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not that I have issue with you wanting me,” I explained. “I want you too.”
“Then what is it?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck.
“I am afraid of what happens to me after I let you have me,” I replied, totally engrossed in my current situation, forgetting my tradition and the guards that waited beyond the metal door.
“And what is that?” he asked.
“I have never been with a man, and the heart of a woman who is still pure will always fall in love with the one who plucks that purity from her flesh,” I said quietly as I looked toward the bare wall across the room.
He cupped his left palm to the back of my neck and rested the right on my cheek, tenderly sweeping his fingertips past my lips, and down my neck. He mapped out every feature, before his hand came to rest over my heart, which beat just as quickly as his.
“Why are you so afraid to fall in love?” he asked in a soft breath.
Shifting my gaze back to him, I said softly, “It’s not that I fear falling in love. What a wonderful thing love is…and isn’t that why God put us on this earth? To love? I love many things in this world, the sunset…the ocean. What I do fear, however, is falling so deeply in love with someone who does not return that love. To me, that is how one dies while still breathing. I do not think I could ever recover from that sort of pain.”
“Your words are profound, but have you thought about the scariest part?” he asked.
“And what is that?”
“The scariest part is that you’re never going to know if you’re letting the right person slip through your fingers because you’re too afraid to give them the chance to hurt you,” he said, caressing my face.
I smiled coyly, beguiled by his words. “Are you trying to make a case for yourself, Mr. Black?”
“I don’t need to make a case. I will have you. You will be mine. It’s really not my problem whether or not you fall in love with me after,” he said confidently, as he leaned in and slipped his tongue in between my lips.
I pulled my mouth away slightly. “Fall in love with you? Might you also be at risk of falling in love? Or am I alone, perched precariously at the edge of this cliff?”
“I will never fall in love. I’m not willing to,” he replied assertively as he pressed his mouth back onto mine.
Even as he denied me access to his heart, I was so enthralled by his overpowering confidence I promptly responded by unfastening his pants and letting his fullness out of its cage. He, in turn, lifted the front of my dress above my hip line, and slid his knee in between my thighs, dividing them to allow him access to my virgin core. The first pass felt so tight and took a little coaxing to get me to open up completely, but once I did, I yielded to his fullness, which thoroughly filled the lovely space at the joining of my thighs.
Continuing to plunge into my tightness, he guided my hips in a vigorous rhythm while gripping tightly on to the nape of my neck. I pretended to resist his ravishing advances for a moment or two, but eventually succumbed to his passion and quit struggling, closing my eyes to delight in his dominance. I cupped my breasts and thrust my hips forward, submitting to him…absorbing all he had to offer.
“You’re so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” He exhaled as he leaned in, slipping his tongue between my awaiting lips.
I couldn’t believe this man had charmed me into losing all of my established sensibilities without saying more than a few vacant words in a dank and dirty cell. A man, so transient in my life, made me feel like the submissive woman I secretly longed to be. The submissive woman I needed to be in order to fall in love willingly. Every man before him had been so meek in their ways; so frail in the way they asked for my hand. Their weaknesses made me feel as though I needed to be the strong, dominant figure, and what woman wanted that? But Elijah had no
“Then what is it?” he asked as he ran his fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck.
“I am afraid of what happens to me after I let you have me,” I replied, totally engrossed in my current situation, forgetting my tradition and the guards that waited beyond the metal door.
“And what is that?” he asked.
“I have never been with a man, and the heart of a woman who is still pure will always fall in love with the one who plucks that purity from her flesh,” I said quietly as I looked toward the bare wall across the room.
He cupped his left palm to the back of my neck and rested the right on my cheek, tenderly sweeping his fingertips past my lips, and down my neck. He mapped out every feature, before his hand came to rest over my heart, which beat just as quickly as his.
“Why are you so afraid to fall in love?” he asked in a soft breath.
Shifting my gaze back to him, I said softly, “It’s not that I fear falling in love. What a wonderful thing love is…and isn’t that why God put us on this earth? To love? I love many things in this world, the sunset…the ocean. What I do fear, however, is falling so deeply in love with someone who does not return that love. To me, that is how one dies while still breathing. I do not think I could ever recover from that sort of pain.”
“Your words are profound, but have you thought about the scariest part?” he asked.
“And what is that?”
“The scariest part is that you’re never going to know if you’re letting the right person slip through your fingers because you’re too afraid to give them the chance to hurt you,” he said, caressing my face.
I smiled coyly, beguiled by his words. “Are you trying to make a case for yourself, Mr. Black?”
“I don’t need to make a case. I will have you. You will be mine. It’s really not my problem whether or not you fall in love with me after,” he said confidently, as he leaned in and slipped his tongue in between my lips.
I pulled my mouth away slightly. “Fall in love with you? Might you also be at risk of falling in love? Or am I alone, perched precariously at the edge of this cliff?”
“I will never fall in love. I’m not willing to,” he replied assertively as he pressed his mouth back onto mine.
Even as he denied me access to his heart, I was so enthralled by his overpowering confidence I promptly responded by unfastening his pants and letting his fullness out of its cage. He, in turn, lifted the front of my dress above my hip line, and slid his knee in between my thighs, dividing them to allow him access to my virgin core. The first pass felt so tight and took a little coaxing to get me to open up completely, but once I did, I yielded to his fullness, which thoroughly filled the lovely space at the joining of my thighs.
Continuing to plunge into my tightness, he guided my hips in a vigorous rhythm while gripping tightly on to the nape of my neck. I pretended to resist his ravishing advances for a moment or two, but eventually succumbed to his passion and quit struggling, closing my eyes to delight in his dominance. I cupped my breasts and thrust my hips forward, submitting to him…absorbing all he had to offer.
“You’re so beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” He exhaled as he leaned in, slipping his tongue between my awaiting lips.
I couldn’t believe this man had charmed me into losing all of my established sensibilities without saying more than a few vacant words in a dank and dirty cell. A man, so transient in my life, made me feel like the submissive woman I secretly longed to be. The submissive woman I needed to be in order to fall in love willingly. Every man before him had been so meek in their ways; so frail in the way they asked for my hand. Their weaknesses made me feel as though I needed to be the strong, dominant figure, and what woman wanted that? But Elijah had no
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