss. And the world around them was reduced to just the space of one bed, two people. One moment.
“Y ou feel so good, ” he whispered once more against her ear, his teeth grazing along the pulse point at the base of her throat. John ’ s hands clutched her thighs, shifting her further beneath his weight, allowing him to plunge deeper within her warmth.
Each thrust gave more pleasure and brought him closer to losing his fragile control. He could feel her body tightening and releasing around his. Watching her pleasure, the pressure within him spiraled out of control. A thousand different convulsions rocketed through his body. Anna ’ s broken whimper mingled with his groan of satisfaction. His hands framed her face. His mouth captured her cries of surrender into a kiss.
She said something so softly that he didn ’ t catch the words. He rolled over onto his back , taking her with him. Gathering her close, he waited for the world around them to stop spinning once more.
It wouldn ’ t matter how many times he made love to her , it would never be enough. A year was a long time to need someone this badly .
Chapter Eleven
There could be no stopping it now. No turning back. The deed was done. The note sent. Soon, the whole world would know their dirty secrets. A light had been shone into the darkness. The monster that lived within its recesses couldn’t survive the warmth of the light of truth . Once it was over, the world would see the terror she’d survived. They’d understand. They had to.
But would her family? Would God? She’d prayed. Her knees were as bloody as her body was bruised. She’d done everything she could for God’s forgiveness. It was now up to him.
She’d been strong. She’d outsmarted him. He’d thought her simple, but she’d gotten the better of him.
The knife shook in her hand as she raised it high above her head. She’d waited until he slept to play out the final scene. For a moment, as she considered the consequences, her courage stumbled, but only for the length in time it took to say a tiny prayer then plunge the knife home with deadly accuracy, the first of many times.
A bloody smile touched her lips. She’d won. God had answered her prayers after all. The monster had finally met his match.
* * * * *
Anna sat up in bed, gasping for air . She could feel the knife. Her fear. The pain. The terror the monster instilled in her.
“ Anna? Are you al l right? ” John ’ s strong arms tightened around her protectively .
Anna struggled to remember it was just a dream. She wasn ’ t her . “ Yes, I ’ m okay. ”
He didn ’ t believe her . “ Are you sure? You ’ re trembling. Come, l ie back down. It was only a dream. ”
She let him gather her close and she clung to him because he was warm and real. And not part of the dream. John was real, the dream was just part of Anna's …no , her troubled past.
When Anna awoke again sometime just before dawn, she was still wrapped in John ’ s arms. The dream still fresh and real even with the dawning of a new day. She’ d needed John ’ s strength. His body, his warmth , to make her feel human again.
Regrets were everywhere around her, making it impossible to remain in bed next to him.
Her body screamed to life along with all of her buried needs. F or the life of her , she wanted to wake John up and make love to him again. It was always this physical between them , which was all the more reason why she couldn ’ t stay in bed with him. What she and John shared had nothing to do with love . Love was n’t this combustible. Love was gentle. Like the kind of love you shared with Aaron? The truth mocked her.
Anna slid out of bed,
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