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No, you won’t I’ers upon her, and the sensations spearing her were violent, tumultuous With a sound soing up to find hisa new taste of her blood She wrapped her arms around his back as she scra hiround on either side of his hips She clawed at his T-shirt, finding bare skin and then ripping into hi a growl and his hand on the back of her skull, holding her steady

She fought hiet free, even as she continued to rake at his flesh She wanted pain and punishment; she wanted to be driven completely out of her s that she’d iined only in the darkest part of her soul, and when she was done, she wanted to be so humiliated by her own actions she’d never look at herself in aherself into so that had no reflection, no re when he put her on her back in the soft grass He held her down, held her body with his body, kept her ar her, he kissed her, soft, gentle She snapped at hiuish and pain Still he kissed her Forehead, teain, over and over, until she was shuddering, treht she’d never stop But she no longer fought him

He made it clear that he was in control of this boat, no matter how stor the way he wanted to go As he continued to linger on her e of her nose, her rage became such deep emotion, she was lost in it But not in darkness At least not that kind

She lifted her eyes, stared into his brown ones The proud face, the fall of hair over his forehead She’d seen glimpses of hisher the kittens’ care , but he’d followed his instinct, hadn’t he? Since the day she’d stepped off the plane, he’d tried to teach her how life was supposed to be, how it followed its natural course if the et the hell out of the way If she let herself accept the pain, the joy, everything life had to offer, she’d experience what Jere her way to that belief was the best way to remeht of it, but it was so far down the tunnel from where she was in her e to make that walk

You won’t do it alone Mal’s voice, his thoughts

I’m alone there I don’t kno to coht

Then I’ll come to you And you’ll take o, no matter how much you tear up my back or bite me, little Irish flower I’m used to cats that claw and bite

Reaching between the up to open his jeans She tre her again Keeping her warm and shelterednot lonely

Her body knew better than her what to do, for it et and willing for his entry He slid into her, inexorable, working his way through the tight tissues until he was seated all the way in, his testicles pressing against the crease of her buttocks Her body shuddered for an entirely different reason, and he saw it, his eyes darkening further

Since Jeremy’s death, he’d touched her body only This tioing to be denied He was there, lodged inside of her, connected Her fingers curled into his shoulders The gouges would heal, but she could feel the stickiness, where she’d scraped skin down to the blood that beat through him

"I’m lost," she whispered "And I’m afraid"

"Call me what you know I am, Elisa Don’t be afraid I’nificance of the request The leap of faith, the belief that she could trust That he, a vaht, until she found her way out of darkness again

I’ll be in the darkness with you I won’t leave you alone there

Her breath was shortening, for he withdrew, then slowly slid back in, working those tissues that responded to him so immediately Her body knew All of her did