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The water of the lake helped to intensify the exchange of passion between them. Jacob moved slowly, each tiny movement moving him by the tiniest increment closer to his pinnacle of pleasure. But he never slipped back at all. The pleasure built up inside him. He basked in the glorious kaleidoscope of sensations that he was trapped within. The most beautiful woman he had ever met had proven to be even more attractive, and her attractiveness was eclipsed by the sexy and loving nature that she shared with him.

He couldn't bring himself to rush anything he did. Even as she shifted her grip and position, he remained moving just enough to keep the magic rising between them. He watched her face, and eyes. He wanted to see how she felt. He wanted to look deep into the soul of the woman who made such an impact on him. He wanted nothing more than to watch her as she exalted once more in the highest plane of bliss.

He felt the tension in his body as he stopped the overwhelming urge to move as fast as possible and rush to the glory that was within sight. He continued to move at the same sedate pace, drawing out the intense pleasure that Elena was giving him. He felt himself starting to shudder as he closed on the point that the body needed to allow him to release the pent up sensations and share that bliss with Elena. It took more self discipline than he thought he had to maintain his course of action to the very end.

His eyes locked on hers as he finally hit his peak. A long expelling of breath carried the faintest of moans as he almost buckled under the release. The water helped him to remain upright as all he was capable of doing was breathing and watching Elena. His times with her prior to that moment were amongst the best he ever had, but right there in the lake surpassed those. He felt at one with the entire universe. The gateway was opened through Elena, and he felt a changed man to his very core of his soul.

He held her as he passed his gift to her in thanks for what she shared with him. He knew there and then that there would be no other for him in his life, and he was afraid that would hold true for Elena too. That thought created a flood of tears born in his joy of what he experienced. They washed out the pain he felt quickly, leaving behind a happiness that felt so natural and pure.

"I could stay like this forever, my love, but hypothermia is no fun, not even a second time around. How about we go and lie down to dry off, then have some lunch." He started to develop a rather boyish, cheeky grin. "I must admit, that there is the fact that while you're lying down, I can get to look on you while you're naked."
 
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Elena clung onto Jacob as another wall of emotions slammed into her. She felt him deep inside her, releasing his climax into her welcoming sex, feeling the heat of what they were sharing. Her mouth was pressed to his shoulder and it was only afterwards she realised her teeth had been pressing into his skin as she fought to keep from crying.

Every moment, every coupling, with Jacob seemed more intense, more wonderful, than the last and she honestly didn’t think she could cope with what might still lay ahead for them before the time came to go their separate ways.

Her sex milked his shaft while the world almost deafened her with its peace. It was so very different from the raging feelings battling inside her. Desire for him, fear that she might never meet another who could touch her as he had, love for him, hate for the way they had met and for the way time was slipping away like sand through her fingers.

"I could stay like this forever, my love, but hypothermia is no fun, not even a second time around. How about we go and lie down to dry off, then have some lunch. I must admit, that there is the fact that while you're lying down, I can get to look on you while your naked."
Elena had to laugh at his words and the, frankly, adorable expression on his face. She unhooked her heels from around his waist and slid down into the water to stand before him. Looking up lovingly into his face, her hands resting on his chest.

“I think drying off and eating are a brilliant idea. After all, we have to dry off to be able to get wet again…” There was no attempt at hiding the innuendo in her words as she took his hand and started to lead him back to the shore. The water lowering until her swaying hips and buttocks came into view then lower still to reveal inch after inch of her legs.
She handed him a towel and quickly rubbed herself dry with another, then moving to help him dry his back when his injury began to hinder him. Soon they were sat on the picnic blanket, facing the lake, the sun warming their naked bodies and sandwiches easing the hunger that had started gnawing at their stomachs. Every so often she would steal a glance at Jacob, offering him a bottle of water.

“I know it’s a little on the simple side but I hope this food is ok for you,” She asked, sipping at her own water and swallowing the last mouthful of her sandwich before wrapping the other half up and putting it back inside her bag for later. Pulling out two apples and offering one to him. “And I have painkillers too so do tell me if your arm starts to get too much…” She smiled shyly before adding. “And do tell me to shut up if I start sounding like a mother hen or something else equally over protective! After all you’re a big boy, I’m sure you can look after yourself I just…I just like looking after you…and want to make the most of it before…” She faltered over her words before finishing quietly. “Well, while I still can.”
 
Jacob smiled at the response to her declaration. He immediately thought of a few different ways of getting wet, all of them immensely appealing. Elena took the lead, both figuratively and literally, in getting them back to the food. Jacob wanted to laugh at the thought of being led like a little school boy by a teacher. The effect was ruined by the amazingly naked body revealed by the water, and the clear memories of all the things that he and Elena had shared together.

Toweling off turned into a bigger challenge than he first thought. He forgot about the layout of muscles within the body, plus the sympathetic effects of nerves under pressure from tense muscles. The combined effect was that his arm ended up hurting more than he thought it would by supposedly unrelated actions. Before he could ask, Elena was drying the parts of him he couldn't deal with.

He never imagined that he would ever be lying near a lake, naked, with a woman he loved dearly, who was similarly naked. He managed to get comfortable, eating one of the sandwiches Elena had prepared. At that moment, it was food. It held no other quality beyond the capacity to make him no longer hungry. His thoughts were on what else he could do with her while they were there. Thoughts of dessert sprang to mind. Tart, crumpet and other terms floated through his head while he imagined tasting the various morsels so innocently displayed before him.

He openly admired Elena's natural attractiveness as she quietly ate. There was no sign of consciousness to her nakedness. She was at ease with it as if she were attired in her vest and jeans. He remembered her mentioning that she was not one for being naked before he arrived, yet she was now. Could he have had such an impact on her that she felt so at ease naked?

“I know it’s a little on the simple side but I hope this food is ok for you.”

"Of course it's OK, Elena. It may be simple, but the location and company raise it up to being something rather unique." He took the offered apple, placing it in front of him while he completed eating his sandwich.

“And do tell me to shut up if I start sounding like a mother hen or something else equally over protective! After all you’re a big boy, I’m sure you can look after yourself I just…I just like looking after you…and want to make the most of it before… Well, while I still can.”

Jacob arched an eyebrow as he looked Elena over. "I'm sure that I can shut you up if I need to. I have no problems with you looking after me. You have done an excellent job so far. I am more than happy to place myself into your tender care if there is ever a need... want or desire."

Jacob finished eating the last piece of his sandwich, and rather awkwardly got onto his feet. He took a step over towards Elena, and squatted down near her. He lowered himself to one knee, as he used his good arm to guide Elena onto her back. Before she had a chance to settle, he lowered his head to her neck, giving her what he hoped was a pleasant bite around the same area he bit her the first time. He drew it out, keeping the pressure just right as he left the trapped flesh escape his teeth.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he whispered into her neck. Without pausing, he shifted his oral attention to the closest breast. His lips closed around the nipple, sucking on it firmly. The smell of her clean skin was amazing. He could taste her warmth, as well as feeling the tip of her magnificent breast. He sighed and moaned as the tip popped out of his mouth, before he captured it again within his mouth. The moans continued as he enticed a positive physical reaction from Elena. He took time out to lavish soft kisses and little nips on the rest of her breast before returning to the darkened, prominent pinnacle. All the while, his eyes remained closed as he savoured the tastes, aromas and he feel of her most generous example of her feminine nature.
 
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Elena watched Jacob come closer, feeling the increasingly familiar sensation of excitement that their skin might touch, that their lips might meet, rush through her veins. She began to lay back as he silently indicated was his wish and then gasped as his mouth and in particular, his teeth, latched onto her neck. Her back arched and her fingers grasped his arms, hips flexing against the blanket and the sand beneath it, twitching towards him as her gasp transformed into a throaty moan. Her teeth bit down onto her lower lip and her eyes fluttered closed.

That one simple action once again drove her body with such speed to such a high level of anticipation that it took her breath away. She squirmed slightly as he maintained his mouth’s hold and a sense of something that felt very much like impatience coursed through her. As wonderful as it felt to feel him kiss her, nip her, like that and as dramatic as its effect was, she wanted more.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it,"
“You’ll never need to apologise for doing things like that…” came her whispered response before the ability to talk once again slipped away as she felt his lips shift their focus down to her breast. Elena’s fingers flew into his hair, tightening and pulling ever so slightly as the sensitive, and rapidly hardening, peak of her breast was drawn deeper between his lips. A whimper as she heard and felt the nipple escape his mouth then another sigh as it was returned to the warmth it had been enjoying.

“Oh Jacob…” Elena knew she would soon be lost to the simple but delicious sensations Jacob was lavishing upon her. Her back arched, pushing her breasts higher, offering her nipples to him. Her hips and rear were constantly moving against the blanket beneath them, she found herself alternating between pressing her thighs tightly together and opening them, silently inviting Jacob to move closer.

Her nipples throbbed against his tongue, each pass, each nip of his teeth drew fresh sounds of pleasure from her own mouth and each sound of enjoyment that she heard leaving his lips increased her own. It felt as if there were some kind of powerful and instant connection between her breasts and sex. The effect of every pull, every suckling motion his mouth made upon her nipples was echoed deep in her core.

She pulled his head down closer towards her body, not wanting the contact between them to ever end. The wet sounds rising up from her chest heightening what was already so very intense.

For the briefest of moments Elena wondered with regret why she had never allowed herself to experience anything like this before. It all felt so perfect to be so close with someone in such simple but beautiful surroundings. But, her mind quickly told her, it would never have been as wonderful as this. The biggest and most important part of what she was experiencing was who she was experiencing it with. She couldn’t imagine having done any of what they had shared with anyone she had known prior to meeting him and now, her mind added, she doubted she would be able to do any of it with anyone else once he had gone. It would feel, she knew, like little more than a poor imitation, an insult to what she and Jacob had found amongst the trees with one another.

This would be the first and last time and as such she intended to make the very most of every moment. Her hands tightened in his hair and lifted his head from her chest. Her body shivered, desperate to feel the return of his mouth. She looked up into his eyes, her face flushed and breathing shallow.
“I love you, Jacob…so, so much more than I can begin to tell you…and I need you so much it hurts…” Elena whispered before pulling his head down to hers and pressing her lips against his. Her tongue stroking, probing, tasting.

A hunger rapidly beginning to consume her. She wanted him, needed him, like she had done no other. She pushed up with her elbows, pushing herself up towards him. Trying to roll them over so that she could slide onto him as she had done in the cottage but his weight, strength and position meant all she could do was press her hips wantonly against his, her intention unquestionable.
“Please…please…” She whimpered, almost begging, in between kisses.
 
Jacob had been dimly aware of Elena's hand in his hair, but it came to the forefront of his attention when she used it to separate him from her lovely breast. A moan of despair escaped his lips before it was cut off by her kiss. Almost lost in the kiss, he finally heard the words she spoke before the joining of their mouths.

“I love you, Jacob…so, so much more than I can begin to tell you…and I need you so much it hurts…”

Jacob felt his lips touch every square millimetre of hers as he felt her tongue seeking and exploring his mouth. He moaned again, this time with joy as he felt himself be lifted by her desire made manifest. He pressed back, joining in as the passion within him rose to the same heights as Elena. He found the simple act of love and devotion to be profound. Nothing else mattered in those moments where they kissed. Nothing else could show him how much he meant to her as her kiss did.

He felt her pressing herself against him. Her rapidly warming body, conformed to his, mixing a new series of sensations and feelings into the ones generated by the most glorious of kisses he had ever felt. The widened spread of her breasts against his skin was a beautiful contrast to the almost pinpoint hardness of her nipples. The firmness of her belly gave way to a downy softness that bordered a near volcanic heat that was repeatedly brought dangerously close to this skin.

“Please…please…”

It took him some time to stop kissing Elena enough to allow him to think. But as the thought formed, his smile grew to almost blinding proportions. Jacob gave her one last kiss, before bringing his face to rest in front of Elena's. Anytime she tried to catch his lips with hers, or any other part of him, he moved away just enough to stop her attempts, and returned to his original position. All the while, the hand belonging to his injured arm was slowly moved into position to give Elena her last request.

Carefully, and gently, he caressed the hidden treasure between her legs. Fingertips floated through a light forest of soft hair only to skirt the outermost boundaries of the cleft that housed the greatest of prizes. Everywhere outside that initial barrier was treated with care and respect by the pads of his digits, guided merely by the responses of his touch. Jacobs eyes were firmly fixed on Elena's. He watched her intently, almost drowning in her gaze as he delighted in her expressions.

Soon, his fingertips found the courage to advance into the grand valley, encountering soft, silky ripples of warm, damp skin. The now feather light touches ran the length of the folds, following every little rise, dip, bend and contour. His arm was starting to get sore, but he ignored the pain as a small price to pay for the joy he was about to give, and in turn receive.

The middle finger found the gap, and slid easily into the Valley of Venus. It swept up until it found the small nub hiding under the top of the folds. Soft circular motions circumnavigated the first of the hidden treasures found. Alternated motions were used until the finger came to rest upon the pearl itself. Jacob increased the pressure slightly, before moving the finger to the true destination.

With ease, his finger slipped within Elena's most private of places, and found with equal ease the small patch of rough flesh hidden within. He pressed against the spot, holding the pressure for a few seconds, then releasing it. He gently rubbed the hidden prize, before pressuring it again. He continued the pattern as he watched Elena's face.

"How does that feel, my love?" Jacob cooed softly. "Does this please you?" He was confident he knew the answer, but he had to ask as part of what he was doing. The pain in his arm and shoulder was increasing, but he fought against it so he could give Elena another little memory to take away with her from their special place.
 
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Elena whined as Jacob kept moving just out of reach. Scowling playfully she strained to catch his lips with hers, to grind her hips up against his body.

“Not fair,” She pouted teasingly before trying once more to kiss him. Another whine as her lips failed to capture his. She had to smile though, in spite of her mild frustrations. It all felt so right with Jacob, she’d never wanted anyone like she wanted him then. In the past she might have rolled her eyes at women who’d talked of endless romps with their significant others but now she understood. She understood the need, the hunger that came with loving someone the way she loved Jacob.

Her whines rapidly morphed into whimpers as she felt his hand against her most intimate of places. Her head rolling back, drying auburn hair trailing down towards the sand, teeth catching on her lower lip as gentle fingertips grazed the outside of her sex. Elena forced herself to lift her head, eyes seeking out Jacob’s and fixing her gaze upon them when they did. Her eyebrows, the fluttering of her eyelids, all conveying to him what her mouth was currently incapable of doing.

Eyes widening as his finger pushed between her lips and swiftly found the aching bud that nestled between them. Her hips rocking gently as his fingertip trailed around and around, making a long low sigh leave her other lips. Then as it slipped lower and pressed inside her Elena’s sighs grew markedly louder. Turning into something halfway between a yelp of surprise and a gasp of delight as it probed that special, sensitive spot within her body. Every muscle tensing, mouth opening wider in a silent exclamation as he began to expertly manipulate that sensitive patch of flesh inside her.

She could feel her cheeks growing warmer, her sex growing slicker around his slowly shifting finger. Muscles clenching greedily and a tingle rapidly building and swelling in her core.

"How does that feel, my love? Does this please you?"
“It…it feels, it feels so wonderful, I…never…I’ve never felt anything qu-quite like this…” She managed to stammer throatily in answer to his question. Her hips movements growing a little less smooth, a little less controlled. “It…it does more than please me…”

She wanted to go on, to tell him he made her feel things she’d never even dreamt of, things she’d never be able to explain, but she couldn’t. In truth the depth and intensity of the feelings he was creating were almost proving too much for her to handle. She felt torn between laughing and crying. Her sex desperate to feel more of him, the slow, steady pushing and pulling of his finger was doing so much already but her body wanted more. Needed more. Whether she would be able to cope with it when it came, she couldn’t say.
She pushed herself upwards with what remained of her fading strength and control to press her lips to his. The kiss was needy but not the same need as before. It was a need to show him how much she loved him, not just how much she wanted him.

“I love that you call me yours…I’ll always be yours…no matter where you go…oh god, I love you…” She whispered as she pulled away until their eyes met once more.
 
Jacob warmed was he felt Elena react more positively to his actions. The heat that blazed around his fingers felt like it was going to actually burn him if it grew any hotter. The increasing wetness of her most intimate of places reassured him that he had made the correct choice for what to do for her.

“It…it feels, it feels so wonderful, I…never…I’ve never felt anything qu-quite like this… It…it does more than please me…”

"Good," he whispered back. The way her hips changed in how they moved started to hurt his arm more than he could handle and maintain the amorous air they had achieved. But Elena lunged for his lips, the press of her lips against his washing away enough of the pain he felt. He felt that she desired him, more than a means to ease the tension he built up in her. When her lips peeled away from his, he was left with the urge to cry tears of joy. Here was a woman that made him feel like he was a worthwhile individual. She desired him in the broadest manner. She awoke a passion in him that he thought was forever tainted by his crimes, one that he could share without fear.

“I love that you call me yours…I’ll always be yours…no matter where you go…oh god, I love you…”

Jacob blushed a deep scarlet as he slowly removed his hand from her sex. With the gentlest of touches, Jacob guided her up onto her hands and knees. He paused to look at how she was in the new pose. He liked how her body responded to gravity, showing her off spectacularly. He let his left hand caress her body softly as he got himself up onto his knees and maneuvered himself behind her. Both hands cupped her buttocks before sliding down onto her thighs then back to her hips. Jacob shuffled forward so he was close enough to join her again. Without any aid, he managed to find the opening to her deeper pleasure.

Jacob slowly penetrated Elena. Each fraction of an inch that disappeared into her was painstakingly slow and thorough. Jacob delighted in the feel of her entrance gripping him as it slid past. The warm grip of her body being pushed aside as he went deeper within her. Finally, the warm feel of her buttocks pressing against his groin when he finally got as far as he could go. He enjoyed the moment of their initially coupling, before he started to fuck her. The movements were slow and gentle, working his entire length in and out of Elena. As he did, memories of another woman came to mind, one so close in appearance to Elena that it scared him. The thought it was Elena that he abused. Those thoughts made him start to silently cry. He continued his loving of Elena, focusing on what he was doing for her right there and then, not thinking of another woman in his past. Tears continued to roll down his cheeks as his passion for the woman he was with started to take over.

His grip of her hips tightened slightly as his pace lost its tempo. The thrusts were more irregular in their timing and strength. All he wanted was for Elena to cry out in pleasure. Once... twice... many times before he added his own verbal declaration. The lakeside echoed to the sounds of joyous sex as Jacob's body started to slam into Elena's. Without knowing he was doing it, Jacob changed positions relative to Elena to see if he could make it better for her. His grunts, mumbled and slurred words carried the joy he felt at giving her something that she treasured. He lost himself in the sounds of Elena's enjoyment too, continuing to move with her and bring her to the pinnacle of passion over and over again.

His meagre self control finally gave way to pure instinct as he plain fucked Elena so he could cum himself. He was almost detached from the scene of him rapidly thrusting into Elena's body, watching the rivulets of sweat run down his torso. His heart hammered trying to keep up with the demands of his body. The desperate final rush to his own little piece of oblivion. Finally his body erupted, gushing a warm flood within Elena. He shuddered under the forces released as everything vanished for the moment. Tension that he didn't know was there was swept away, leaving him limp and drained. He dropped back onto his heels, barely keeping himself steady with his hold on Elena's hips. With all the control he could muster, he lowered himself onto his right side, curling up into a ball.

Then he cried.
 
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Elena moved smoothly into the position Jacob apparently wanted her in. Looking out over the still waters of the lake she felt him move behind her. Smiling shyly as his hands stroked over her rear and the backs of her legs. Sighing as she felt him nudge inside her, arching her back and pushing her hips and bottom higher. It felt so amazing whenever he was inside her but in this position she could appreciate the length, the size of him. Elena could feel her sex clinging to him, having to stretch to accommodate him as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper.

As Jacob began to withdraw and then slowly plunge back inside her welcoming sex Elena felt herself rapidly losing herself in the delicious feelings he created. The warmth of the sun, the calm waters of the lake, the gritty feeling of sand between her curling fingers, Jacob’s hands on her hips, all of it coming together to make the perfect moment between them. She couldn’t help thinking that she’d once thought this spot in the woods couldn’t get any more perfect, it seemed there was one big improvement that could be made. And he was there with her now.

Elena cried out softly as his rhythm increased in speed. His thrusts a little deeper, a little more powerful. Her back arched further, trying to allow him, to invite him, to go deeper still. New sensations, as yet unexplored, rising up inside her. Her head rose up, sending auburn waves spilling across her back, shining in the sunlight. Her hands were now fists full of sand. Her head down towards the ground, her rear high in the air. They’d made love in this position in the cottage but this was different. There was need here, a passion here, that she hadn’t yet felt before. The way Jacob was holding her hips, the power in his thrusts, it was so much more…intense than anything they had previous shared.

In truth, Elena found it exciting and soon her cries of pleasure were echoing over the water. She hadn’t experienced a need like it. Being wanted so much by someone was new to her, to be taken, for that’s how it felt, with such need was a totally alien experience but one she was revelling in. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, her cries and groaned sounds of delight, the sounds of Jacob’s laboured breathing. Her body felt alive in ways she couldn’t explain.

Then it changed again and Elena had no doubt that this wasn’t love making, this was hard, plain, fucking. Raw and powerful and she was helpless not to drown in the pleasure it caused within her. Her body shook with Jacob’s thrusts, cries sounding more like grunts as he pounded into her again and again. She could feel her breasts swaying beneath her, her sex clutching greedily as he almost pummelled it. As Jacob’s cry and a flood of heat inside her signalled his own climax, Elena cried out once more. Pushing up with her arms, head back, almost like a wolf howling at the moon. Almost screaming his name as a powerful orgasm shook her whole body.

For a little while everything seemed too quiet, after all the sounds of their coupling. Elena remained on all fours, catching her breath, eyes trying to focus on the water before her, shimmering in the sunlight. It was then she realised Jacob had withdrawn and his hands were no longer on her hips. She half turned, a smile on her lips, a half formed compliment on her lips when she froze upon seeing him.

Laying away from her and crying.

She scrambled across to his side on shaking legs, gathering him up against her chest. Arms around him, rocking him as her mind flooded with worry. Kissing his sweat beaded brow, sushing his tears.

“Oh Jacob…Jacob what’s wrong?” Her voice was slightly desperate. She thought he had gotten over the love he must have lost in the past. Had she somehow upset him? Had her enthusiasm for what they had shared disappointed him? Elena bit her lip against crying herself, her heart aching to see him so distressed. “Is it your arm?” She suggested hopefully. Praying it was something as simple and as easily remedied as an injury. “I shouldn’t have encouraged you to do what you did, you must have hurt yourself…”

Elena hugged him tighter, resting her chin on his head as she begged him softly.

“Jacob, my love, please tell me what’s wrong? You’re worrying me so much to see you like this. Whatever it is, we can deal with it, together…Jacob none of it matters to me, whatever you did or didn’t do before you came here, before we met…whoever you were with, what they meant to you, it’s all irrelevant…what matters to me is how you’ve made me feel. How I’ve made you feel. Oh please, darling Jacob, tell me what’s upset you…?”
 
Powerful emotions erupted from deep within Jacob as he loved Elena, and with those emotions came even deeper and darker emotions and memories that had yet to be cleansed. He was unprepared for what bubbled to the surface.


Jacob walked into the her room. He only wore boxers which proudly proclaimed how he was feeling. The auburn haired woman lifted herself off the mattress, pushing her tangled hair away from her bruised and puffy face. Varying shades of blue, black and green dominated her facial skin. What he saw of her body was a marred thing of beauty. Dried blood, raw scrapes, closing wounds and other bruising. Jacob looked beyond those imperfections, seeing her as she was when he first laid eyes on her.

"Jacob, please use me. Let me give you pleasure." Her voice cracked and croaked from a lack of water, but she spoke with confidence and intent. Jacob stopped, and looked at her. His gaze was hard, as he suppressed the more severe of his tremors.

"Don't lie to me, Bitch!"

"I'm not lying, Jacob." She flinched a little at the loudness of his voice, but there was no fear in her reply. "I want you to enjoy me, however you like. Please, use me."

Jacob didn't believe her, but he was there to use her again, so it didn't matter if she wanted it or not. He pulled his boxers off, and walked over to her as she got up onto her knees. He noticed how her eyes gazed at his cock as it waved about as he closed on her. His hands reached for her head. Her mouth was already opened to receive as well as being almost lined up properly. He roughly fucked her face. He slammed his cock into her throat, pausing long enough to let her get her breath from time to time so she didn't pass out. But he soon lost interest in her throat, and continued with just her mouth. She was moaning in pleasure, sucking and pressuring him as she pleased him. Jacob was getting higher faster than he ever had before with her. As he always had, he shoved himself into her throat just before he came. Whether she had enough air in her lungs or not was no concern of his when he was coming. She would take it, awake or unconscious.

"Thank you, Jacob," she said between gulping breaths. "I love it when you face fuck me."

"That so?" He grabbed her hair, and yanked her to her feet. She squealed, then gave Jacob a lusty look. He threw her to the wall, spinning her to face it. She came to rest against the wall, arcing her back and presenting her ass to him. She spread her legs enough to allow him the choice of either hole. She whimpered in anticipation.

Jacob grabbed both of her hips, and rammed himself into a ready pussy. He was surprised enough that he stopped instead of continuing the hard fucking he had planned. He took a hand full of her hair, pulling her head back so she could look at him.

"Maybe you weren't lying after all." She only smiled and chuckled softly as he let go. Her voice echoed through the room with sounds of pleasure at what Jacob was doing to her. The force of each of the thrusts rocked her body violently. But both of them were making sounds of pleasure. Soon, she screamed her first orgasm, with Jacob relentlessly plowing on. Again and again she cried out as she peaked with increasing frequency. Jacob was getting annoyed at the lack of a similar response from his body. Her legs started to buckle, which had Jacob slipping out a few times and broke his rhythm. He threw her to the mattress, pulling her hips in the air and continued to fuck her viciously. She continued to be rocked by orgasms that were causing her pain, going by how she screaming changed. He kept going, the continued friction starting to hurt him until he finally came within her.

He pulled his slick, almost greasy cock from her, seeing the redness that was from the friction. He looked over at the whimpering woman who laid curled up on the mattress, breathing deeply into the mattress. He staggered around behind her, dropping to his knees behind her head. He stroked the back of her sweat tangled locks, occasionally brushing her cheek. She made small, happy noises, mingled with soft calls of his name. He reached to take her chin, tilting her head to receive a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at him as she started to smile.

Jacob violently wrenched her neck, filling the room with a loud crack. He let her still smiling face drop to the mattress. He stood and calmly walked from the room, pausing to take one final look at his girlfriend. He felt the blood drop from his face as he stared at the death mask of Elena.


"NOOOO! ELENA!" He scrambled away from the person holding him back as he scrambled toward the fading phantasm from his tortured past. "Elena?! ELENA?!? Dear God no," he howled in pain. Through the haze of his pain and grief, he became aware that he was somewhere else, not in the building where that had happened. He slowed his breathing, frantically looking around to confirm he was wrong in his recollection. Seeing Elena's expression of worry and fright, he raced as fast as possible to wrap his arms around her.

"My love, I-I am so sorry." He held her as tears rolled down his cheeks over how much he scared her. It was the second time something like that occurred, and that made Jacob nervous. He was concerned for Elena's safety more than anything else.

"I... remembered something from my past that hurt me. It-it is something I need to talk to you about, but it would be best to talk about it in the morning. Being all bright eyed and bushy tailed from a good night's sleep."

He let go of her enough to allow him to see her face, and hopefully calm her down from the fright he had surely given her. His body was still awash with adrenaline, making his actions jerky and hard to restrain when he over compensated. She was alive, healthy and chock full of concern for him. Seeing her like that burned away from of the anxiety with in him, and he slumped slightly before her.

"I don't want to spoil this time at this place any more than I have. Let's get dressed and head back to the cottage. We can sit in front of the fire, drink some tea and just relax together. I need to spend some quiet time, with you, to help me sort out the mess that is in my head. Please, Elena, could you do that for me?"

Jacob managed to dress himself without too much pain. Once he dressed, he helped Elena pack up their picnic and waited for her to finish getting ready. Without even thinking about it, his good hand took hers, holding it firmly at first, then reducing his grip until it was a more tender one. Jacob didn't speak on the way back, but he glanced at Elena and smiled to her, remembering all that they had shared, and how well she had made him feel.

But as they walked back to the cottage, Elena's cell phone came to life, alerting her to the receipt of a SMS.

<< High Level Alert! Escaped prisoner in area. Extremely dangerous multiple murderer and rapist. Name: Jacob Evans. Age: 34. Height: 6'2". Build: Lithe. Distinguishing marks: Black/Blue Scorpio tattoo on lower abdomen. Do not approach, or allow entry. Contact Police ASAP if found.>>
 
"NOOOO! ELENA!...Elena?! ELENA?!? Dear God no,"
Elena watched in horror as Jacob recoiled from her, scrambling away across the sand. She longed to go to him, to hold him but there was something in his eyes. A terror of his own that held her back. It was almost as if he wasn’t there with her, not truly.

“Jacob…?” She asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper, once he seemed to start to calm down. As his panicked gaze settled on her the speed with which he moved to her side was almost as alarming as his departure from it had been. His embrace bordered on the suffocating but she returned it as best she could.

"My love, I-I am so sorry. I... remembered something from my past that hurt me. It-it is something I need to talk to you about, but it would be best to talk about it in the morning. Being all bright eyed and bushy tailed from a good night's sleep."

“If that’s what you want…” Elena replied after a moment spent catching her breath. “We can talk about anything you want, whenever you want.” She assured him.

"I don't want to spoil this time at this place any more than I have. Let's get dressed and head back to the cottage. We can sit in front of the fire, drink some tea and just relax together. I need to spend some quiet time, with you, to help me sort out the mess that is in my head. Please, Elena, could you do that for me?"

“Of course, Jacob, of course I can…” She stroked her palm around the side of his face. “Let’s go, snuggling with you by the fire sounds just wonderful right now.”

Soon enough they were both redressed and heading back along the path. Elena tried not to wince as he took of her hand with a grip that was more than a little strong, soon enough though it weakened and Elena squeezed his hand every now and then along the way.

The sun had passed its zenith and the already warm air was growing increasingly clammy around them. Clouds were starting to gather in the distance and Elena was fairly sure there would be a storm before the morning came.

They didn’t talk on the way back. Every time their eyes met they smiled and, every so often, leant across to steal a kiss. As they reached the clearing that surrounded the cottage a strange noise broke the silence. Elena frowned and looked around before realising the alien sound had been that of her phone. She’d almost forgotten that she’d shoved it into one of the side pockets of the backpack. Slipping the pack from her shoulders, Elena retrieved the phone and unlocked it. Opening the message with a quizzical expression.

<< High Level Alert! Escaped…>>

Elena closed the message and started to slip the phone back into her pocket. She’d signed up for the news alert system that the local village had set up the year before. It had been put in place to warn of flash floods in the valley or of any other local emergencies that might close down access roads and so on. No doubt there were escaped sheep or cows somewhere causing chaos out on the country lanes. Nothing for her to worry about.

“It was nothing,” She explained to Jacob. “Why don’t you head inside and check on the state of the fire and I’ll grab some extra wood.” As he disappeared through the door and into the cottage, Elena spun happily on her heel and headed for the wood pile.

She was about to finish pushing the phone into her pocket when her conscience stirred. She should read the message. After all, if it was a weather warning it would be good to know. Jacob needed someone to look at his arm before too much longer passed and their supplies wouldn’t last indefinitely. Sighing she unlocked the keypad once more and found her way back into her inbox and the last message received.

<< High Level Alert! Escaped prisoner in area. Extremely dangerous multiple murderer and rapist. Name: Jacob Evans. Age: 34. Height: 6'2". Build: Lithe. Distinguishing marks: Black/Blue Scorpio tattoo on lower abdomen. Do not approach, or allow entry. Contact Police ASAP if found.>>

She began reading without any real interest but as her eyes reached the end of the message the phone’s screen faded. The failing battery finally dying. She stood, frozen, eyes fixed on the now darkened square on the front of the phone, staring at the spot where she thought she had read Jacob’s name and description.

Elena sank down onto the pile of logs, the phone still cradled in her palm.
“It can’t be…” She murmured, shaking her head without realising it. Her heart starting to thud ominously in her ears. “It just can’t be…”
The phone slipped onto the ground with a muffled sound but Elena barely noticed.

A murderer? A rapist? There was no way the message meant Jacob. It couldn't mean the man she cared so much for, the man she loved. It had to be a mistake. Another man with the same name.
‘Another man with the same name and the same tattoo?’ Her mind asked wickedly making her rub suddenly at her eyes which had apparently started to cry.

Elena bent down and shoved the phone back into her pocket and loaded up her arms with firewood. As she walked back towards the cottage, somewhere in the distance she heard a faint rumble of thunder. A too warm wind whipped through the clearing, tossing her hair and making her shiver in spite of its heat.

Squaring her shoulders Elena stepped inside, squinting slightly against the comparative gloom. She carefully dropped the wood into the basket and shrugged the pack from her shoulders. She caught Jacob’s eye and forced herself to smile, trying desperately to ignore the building panic in her stomach.

“I’ll go put the kettle on,” She said as brightly as she could muster before heading into the kitchen and, after lighting the burner, putting the kettle on the stove to boil. Her hands holding onto the sideboard as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Outside another rumble, this time closer. With the daylight slowly starting to fade and with the absence of rain, it was an ominous sound.

Adding more wood to the burner Elena tried to convince herself she had made a mistake. Jacob’s funny turn at the lake must have been playing on her mind when she read the message, that’s why she thought it said his name. She withdrew the phone from the pocket of her jeans and tried to turn it on. Nothing. Tossing the now useless device onto the table, she ran slightly shaking hands through her hair as another, louder, rumble of thunder echoed through the trees outside, making the window panes vibrate ever so slightly.

She wanted to believe she’d made a mistake, that she’d misread the warning. She couldn’t be sure, she’d read it only fleetingly. Jacob’s worries over his past flitted through her mind but she instantly pushed them away, they could be anything at all. No reason why they had to be as sinister as all that.
No, try as she might, she couldn’t be sure of anything at all.
Of only one thing Elena could be sure.

A storm was coming.
 
For Jacob, the trek back to the cabin was one that filled him with peace and dread in equal measure. He committed himself to doing the one thing that he didn't want to do. But the manner in which his memories were being perverted, he was afraid that his inner demons were making their last pitch and wrecking the joy he had found.

Elena had said that whatever his past, she was convinced that he was a good man. She shared herself with him in ways that he never thought were possible, bringing out feelings in him that defied his understandings. More than anything else in the world, he wanted her to remember him for what they had experienced together. Not to have it polluted by what he had done earlier in his life. He was deathly afraid that she would not want anything to do with him once the truth became known.

He could tell her any old lie, and she would have nothing to use to verify it. He could down play the reasons for his flashbacks, and the vivid recalling of memories that horrified him so greatly. He wondered is this was some deep part of him that truly desired for him to suffer for what he had done to those women. If he hadn't forgiven himself for what he did while he was in the midst of a horrendous morphine withdrawal. He knew before and after that time, he would never do anything like that to someone. He would never deny his crimes, not even to himself. He was the one that committed them, but he was not himself at the time. He had made sure that he never went there again.

Jacob had forgotten about the phone when it chimed to life. He watched with pure curiosity as Elena brought it out of the backpack, got it working and started to read text. He turned back to looking at the path, and sorting through his own jumbled thoughts.

'I can't not tell her now. She loves me, and I love her and she has the right to know. But what is she going to think? Will she hate me, abhor me?'

He was lost in his thoughts again when he heard Elena's voice, seemingly miles away from him.

“It was nothing. Why don’t you head inside and check on the state of the fire and I’ll grab some extra wood.”

"Hmmm? Oh, sorry. Yes, I can do that for you." Again, being so caught up in his own head made him oblivious to his location, and he was surprised to see them so close to the cabin. He went inside, seeing the fire was now a glowing pile of embers. He carefully fed is small pieces of wood, waiting for them to ignite, then adding larger pieces until he had the fire burning low.

He heard the low rumble of thunder in the distance, silently cursing the timing of the change in the weather. The last thing he needed was Elena to feel that she was trapped with someone who would do her harm. She was the one person he would never harm. Not if it could be helped. He heard he come through the door, smiling at him when he turned to look at her.

His joy faltered. Her smile wasn't quite right. This puzzled Jacob on a number of levels. How did he know that there was something amiss with her smile? What could have happened to make her unhappy? Why was she trying to hide it from him? Was it something to do with the phone message? Why was he getting so paranoid all of a sudden?

“I’ll go put the kettle on.”

He looked on, feeling helpless as she slipped out of his view. He wasn't sure if he should let her have her peace, or go and comfort her. He stared at the floor for a few moments, then sat down on the sheep skin that Elena had laid out for him as a bed when he first arrived. His good hand lowered to more or less caress the soft fleece as he stared into the fire, trying to see what his future would be in the orange and red of the flames.

His ears heard the thunder, but they never passed it onto his brain.

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Constable Wayne Prescott enjoyed his job. Being the sole policemen for a small rural village would seem to be a bore for most people. But it was quiet, peaceful, unrushed and the people were great. There were the occasional argument that got a little too heated, the tourists who took a wrong turn and got lost in the many little laneways and roads that crossed the local landscape.

But all that changed a couple of days ago. Car accidents were not a surprise, so when he got called out, he thought it would be a routine slippage event. But he arrived on the scene of a fatal accident. After that, his nightmare truly began.

Two dead wardens from a prison transfer van. Both men dead from the vehicle accident. Signs that there was a prisoner being transfered, but he was missing. Both wardens were armed, and their firearms were still on their bodies, though one was missing his baton, and both missing their belts. His inquiries led to the discovery of who was being transported, and his blood ran cold.

He looked up the map of the area, noting that there were only three places that were within range of the crash site. The Donaldson & MacAbee farms, and the cabin own by the city woman. Elaine...? Alana...? Elena! The farmers would be able to look after themselves if there was trouble, but Elena he wasn't sure of. He wondered if she was even there. She would normally contact him, or leave word with Old Man Patterson down at the general store when she arrived, same when she was leaving.

He jumped in his car, and drove out to her place, only to stop at the track that led to the cabin. He got out, and took a closer look. "God, that is a swamp." He looked up at the sky as another peel of thunder rolled across the land. He weighed up walking up there, but decided against it. He would be worn out by the time he got there, and if the prisoner was there, he wanted to be on his best to deal with him.

He pulled out his phone when he slipped into the car, pulling up Elena's number and ringing her. It cut over to her voice mail.

"Hello Elena, it's Constable Prescott here. When you can, give me a call back. Thanks."

He hoped deeply that she was busy in some meeting or whatever it was she did for a job in the city. He pulled out onto the road, and headed back to the station and trying to figure out how to deal with this hell that appeared in the midst of his heavenly job.
 
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The shrill whistle of the kettle sliced through Elena’s worried thoughts and, without really thinking, she went through the motions of filling the teapot with the steaming water. Adding leaves and putting the pot onto the kitchen table beside two mugs. Pausing her eyes went to the window, taking in the rapidly approaching storm clouds through the trees. The temperature was rising and each rumble grew louder as the storm drew nearer. A sudden and particularly loud thunder clap made her jump and snapped her, at least partially, from her worrying.

“Oh don’t be so stupid, Elena…” She hissed to herself. “Jacob has done nothing in the slightest to worry you, to hurt you…far from it…” She added with a wry smile, pouring the tea.

Picking up the mugs, having added milk, she shook her shoulders and smiled. Determined to put such ridiculous paranoia from her mind, she went back through to the other room. If Jacob had done something he shouldn’t, if he had, surely there had to have been provocation.

“Tea!” She announced with a smile, raising the two mugs in the process.

As Jacob reached to take his cup she leant forwards and kissed him. She had intended to do it just to reassure herself but the kiss rapidly turned into something else. She was torn between laughing and crying, laughing with joy at the love she felt and crying with distress that she’d doubted it for even a moment. The mugs ended up on the sideboard and her arms around his neck. The kiss was needy and determined, not necessarily lustful but unquestionably filled with love.

“I love you.” She said when the kiss had run its course. “I just…I just had to do that…” She said by way of explanation as she took a slight step backwards, pushing stray hair back behind her ear with an almost shy smile. “Hope you don’t mind…”

Soon they were sat on the sheep skin in front of the fire. Hot tea cradled in their palms and the wind growing increasing louder outside. Elena felt such calm, the niggling questions about the message on her phone were remaining silent for the time being and for that she was thankful. It was true, she had many questions about him, about his life but there would come a time and a place to ask them. As the rumbles of thunder outside grew more frequent and louder, it wasn’t long before the staccato drumming of rain began to hit the roof and occasionally the window panes as the storm moved ever closer.

“I think it’s going to be a big one…” Elena murmured, leaning to kiss his cheek before rising and moving to one of the chests of drawers. Withdrawing some fresh candles and lighting a couple to ward off the darkness that the black clouds were plunging the cottage into. “Did I ever tell you that I love thunder storms?” She asked, settling back down beside him and leaning into his good side. “There’s something so awesome about their power and beauty, how untamed they are. That no matter how dangerous they might be, it’s just the way they are and that, with respect and care, we can enjoy them for what they are…”

Elena tried to not think of the possible hidden meanings her mind might have been weaving into her murmured words. Turning slightly to look into his face, her palm rising to trail around its edge, feeling the pull of stubble as it reached his jaw.

“My brothers were always far too matter of fact and scientific about the weather to let it frighten me, I understood more about the different types of lightning and clouds than was probably necessary for a kid twice my age!” Elena laughed gently. “What about you?” She asked, almost teasingly. “What kind of kid were you? Did you have brothers and sisters to look after or to look after you? I hope so, I’m sure you’d have been a wonderful brother…” She snuggled into his shoulder, eyes roaming lazily over the flames. She restrained herself from asking anything further. In truth, she wasn’t sure what she’d ask even if she had the opportunity.

There were a series of flashes outside and the resounding clap of thunder that followed almost instantly afterwards made Elena shriek in spite of her previous statements and all but leap on top of Jacob and coincided with the breaking of an old window latch under the force of the wind outside. A window in the kitchen blew open with the resulting draft dousing almost all of the candles and leaving them in nothing but the glow of the fire. Sat with her arms around him and their faces a hair’s breadth apart Elena heard the words leaving her lips before she could stop them.

“You know you can tell me anything, don’t you?” She whispered. “Anything at all…”

She smiled, watching the light dancing across his face, hoping he’d think them whispered assurances rather than the tentative attempts of her mind at settling itself.
 
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The fire was hypnotic, allowing Jacob to investigate his thoughts and feelings. He noticed the small tells of her smile not being true, but he still couldn't think of why he had been able to do what normally took months, if not years to achieve. Of course, he was wondering what caused that reaction in her. He wanted to help her as she had helped him. He knew that she took great comfort in him, so he wanted to make good use of it.

“Tea!”

He returned from his mental solitude to see Elena holding up two mugs of tea. He shifted to balance himself so his good hand could take his mug, only to encounter something even better. Elena's lips started kissing him with a gentle "Hi, I'm here" tone to it, but it changed into a much more significant display of affection. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, his good arm providing support for them both. Her kiss asked, and his answered how she hoped. He felt her heart open wide for him, and he filled it with his love for her. There was a need there that called loud and clear and he responded in kind.

“I love you. I just…I just had to do that…” Jacob was smiling like an idiot as he watched her nervousness creep through to her actions. The way she pushed her hair back behind her ear made her look like he felt; a teenager discovering the heady rush of emotions when with someone they felt strongly about.

“Hope you don’t mind…”

Jacob gave her a shocked look, before chuckling softly. "Did I mind? Not at all. Why would I mind being kissed like that by the most beautiful woman I have ever met? If the urge ever strikes again, please feel free to kiss me like that again. Or do anything else that demonstrates how much you love me."

Mugs were shared out, and Elena sat with him on the sheepskin. Little was spoken while slow sips of tea were taken. They had spoken much earlier, as well as shown each other how much they meant to the other. Jacob found it reassuring that they could just sit together, not needing words to comfort each other. But their silence was drowned out by the growing rumbles of thunder followed by the rapid tattoo of the rain on the roof.

“I think it’s going to be a big one…”

Her kiss on his cheek left him feeling warmer that from the fire. Jacob loved that feeling that remained from when her lips touched him. The slow spreading warmth that seemed to thaw him deep down into his very marrow. He lost himself in the flames, drawn to them as if they held the wisdom that would solve his current enigmas.

'Why is she worried? It's not like I can leave soon, so it can't be that. Well, maybe she is worried about my going, and it's started to hit her. But then, there was that call, or text, that she got. Could there be a problem with her family? One where she needs to go now?'

His thoughts continued to dominate him. He was dimly aware of Elena's talking. He felt her hand running along his jaw, but his mind was focused and locked into seeking out the answer to the problem that wouldn't let him rest. Not even the delightful feel of her body resting against his brought him back to her.

But her shriek brought him back. He was instantly concerned for her safety, ready to move to counter the threat to his love. He found himself almost incapable of moving, as Elena was perched on his lap, her arms around his for support. Her face was dangerously close to his. The initial concerns, even the problem at hand seemed to melt under the reflected light from her face.

“You know you can tell me anything, don’t you? Anything at all…”

Again came that smile, though more true this time than the one that caused his such alarm. He heard the words echo in his mind, testing them for the truth. His heart was racing, his breathing rapid and almost shallow. There was one thing that he felt that Elena could live without. To let the dream continue, unstained by his own mistakes. But because of how he felt about her, holding it back was wrong. Lying to her was greater crime that shattering her illusions about the man she loved.

Mimicking her earlier action, his left hand gently pushed back the stray strands of hair so they rested behind her ear. His eyes flickered between hers as he leant in and gave her a soft, loving kiss. The simple joining of lips that spoke of a deep affection, respect and admiration that words would have difficulty in conveying.

"I wish it were that easy, Elena. Somethings have been locked away for a long time, for good reason. There is so much you have done for me, about matters that... that I don't know that I can even start talking to you about. It's not that you can't hear them. It's just... just... I'm sorry, Elena. It's something that I can't talk about now."

Moment's before, the darkness had a romantic quality to it. But when Jacob finished talking, it had all the menace of the darkness in a horror movie. Jacob knew that all the monsters lurking in there were ones he brought along.
 
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His palm brushed her face as he pushed hair back behind her ear and she leant against it. The action was over in a moment but it's effect was far more long lasting. The kiss was gentle and careful, loving and sweet, it was simple and yet brimming over with emotions - both her own and those she felt radiating from Jacob. Elena felt the backs of her eyes prickle as he pulled away, tears threatening to rise up and fall as the realisation she might just have ruined it all by telling him what she had.

"I wish it were that easy, Elena. Something’s have been locked away for a long time, for good reason. There is so much you have done for me, about matters that... that I don't know that I can even start talking to you about. It's not that you can't hear them. It's just... just... I'm sorry, Elena. It's something that I can't talk about now."

Elena smiled and kissed him.
"That's fine..." She whispered.
"Really, it is...I understand..." She insisted. All the while her stomach was tightening, a tremulous ball of tension building in her very core. An almost too warm breeze danced through the room, toying with the remaining flames and prompting Elena to add, “I best go shut that window, we don’t want to lost the few lights we have left now, do we?” She smiled again and kissed him, fairly hard, almost desperately as she tried to reassure herself that it was the storm, the dark and her own paranoia getting the better of her, before she pushed herself up carefully and headed into the kitchen where the open window was banging back and forth in the wind.

The storm was reaching some kind of climax but given the darkness of the clouds and the strength of the wind, Elena didn’t think it was anywhere near being over. The rain was lashing down and the peals of thunder were swiftly blending into one long rolling rumble that echoed back and forth among the trees. Glancing at the pathway she felt her heart sink to see it rapidly disappearing under fresh rainwater. Elena tried to convince herself that the dread she felt was that it would mean Jacob would have to wait longer before getting some real medical treatment.

Elena pushed the window shut and jammed it using a wooden spoon. It still rattled a little but at least the wind was kept out. She quickly darted into the pantry to retrieve an old oil lamp and took it back through to Jacob. Soon the room was illuminated with the flickering flame it produced.

“Well, that was a nice bit of drama wasn’t it…” She sighed, leaning back against his side. She bit her lip against continuing. Wanting so badly to mention the message, to gauge his reaction…and her own…wanting almost as much to keep it inside and never think of it again. But she knew she had to, she knew the doubt, the unknown, would eat away at her, at the wonderful thing they had found and poison it if she didn’t say something.

“I, er, I meant to say. That message, before. It was from one of the alert services you can sign up for, on your mobile. You know the kind I mean, like getting weather warnings and the like, sent to you. Well that one, that came from the Police…” As she said the word it was as if the storm instantly grew quieter, letting it hang in the silence eerily, ominously. “Apparently there’s an escaped prison convict somewhere near here.” Her voice, despite her best attempts to prevent it, grew quieter. “It didn’t say what his crime was…” Elena lied, desperate to take back everything she had said so far. “You…you didn’t see anything, or anyone, did you? I mean, when you had your accident…when you came here…?” Elena looked into his eyes, her heart starting to race in her chest, her breathing growing shallower as the sounds of the storm started to filter back into her hearing. “You don’t know anything about that, do you Jacob?”

She wanted him to say he didn’t, even if he was lying, she wanted him to say no. Because if he said anything else it would mean having to face the terrifying fact that not only had she let a murderer into her home…she was fairly certain she was in love with him.
 
Jacob felt the tension reach a strength that was almost suffocating. He looked at her through guarded eyes while she spoke of fixing the window. Seeing her as she was was eating him up inside. He closed his eyes, feeling the water squeezed out of his eyelids. The one thing he had hoped to avoid doing was becoming inescapable. His mind was as chaotic and damaging as the storm was outside.

With the storm and the rain would come further delays. Jacob had no desire to escape or avoid capture. He turned up at the cabin delirious from pain, and nearing getting hypothermia. If it were possible, he would have been in the police station the following day, back to heading to prison. He wouldn't have had the chance to fall in love. He would have spent the rest of his life oblivious to the realities of his situation, happily working on his research to repay society for what he did.

But fate ensured that he met someone special, someone who may have been his soul mate. She did things for him that no one else had ever done. He felt special. He rejoiced in the knowledge that he could make this woman so happy. She shared with him a treasure that he thought he would never have, because he didn't deserve it.

“Well, that was a nice bit of drama wasn’t it…”

"Yeah, I guess." He felt her tentative move to return to his side. He felt the tension in her. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but he didn't know how to. He could ask her plainly and simply, but that didn't feel right. There was a way of asking that was gentle and considerate. But he couldn't think of how to phrase such a question.

“I, er, I meant to say. That message, before. It was from one of the alert services you can sign up for, on your mobile. You know the kind I mean, like getting weather warnings and the like, sent to you. Well that one, that came from the Police…”

As if it were scripted, the words ended with a lull in the storm. A warning from the Police. They had finally worked out he was missing, and they had warned everyone. He felt the heavenly, almost dreamlike quality of what he had been experiencing and feeling vanish in the harsh glare of reality. He felt himself tense harder than steel, waiting for what he knew was going to come next.

“Apparently there’s an escaped prison convict somewhere near here. It didn’t say what his crime was… You…you didn’t see anything, or anyone, did you? I mean, when you had your accident…when you came here…?”

He felt cornered by his feelings toward Elena. On one hand he didn't want her to know. That knowledge would shatter everything that happened for her, destroying the beauty that they had made together. But, he couldn't lie to her when she presented him with questions like that. He heard her suspicions clearly through her voice. The quiet held out for what felt like an eternity before the final words came, sealing his fate.

“You don’t know anything about that, do you Jacob?”

He broke eye contact with Elena. Tears filled his eyes as the truth of the situation became apparent. Fate brought him here to give him his true punishment for what he had done. To take him to heights Icarus could only dream of, before letting him plunge to his doom.

He looked back to Elena, his entire view blurred badly by the tears. He moved himself away from her so there was a gap between them, and that he could face her more front on.

"Elena... I-I don't know where to begin." He wiped his eyes, spilling the water down his face. "I was being transferred from a prison facility on the Isle of Wight to a newer facility outside of York. The prison van crashed, killing both of the guards. I-I had to break my arm to get out of the wreck. I stumbled through the woods until I saw the lights here, and asked for help." He swallowed loudly. "All I wanted to do was get back to the village, and turn myself back in. I thought that if I kept the that part of the truth quiet, then I would not cause you any trouble, and simply go where I belong."

He felt his stomach knot up as sobs fought to escape his mouth. "I was going through Morphine withdrawal when I killed... three women. Not just killed them, but did horrible things to them before that. I didn't even contest the charges, I pleaded guilty and took the sentence without any complaints. I deserve what I have been given. I'm going to die in gaol, Elena. I have been marked 'never to be released'.

"My research is my way of repaying society for my crimes. I don't want anyone else to loose loved ones from an opiate addict going through a horrible withdrawal." He looked down at the sheep skin, his cheeks wet with tears. "I don't want families ruined like I have ruined them. I don't want treasured memories to be ruined either, but there is little that I can do to repair those."

Jacob pulled his injured arm in tight against his body, curling over tightly. The sobs finally tore free, shaking his body violently. His cries were wails full of soul tearing pain that hurt his own ears hearing them.

"I'm s-s-sorry, Elena. I never... never m-meant any of this t-to happen. You didn't deserve any of this to happen to you. You should have had someone special here with you. Someone who would be a part of your life for longer than h-how long it t-takes the ground to f-firm up." He lifted his head, eyes wide, red and puffy from the crying. His top lip was glistening from the discharge from his nose. "All I wanted was to leave you as quickly as possible, so I didn't scare you into doing something dangerous. You were too kind to me, and I was going to cherish that kindness when I was back behind bars. But the longer I stayed, the more your kindness drew me to you. I wanted to keep it simple, and friendly and get out. But I couldn't stop myself from being drawn closer and closer to you. When we became lovers, all I wanted was to leave you with nice memories of a stranger that shared wonderful time with you." He rocked himself back into a ball. "Now, all you'll remember of me is that I am a rapist and a murderer. All of your wonderful memories will be polluted by that."

He sat himself up straight, with as much dignity as he could muster. His jaw trembled as he calmed himself and looked at the woman who's kindness was beyond his ability to describe. "I understand if you want me to leave, and I will do so without question or complaint. If you do consent to me remaining here for any length of time, then I will sleep out here on the sheepskin. Whatever you choose, Elena, I will honour that choice."
 
Elena knew before he’d even uttered a word that her worst fears were correct. His eyes moved from hers and were soon glistening with tears. She felt her mouth grow dry, impossibly so, as he shifted away from her slightly.

"Elena... I-I don't know where to begin."
It was too late to tell him not to start, too late to pretend she hadn’t asked, that she didn’t know what she did. Elena was torn between wanting to embrace him and wipe away the tears she could see filling his eyes and wanting to get as far away from him as possible. Her stomach was a trembling ball of tension as he began.

"I was being transferred from a prison facility on the Isle of Wight to a newer facility outside of York. The prison van crashed, killing both of the guards. I-I had to break my arm to get out of the wreck…”
A fleeting feeling of relief that he hadn’t escaped by design. It had been an accident, at least that was true.

“I stumbled through the woods until I saw the lights here, and asked for help. All I wanted to do was get back to the village, and turn myself back in. I thought that if I kept that part of the truth quiet, then I would not cause you any trouble, and simply go where I belong."
Her mind replayed his arrival, his nervousness when he came round, how she’d tended his wounds, insisted he stay. How vaguely he’d answered her questions.

"I was going through Morphine withdrawal when I killed... three women. Not just killed them, but did horrible things to them before that….”
His next few words didn’t make it past the panic ringing in Elena’s ears, his reaction to her suggestion of alcohol to help ease his pain came back to her. A wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her and she struggled to hold it back. The idea that the same hands that had held her, touched her…loved her…had done things the likes of which she couldn’t begin to imagine suddenly entering her mind. She shivered, despite the proximity of the fire.

"My research is my way of repaying society for my crimes. I don't want anyone else to loose loved ones from an opiate addict going through a horrible withdrawal…I don't want families ruined like I have ruined them. I don't want treasured memories to be ruined either, but there is little that I can do to repair those."
Then all she could hear was the sound of Jacob as he wept, even the storm seemed to quieten in comparison. And with each wailing cry her heart ached more and more. She wanted to hold him, stroke his hair, tell him everything was alright, everything would be alright but, in that moment, she couldn’t. Something was holding her back, she even went so far as to reach for him but her fingers stopped short and just hovered in mid air.

"I'm s-s-sorry, Elena. I never... never m-meant any of this t-to happen. You didn't deserve any of this to happen to you. You should have had someone special here with you. Someone who would be a part of your life for longer than h-how long it t-takes the ground to f-firm up. All I wanted was to leave you as quickly as possible, so I didn't scare you into doing something dangerous. You were too kind to me, and I was going to cherish that kindness when I was back behind bars. But the longer I stayed, the more your kindness drew me to you. I wanted to keep it simple, and friendly and get out. But I couldn't stop myself from being drawn closer and closer to you. When we became lovers, all I wanted was to leave you with nice memories of a stranger that shared wonderful time with you…”

It was now Elena’s turn to cry, her eyes prickled and almost instantly warm droplets slid silently down her cheeks, her throat grew raw as she held back the sobs that tried to shake her. She wanted everything he had spoken of, to have cherished memories, to remember sharing this place, her place, with someone special. She could, she tried to convince herself, she could try.
“Now, all you'll remember of me is that I am a rapist and a murderer. All of your wonderful memories will be polluted by that."

Elena rose to her feet, unable to sit still while conflicting emotions ripped apart her insides. She wanted to hold him and kiss him. She wanted to run as far and as fast as her legs would carry her. She loved him, she knew deep down inside she did. But now she was frightened of him, angry with him, worried she didn’t know him…at all.

Slowly she walked towards the door and then turned back to face him as he straightened himself and his eyes met hers.

"I understand if you want me to leave, and I will do so without question or complaint. If you do consent to me remaining here for any length of time, then I will sleep out here on the sheepskin. Whatever you choose, Elena, I will honour that choice."

“Honour…” She murmured to herself, her feet taking her toward the wooden cabinet against the far wall. The door creaked open and the ancient bottle of whisky from within its shadowy depths was recovered. She didn’t waste time looking for a glass, she unscrewed the lid and took a large swig. Coughing more than a little as the potent liquid burned her throat on its way down. She took another mouthful and then shuddered as she put the bottle down upon the shelf. The tingling heat in her mouth doing a little to clear the clouds from her thoughts.

Trembling, she looked back to Jacob, still sat on the sheepskin. The tears upon his cheeks shimmering in the candlelight.

“I…I don’t know…” She whispered, wetting her lips as her arms curled almost protectively around her chest. “It’s too much, far too much, to take in…I can’t…I just can’t believe that it’s true…

You’ve done nothing to me, you’ve not tried to hurt me…nor do I believe would you. But then you have hurt, more than hurt, people in the past. Women. Part of me wants to know why, why those women, who they were, what it was that you did but then another part wants to try and forget the whole thing.” Shaking hands rose from around her and pushed back hair from her face. “It’s almost like…like the man I’ve come to know, come to love, is not the man you have just spoken of, as if you’ve been talking about someone you know…I can’t, I just can’t believe that you would ever do something like that…”

Elena came around to sit on the couch, looking down at Jacob with wide, questioning eyes. Her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed, eyes still bright with tears as they looked into his. Searching for something , a sign, a clue, as to what she should do. He had never lied to her, not outright. He had been economical with the truth but he hadn’t lied to her.

“Tell me…tell me how it felt. Tell me that it wasn’t the real you that…did whatever it was that you did…tell me that the man sat before me, the man I love, is not the same man that committed those terrible crimes and I will believe you. Because I do love you, I love you so much Jacob…so much more than I can explain. And the thought of having to say goodbye to you tears me up inside. I want nothing more than to have you stay with me, to be always with me, but I know that I can’t. But I can have my memories and my memories are mine to remember as I wish, they can’t be taken from me…as you can be.” Her voice faltered. “So tell me, tell me that you love me, that you’d never hurt me…tell me that until the time comes for us to go our separate ways, you’ll let me love you…that you won’t forget me when you’re no longer by my side because I know I will never forget you…” Her face broke into a weak but genuine smile as a different feeling filled her insides.

She had found the truth inside the madness, the terror, the fear that had entered the cottage. The one thing that overshadowed everything else. She slid down onto her knees before him and raised a hand to his cheek, her thumb wiping away the tears.

“How could I forget, how could I fear, or hate, the man who has my heart…?”
 
Jacob sat silently as Elena moved about. He couldn't blame her at all for how she was reacting. He was grateful that she wasn't trying to kill, maim or hurt him. He became a little nervous when Elena opened the cabinet and took a couple of long pulls from the whiskey bottle. He was pleased that it made her cough, as it told him she was not that much of a drinker. It made him happy to see the bottle returned to the cabinet.

She looked wrecked. Her cheeks wet with tears, as well as reddening eyes from the crying. He watched on helplessly as she huddled into herself. His heart wrenched at the pain she radiated after he told her the truth.

Her words carried through the near silence, being absorbed by his mind as he watched her every move intently. Her hands shook with near violent tremors as she absentmindedly pushed her hair back behind her ears. For a moment or two, she seemed lost before sitting on the sofa. He felt the enormous distance between them; a huge chasm that seemed to even suck in the light. He focused on Elena, trying to ignore the way she looked, and focus on her.

“Tell me…tell me how it felt. Tell me that it wasn’t the real you that…did whatever it was that you did…tell me that the man sat before me, the man I love, is not the same man that committed those terrible crimes and I will believe you. Because I do love you, I love you so much Jacob…so much more than I can explain. And the thought of having to say goodbye to you tears me up inside. I want nothing more than to have you stay with me, to be always with me, but I know that I can’t. But I can have my memories and my memories are mine to remember as I wish, they can’t be taken from me…as you can be. So tell me, tell me that you love me, that you’d never hurt me…tell me that until the time comes for us to go our separate ways, you’ll let me love you…that you won’t forget me when you’re no longer by my side because I know I will never forget you…”

Jacob closed his eyes for a moment, clearing his thoughts and trying to settle his rampant emotional chaos. When he opened his eyes, he found Elena's immediately.

"Elena, I was mad. Insane. The lack of morphine stripped my ability to think like a person. I was more like an animal. No, not an animal. A monster. I remember everything clearly, including how I felt at the time. It sickens me when I remember. Before I was addicted, I would not have even slapped a woman. After the withdrawal passed, I couldn't harm anyone or anything. If I could go back and change things, even if it meant never meeting you, I would in a heart beat. No one deserved what I did to them.

"I love you, Elena. I will not hurt you physically, mentally nor emotionally beyond what I have now. I never meant to hurt you, because you showed me compassion when I was a mere stranger in need of help. I was so looking forward to enjoying the short time we would have had together before I turned myself back in to the police.

"Elena, I will love you as much as I am allowed, and I will not stop you from loving me as much as you desire. You have done so much for me. You have shown me one important difference about who I am. The real me didn't commit those crimes, even though this body carried them out. I have accepted that my place is in gaol for what happened to those women. But now, I know the truth about what happened and why, and I no longer hate myself."

He wanted to get up, and go hug the woman he loved so deeply. But he knew that if he moved, he would scare her enough to ruin the moment they were sharing. He opened his soul to her, through his eyes. He didn't plead, beg or cajole. He laid it all open, and left it to her to made the decision. Just as he did when they first became lovers. The first time, was to trust his judgments. This time, to let her trust her own judgments.

His heart began to beat a little faster with excitement as she slid to her knees in front of him, eradicating the gap between them. Her hand seemed to move like it was in treacle; slowly, steadily over an eon. But the touch was so heavenly he closed his eyes to better focus on her touch. Her soft hand came to rest on his cheek, the delicate brush of her thumb over his cheek carrying away the water that covered it. He felt himself lean into her hand, relaxing muscles beneath her touch.

“How could I forget, how could I fear, or hate, the man who has my heart…?”

Jacob opened his eyes slowly, a shy smile emerging on his lips. "Just the same way as I can't forget the woman who holds my heart." Jacob straightened up his head. "Elena, the first time we made love, I wanted you to make the first move. I wasn't sure if I was seeing things the right way. Now, I am going to allow you to set the pace with whatever happens between us now. It is not because I don't love you, it is because I want you to feel safe and confident about whatever we do. I am not the monster that did those horrible deeds, I am just a man who has found the most fantastic woman in the world. But I know that you have some doubts, and that is perfectly reasonable."

Jacob turned to look at the fire. The flames rose and fell with sinuous grace, full of bright colours. "I am going to lie down and watch the fire for a while, Elena. I am happy for you to join me, but if there other things you'd like to do, or need to do, that's fine." He lowered himself onto his right side, settling his left arm on top of his body. He forced himself to relax, not trying to think about either outcome and how it might impact on him. All he wanted was for Elena to calm down and not panic over the news. He wanted her happy again, more than anything else he could think of.
 
"Just the same way as I can't forget the woman who holds my heart."

Elena felt her heart skip a beat when she heard the words she was hoping, needing, to hear.

"Elena, the first time we made love, I wanted you to make the first move. I wasn't sure if I was seeing things the right way. Now, I am going to allow you to set the pace with whatever happens between us now. It is not because I don't love you, it is because I want you to feel safe and confident about whatever we do. I am not the monster that did those horrible deeds, I am just a man who has found the most fantastic woman in the world. But I know that you have some doubts, and that is perfectly reasonable…I am going to lie down and watch the fire for a while, Elena. I am happy for you to join me, but if there other things you'd like to do, or need to do, that's fine."

There was no need to speak. All that needed to be said had been.
Now Elena needed to show him that what she had said was the truth. In a fluid motion, she laid behind him, pressing her front to his back, her lips pressing to the back of his neck while her left arm slipped under his to curl around his torso and her left leg rose to mimic the action around his waist. She could feel the heat of his skin, feel the steady pulse of his heart through the flesh near where her mouth was resting. She held him, her thumb stroking in a lazy circle on his chest, lips pressing gentle kisses against his throat. No sounds but the weather outside and the occasional pop and crackle of the fire to interrupt their silent snuggling.

She left his side after a little while, but only to relight some of the candles that had previously blown out and add a few more logs onto the fire. The storm was still raging outside. Rain drops coursing down the window panes and drumming constantly on the roof. But it felt as if the worst had passed. But when she returned to lay behind him, something had changed. She had shed her clothes whilst away, wanting to feel him against her. Her fingers worked their way back across his chest to the buttons on his shirt and slowly began to undo them, easing open the shirt and stroking the skin that was revealed underneath.

“We don’t have to do anything…” She whispered in his ear, wanting to reassure the worries she was sure he had. “I just…I want to feel you beside me…” Her lips kissed the back of his neck as she slid around in front of him, between him and the fire. The firelight danced over her bare flesh. She hadn’t done it to arouse, she had done it to be close to him, the closest possible.
Fingers worked gently to undress him, helping him roll when he needed to, until his torso was as bare as hers. Content that she’d at least be able to snuggle against his chest, she did just that. Leg once more looping over and around his waist, pulling her hips snugly against his.

“Please, just hold me…” She whispered, already feeling the last of her worries melt away as she pressed her chest to his front. "All matters is you and me and that we're together..."

Nothing could harm her when she was in his arms. Of that she was certain.

And she would be damned if she’d let anything happen to him when he was in hers.
 
Jacob laid completely still, every sense straining to confirm what her actions were. His eyes closed, honing his focus even tighter. He felt himself on a precipice waiting for that final nudge that would send him tumbling into the endless void.

Jacob nearly jumped when Elena slid in behind him. Her arm encircled him as did one of her legs. Her lush body pressed against him as he shuddered in delight at the feel of her lips pressed against his neck. His body rocked with each laboured breath he pulled in. He was glad that she could not see his face. Silent tears rolled over his skin, an even blend of joy and sadness. Regardless, each tear carried away some of the bottled up tension within him. The warmth that slowly spread through his back also relaxed him. He knew that the heat was coming from Elena, and that she chose to be close to him after learning about what he was made him feel ever more grateful. He let his eyes slip closed, not allowing anything to disturb his dwindling time with Elena.

He almost whimpered when Elena stood up. His mind raced through all manner of scenarios involving her coming to her senses and rejecting him. About them the storm raged on, ignorant of their dilemma. But he heard her moving around, as well as placing more logs onto the fire. He relaxed a little more after hearing the noises. Doing little things around the cabin. Being the wonderful hostess that she was.

He felt her lay down behind him again. But this time the feel was different. He tried to figure out what it was, but the movement of her hand distracted him. Jacob felt the buttons being undone by a steady moving hand that tracked the path down his torso. Within what felt like moments, the shirt was opened, and Elena's hand was caressing his skin. Shivers, tingles and bone thawing heat all rippled out like waves from where her hand trailed.

Soft words floated to his ear. “We don’t have to do anything… I just… I want to feel you beside me…”

He felt the soft touch of her lips on the back of his neck once more as she moved. It was in that moment that he knew what was different. Elena was naked. He opened his eyes and turned his head enough to see her carefully slide over the top of him, positioning herself between him and the fire. The flames gave her a halo like quality as she settled down in front.

Again, her hands went to work removing the shirt. Without any conscious thought, Jacob maneuvered himself so he could make it easier for Elena to help out. He felt nothing at the time, merely reacting to her movements and curious as to where they would lead.

Soon, he was on his side again, and Elena was firmly nestled against his chest, holding him firmly with an arm and a leg. There was no warmth like he had when she laid behind him. This time it was the heat of a raging inferno from where her flesh met his. His heart rate climbed. Each beat of his heart was a strong thunderous echo in his chest. He felt himself reacting to the one woman who differed from all others on every conceivable level. He would give anything to be allowed to remain with her. He wanted her more than anything else in the world, with the exception of one other thing. But the two were impossible. It brought a wave of sadness to the brilliantly wondrous moment.

“Please, just hold me… All matters is you and me and that we're together..."

Her words brought forth tears again, along with a small smile that removed years from his face. He moved his injured arm, still tender from the abuse he put on himself only days before. His hand cupped Elena's chin, gently guiding her face upward. There was no hesitation in the move to bring his lips to hers. It was a slow affair of lips touching lips. Small sounds of the lips coming together and parting competed with the sounds of the fire. Jacob's breathing got heavier as his passion grew. That passion flowed through the kiss, letting the tongue cautious explore her lips and teeth as they continued to kiss. His mouth moved from hers, across her cheek with a trail of hot, breathy kisses until he found the lobe of her ear. A long, exhaled sigh escaped as he carefully nibbled the soft piece of flesh.

He kissed the point where her jaw met her neck just below the ear before kissing down her neck. Half way down, he bit her hard. His teeth pressed into her flesh sharply, almost breaking the skin but stopping before they did. He sucked on her neck hard then let the captured flesh be grazed by his teeth as he let go.

He turned himself to look into her eyes. He knew that there was a fire burning behind them. Fire of passion, lust and love. All of it fanned by the woman pressed against him. Naked. Desirable. Tempting. Beautiful. His chest heaved as he looked at her, fighting urges deep within him because of how much he loved and respected her. He held himself in check until he knew beyond doubt what she desire from him.
 
The kiss was soft and gentle, sweet and loving, and every brush of their lips made Elena’s heart beat that little bit quicker. Then the kisses came deeper, hungrier, needier as lips and tongues blended back and forth between their mouths. They reminded Elena of the kinds of kisses teenagers shared. Hot and fast and desperate. They were the kind of kisses shared by those living for the moment, because the moment was all they had.

Elena sighed as his lips left hers, her own lips were almost throbbing from the heated kisses Jacob had shared with her. The heat of his mouth trailed across her face, the nibble to her ear causing her own teeth to bite against her lower lip. The bite to her neck was just as effective as it had been at the lake. A tingling rush flooded her body, sending her hips sharply against his and a sound laden with lust to leave her lips. Her back arched, pushing her body even more snugly against his. Skin rippled with goosebumps, nipples hardened. It was as if that one action flipped a switch inside her, turning on every nerve, heightening every sense.

Carefully, Elena took hold of his hand and moved it up until his fingers were hovering before her face.
“Yours…” She whispered pressing his fingertips to her lips. Kissing them almost reverently.
“Yours…” She repeated softly, moving his fingers to her neck where he had bitten her moments before. The skin still damp, still tingling from his touch. Just thinking of feeling his mouth, his teeth, there again sent a shiver dancing down her spine and caused a quite whimper to leave her lips.
“Yours…” The word came again as she guided his hand lower to her chest, moving it over her heart, pausing before easing the digits down along the curve of her side and leaving his hand on her hip.
“I’m yours Jacob, now and forever,” Elena looked deeply into the eyes she had come to love so dearly. Her hand left his to fiddle with and loosen the clothing that remained around his waist. Small hand curling around the flesh she found. “Claim what is yours, my love….please…”
The pressure of her fingers was increased, moving fabric aside to reveal what she sought.

Shuffling slightly on the rug, she moved down his body and in a smooth movement enveloped his shaft with her mouth. Lavishing on it the same affections their mouths had just shared. Every stroke, every lick, stoking the fire rapidly building inside her own body. She paused to whisper,
“…Mine…” before taking him as deeply as she could into the wet, warmth of her mouth.

The storm rumbled overhead as her mouth made love to him. Trying to show him just how much he was needed, how much he was loved, and how truly she meant everything she had said. Tongue stroking over firm flesh, drawing it deeper. Again and again Elena ran the flat of her tongue across the head of his cock whenever she withdrew from her mouth enough to allow the action.

“…Mine…” The word was whispered huskily in between their bodies once more. Her hands resting upon his thighs, the firelight warming her behind just as his body was warming her front. Heat surrounded her, need consumed her. She needed Jacob more in that moment than she’d ever needed anything in her life before.
 
All Jacob could do was watch almost reverently as Elena's hand caught his own.

“Yours…”

The word was repeated with the same tone, volume and meaning. He felt the deliciously soft lips touch the tips of his fingers, sending a warm bolt up his arm. She spoke again when his fingers touched the warm, damp skin of where he bit her. Again when his hand came to rest above her heart. He felt the firm beat of her heart. He wanted to rest his head there, to listen to it while resting against her.

“I’m yours Jacob, now and forever.”

His heart lurched at those words, and everything they meant. He felt pride and sadness in equal measure, but let the pride show through in his expression. That a woman as lovely as her still loved him after what he told her, it was a truly amazing thing. He was unaware of what else she was doing until her hand surrounded him.

“Claim what is yours, my love… please…”

He was slightly confused as he watched Elena move down his body, only to have all coherent thought wiped out as she started to use her mouth to show her love for him. He could not describe it in any other terms than making love. Everything was gentle, tender full of affection. She varied how she showed the depths of her feelings; tongue placement and pressure, licks, kisses, sucks. He let her hear how much he enjoyed what she did, and how important it was to him. He was lost on a sea of tumultuous bliss and didn't want to be anywhere else.

How long it took him to realize she had paused, he had little idea. But when he looked up to see her perched over him, aglow from the various flames in the room, he was once more in the presence of his angel. He could see the soft halo of light encasing her, making her standout from the rest of the room.

There was no need for thought in that moment. Everything flowed because it was the proper thing. His good arm found the back of her head, guiding her down to receive a thank you kiss for the way she loved him moments before. But the kiss soon changed into the clarion call that Elena asked of him. He took her, showing her that he was intent on doing as she asked, claiming her as his own the way she was claiming him as her own. He bared his soul to her in the dance of lips and tongues. He freed his emotions from their tight reigns and let them run free at last.

Without breaking contact, he rolled her onto her back, settling himself between her gorgeous legs, taking his weight on his elbows as he dominated Elena through the kiss. A quick wriggle of his hips finally moved the pants enough to have him completely free. He pulled away from her mouth, staring deeply into her eyes as he slowly eased himself into her. One continuous smooth action that ended with him full within her depths, surrounded by her near scalding flesh. He started with short, slow thrusts that penetrated her deeply. He snatched deep passionate kisses between lengths of soul gazing as he increased the lengths of the strokes by infinitesimally tiny increments. He shifted his position slightly applying pressure to places that he knew would excite her greatly and allowing him to touch other spots with similar effects.

"Please, my love... let me... take you to... that special place again." His words were broken by deep breaths and desperate kisses. Jacob wanted nothing more than to see, and feel Elena in the throes of passion knowing that she was the most wonderful woman in the world. "I love you."
 
The kiss changed everything. It confirmed every hope Elena had entertained since their paths had crossed. It was full of love and neediness and lust and everything she felt pulsing through her own body. She gave herself up to it, easily. Her arms wrapping about his shoulders as their position shifted, his body moving on top of hers as they rolled across the floor. All without breaking the kiss. Her lips almost stung so heated was the exchange between their mouths but she couldn't stop it. She regretting having to snatch breaths, to try to stop it would be unforgivable.

Only when he pulled back and his mouth left hers did she realise how breathless he had made her. Between their bodies her breasts heaved, lips tingling and reddened, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. Their eyes never left one another's, even as he pushed deep inside her, Elena never stopped looking deep into Jacob's eyes. The kisses came randomly, in amongst the slow, possessive strokes within the sodden velvet of her sex. Fingers curled into his hair, back arching to tilt her hips and invite him deeper still.

This. This was what she had dreamed of. What she had needed. Someone to take her and love her and let her know there would never be another. For there would be no one else, no one. If he was taken from her then she would live out her years with her memories. She forced the very idea from her mind, focusing on the depth with which he was claiming her. Groans and whimpers, sighs and moans, all leaving her lips and interspersed with his name. Over and over she whispered his name.

Her tone grew higher in pitch, tighter in tone as her body responded all too eagerly to his actions. Her sex clutched his cock greedily, muscles milking him as he pushed her steadily onwards.

"Please, my love... let me... take you to... that special place again."
"Oh...oh yes, yes please..." Elena whined as her body undulated against the rug, trying to maximise the contact between them as his pace increased.
"I love you."
"And I...I love you...I love you, Jacob...I love you so, so, much..." Elena cried out, the sounds of their love making drowning out the storm outside. The heat pouring out of the fire place was nothing compared to the burning intensity that rolled off their thrusting bodies.

Elena's nails raked down his back from his shoulders down to his waist as their hips collided time and again, latching onto his thrusting hips, trying to pull him closer, bring his body more snugly against her own. Her breasts were crushed between their bodies, hard nipples pressing to his skin, rubbing back and forth as Jacob made her his own.

The movements of her body beneath his started to grow a little more intense, a little more focused, certain thrusts into her needy body increasing her reactions. Under his body her clit was starting to pulse, sending thrilling waves throughout her. Her hands slid back up his back to hold onto his shoulders. She pulled herself up to kiss him as hard as she could, whimpering as the beginnings of her climax began to filter through her.
"No one...no one has ever, will ever...make me feel the way you do...I'm yours Jacob, yours alone...!" Elena managed to whisper throatily against his ear before her words melting into a mewling cry and the orgasm he had built up within her exploded.
 
Jacob was lost in Elena's enjoyment of their togetherness. He was aware of what he was doing, what he was experiencing. They were shadows and echos compared to her. He felt the growing tensions within her that heralded his success at taking her to her pinnacle once more.

Her kiss was sudden; burning with passion and blazing with the life giving warmth of her love. He returned it, instinctual and without thought, searing himself on the flames and basking in the warmth. He gave back in equal measure as he felt exactly the same way. Small whimpers escaped their lips before she pulled them closer to his ear.

"No one...no one has ever, will ever...make me feel the way you do...I'm yours Jacob, yours alone...!" He heard her cries as he felt her body break free of the bonds that held her so tightly. He lowered her back to the floor, loving the feel of her body under and around him celebrating the greatest gift he could ever give her. Nothing in his life made him feel better than he did knowing that he made Elena so blissfully happy. His eyes glittered with tears of joy, and his smile couldn't get any broader as he looked on at Elena's shining face as she went through the aftermath of their lovemaking.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Elena." Jacob's voice was soft, sliding over her between sensual kisses to her plump lips. "I love you with all my heart and soul, both of which are yours now and forever." His eyes flickered between hers. He was still unsure until that moment. Somehow, his face softened. "But there is something that I have yet to give you, Elena. A part of me that I have held back because I was afraid. I am no longer afraid."

He leaned down, giving her a long, tender kiss. He loved her with his kiss, his tongue danced with hers as his moans became a music for them to dance to. He broke off the kiss slowly, reluctantly. He brought himself up onto his knees, freeing himself from her loving grasp. With his good arm, he helped her up onto her knees too. "After this, my love, we will know if I have truly claimed you as you have said."

His good arm slid under her glorious derriere, and his injured arm went to her back. Using his legs, he lifted Elena up from the floor with a grunt of effort, and a small tinge of pain. But he slowly carried her, pausing to kiss her along the way, to her bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed, cupping her chin delicately.

"My love, all you need do is tell me to stop, and I will. I will not hurt you deliberately." He bowed down, taking her lips roughly, almost harshly, as if was demanding her to kiss him back. Underneath, the current of his passion and love was flowing through. His breathing got heavier quickly. His chest heaving with the effort of filling his lungs with the air his body desperately needed.

Jacob spun her over onto her belly, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. He took a hand full of her hair, firmly pulling her head back so her neck was taunt. "You have awakened such a passion within me, Elena." The heat of his passion were the flames his words were carried on. "I need to show you how strong that passion is, and how much I have wanted to show you. But I love you, and I was afraid to show you that. Now..." Teeth grazed the taut skin, followed by a slow passage of his wet tongue. "Now I know I can show you. Now Elena, I will claim you how I really desire to claim you."

One knee firmly parted her thighs enough to display her still aroused sex. He lined himself up with her entrance, resting the head of his cock there for a few seconds. He slammed into her hard, commencing a raw, primal fuck that harkened back to their earliest ancestors. His actions fell short of brutal, but he was also deliberately shifting his position to strike points with her that would work her nervous system into overdrive.

Jacob bent down, bringing him mouth closer to Elena's ear. "Ever wanted a man to just take you? To just fuck you crazily? I... I have always wanted to do this to someone Elena. Just let myself go. Even once. Give her a fucking that would not be forgotten. Let her know that the man wanted her so much that nothing else mattered than fucking her senseless." He stopped himself buried deep in her, muscles demanding to continue to pound the lovely creature beneath him. "I need you, Elena. I love you too. I have never felt anything like what you have given me. I have given you my love. I have given you a taste of my passion. Now, my love, I am going to let you feast on it."
 
"You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Elena…I love you with all my heart and soul, both of which are yours now and forever."
Elena’s breathing was shallow and quick, her heart still racing at an ungodly pace within her chest as she tried to return his kisses. Her hands still clinging to him, his body the only thing keeping her grounded, anchoring her to reality.
"But there is something that I have yet to give you, Elena. A part of me that I have held back because I was afraid. I am no longer afraid."

Her brow creased as his words made it through the fog of her orgasm and penetrated her mind. A twinge of concern pricking her stomach for a second. Afraid? Afraid of what…?
His kiss soothed the tension his previous statement had caused, dousing the panic within her. Her arms curled around his neck, pulled them tighter against one another, so close she was sure he would feel her heart beating through her chest.
"After this, my love, we will know if I have truly claimed you as you have said."

He lifted her, with no small effort and carried her towards the bedroom. She could sense his discomfort but she could sense something far more powerful. A sense of need, of real need, oozing out of his pores. Whatever it was he wanted to give her, it was serious. After all, he said he had been afraid to give it. Why then was she not afraid, why then did she only feel the thrill of anticipation.
"My love, all you need do is tell me to stop, and I will. I will not hurt you deliberately."
“Jacob, I know that you wouldn’t-” Her words were silenced by his lips. They were unneeded. The kiss stole her breath, every pass of his lips over hers, every stroke of his tongue against hers, sending fresh waves of excitement racing through her. It was a kiss of need, a kiss of desperation. A kiss of ownershio. She struggled to keep up, but she gave a valiant attempt. When at last he broke his lips from hers and flipped her onto her front her lips were pulsing, throbbing and no doubt slightly puffy. He pulled on her hair and her back arched compliantly. Mouth parted in a wide ‘o’ of surprise as held her in the position of his choosing. Bending her, shaping her. Controlling her.

“You have awakened such a passion within me, Elena..I need to show you how strong that passion is, and how much I have wanted to show you. But I love you, and I was afraid to show you that. Now..."
She growled as his lips passed over her skin, grasping for an all too brief moment. Her breathing once again picking up speed, the sound somehow emphasised by the angle of her head and n"Now I know I can show you. Now Elena, I will claim you how I really desire to claim you."
She gasped as his leg parted her legs, knocking her feet wider apart on the floor, positioning himself tight up against her. She felt the smooth head nudge against her lips. It didn’t penetrate, not yet. It just hovered there. Almost teasing, almost testing the positioning was correct, making sure everything was perfect before…

She opened her mouth to ask him, beg him, to claim her however he wished but her attempt at words turned into a scream of delight as he ploughed himself back into her, even deeper then previously, stretching her tight sex around him. Her hot wetness clinging to him, moulding around him as he thrust back inside her. Her head flicked upwards, sending her long hair up and over her shoulder, spilling over her back in a silken sheet. It was hard and powerful. Almost too fast, too furious, and yet never enough. The sounds leaving Elena’s lips bordered on being purely animalistic which somehow seemed fitting given how she was being taken, claimed, at that moment.

"Ever wanted a man to just take you? To just fuck you crazily?”
“Yes….oh god, yes…” Elena’s fingers wound into the bed sheets, body rocked up onto the balls of her feet by the power behind his thrusts. His body slamming into hers like a jackhammer. There was an edge of pain, of discomfort, to be taken so deeply and so roughly but Elena was enjoying it far too much to even think of asking him to stop. Her sex was flooding with arousal, clutching greedily around the flesh that was pummelling it, over and over again. Breasts rocking back and forth beneath her, their motion jerky and lewd thanks to the roughness of their coupling.

“ I... I have always wanted to do this to someone Elena. Just let myself go. Even once. Give her a fucking that would not be forgotten. Let her know that the man wanted her so much that nothing else mattered than fucking her senseless."
Elena pushed her hips back against him, grinding against him as she felt him moving inside her. She kept trying to speak, but the words didn't come. Only grunts and groans as he fucked her. Her body told him more than words ever could anyway, bucking back against him, meeting his movements, fucking him back as he took her, as he claimed her.
He stopped and she cried out. Desperate to have him continue. Hips pushing back against him but he held himself still, teasing her, tormenting her.

"I need you, Elena. I love you too. I have never felt anything like what you have given me. I have given you my love. I have given you a taste of my passion. Now, my love, I am going to let you feast on it."
“Oh Jacob please…please don’t stop…no one has ever taken me, fucked me, like this before and I know now no one ever will again…I’m yours…please…please fuck me…take me and fuck me as you want…I’m yours now and forever, I love you with all my heart just please…please don’t ever stop…” All the while her hips were straining to move him within her, her back still arched. Every slight tug on her hair making her sex throb that little bit more intensely. This was the most intense thing Elena had ever experienced. She had never felt so desired as she did in that moment. And she was desperate for that moment not to end. "I'm hungry...so hungry Jacob and only you can sate that hunger."
 
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Jacob couldn't believe that Elena was not only taking it, but enjoying it and crying out for more. He held nothing back, using the fullness of his strength and all his body could deliver to love her in the most powerful way possible. He gave her everything he had in that one coupling. His love, passion, desire, lust, heart soul, trust, everything laid bare and handed to her.

“Oh Jacob please…please don’t stop…no one has ever taken me, fucked me, like this before and I know now no one ever will again…I’m yours…please…please fuck me…take me and fuck me as you want…I’m yours now and forever, I love you with all my heart just please…please don’t ever stop… I'm hungry...so hungry Jacob and only you can sate that hunger."

It was another moment in his healing, the revelation that his drug withdrawal madness amplified his natural desires to have hard, rough sex. He knew he liked to have Elena this way, again, often. Even moreso since she expressed her liking of what she was experiencing. But he knew there were boundaries that were not crossed, but in those dark days, those boundaries were not there. He acknowledged the thoughts, and set the aside so he could give Elena more of what she so truly deserved for all she did for him.

He leaned over her, his body pinning her body to the bed, trapping her between him and the mattress. He brought his mouth close to her ear. He could feel her straining to keep moving on his cock which he had firmly and deeply buried within her scalding depths. "No, my love, I am going to give you something else. Something that you'll never forget."

After his slow, whispered words washed over her ear, he lightly clamped the shell of her ear between his teeth, tugging it slowly and firmly until it escaped by scraping by his teeth. His angle made sure that every movement would rub his cock hard across the delicate patch of roughness within her. Every fraction of an inch would moved and pressure her inside, propelling her higher and higher. Plus, he could maintain a slow, deliberate rhythm that would see her orgasm many times before he was even close. She would be unable to move, only able to stay there, captured and receive whatever he wanted to give her.

"I am going to fuck you slowly, Elena. I am going to take you to heaven many times with you caught under me. I am going to fuck you and the last thing you'll remember before passing out will be my exploding within you, sharing my joy with you. You deserve this, Elena, to be shown how precious you are. To be given the joys you need to be given." He had to stop talking, as he was focusing more and more on keeping his word, and fucking his angel senseless.
 
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