Clothes were peeled and strewn about the hallway in passionate haste and desperation. Raphael slammed their bodies against one wall, and she slammed them into another as her hands frantically explored uncharted territory, and her lips sealed them together. They crashed down upon a settee at the end of the hall. Quite clearly, this first time would not be slow, or gentle, or any of those clichéd descriptions of lovers’ first times together.
As one, they spun out of control, taking turns having the upper hand in their passion play. Dominating and submitting in turn.
Serena pinned Raphael’s shoulders to the back of the settee as she straddled his lap, and raised herself above him in triumph. This act, while something she’d yearned for, shouted a big “fuck you” to her attackers. She had something to prove. They may have taken away her future, but she still had the goods. I am desirable, and I still have physical needs that can no longer
Raphael looked through the peephole himself and saw a swollen, beaten face. Bull. He could barely see Kemuel beside him, but if Serena had peeked through, she would have seen Bull, as well. Damn! He’d told her Kemuel would bring him back. She must’ve forgotten. He should have gotten to the door first.He turned to see where she went, but she had scrambled away to somewhere deep in the house, he figured. He opened the door and stepped outside.“Take him to the garage,” he barked. There was no way he wanted Bull anywhere inside the house, planting seeds of fearful memories for Serena everywhere she looked. Bull spat blood by Raphael’s feet.“You ain’t getting nothing from me, assholes. You hear? Nothin’! And there ain’t a damn thing you can do to me that’s gonna break me either! How’s your little bitch of a girlfriend, eh? She gonna be good and dead soon. Pow pow!” His hands mimicked a gun.
She traced the point of the letter opener up and down his thighs and back to center. She tapped resolutely, once there. He sucked in a breath and she watched him get hard.“I know, I think I’ll tell you a story. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. It’s a short story, so listen carefully. There will be a question after. Once upon a time, there lived a girl who dreamed of running her own business, getting married, and having a large family. But one day, an evil man—that would be you—and his evil friends decided it would be fun to play soccer with the girl’s body. They kicked her and punched her like a piece garbage on the ground. The cowards left her in the desert to die, but the funny thing about it, she didn’t.”Serena stalked around him, trailing the letter opener up one arm and around his neck. She stopped right at his jugular. “She survived, barely, thanks to the kindness of a stranger. But it was too late to s
I could be a father. Raphael stood dumbfounded at the notion. I could be a father, and there lies the woman who could be the mother of my child, despondent, broken, and an empty shell. He couldn’t let this go on a moment longer.“Serena.” He sat gently on the bed beside her. “Serena, you must know something very important. You must listen, Serena. You can still have children. Do you hear me? You were healed of everything wrong with you. Emma saw to that. So you can have the children you’ve been dreaming of, Serena.”She lay motionless, her stare devoid of all acknowledgment of Raphael’s presence. “Serena!” Raphael grasped her shoulders and shook her. “Serena! You’ve got to listen to me. You’ve got to snap out of this, sweetheart.” He grabbed her in a furious embrace that brought back tragic memories of holding Sirona in the same desperate way. Fear gripped him and frustration churned. He didn
She sat across from him with a smug look on her face, playing with the handle of her bag. It took a few moments before Raphael spoke through gritted teeth. “I think it’s time for Serena’s next dose. Why don’t you stick to healing her?”I cannot believe she just scolded me like a child.She ignored his remark and stood up, looking imperious. “By the way, I won’t say a word to anyone about Bull either, the worthless piece of refuse. Have you told Serena you suspect your dead wife’s soul has come to live within her?”He glared at Monica and simply walked out of the room.I’m being childish? Damn it! Who the hell does she think she is, presuming to tell me what I am and what I should do? Raphael fumed as he stormed out of the house to beat up the poor cactus he’d whipped to death the other day. Okay, maybe now I’m being a little childish. But if I couldn’t even save my own wife, wha
Ecstatic! Phenomenal! But something held Serena back from saying so. How can I be a mother when I’m not even in my right mind? “How do I feel? I feel like we shouldn’t put the cart before the horse. I feel like we should find out for sure whether I’m pregnant or not.”“Shall I get Monica in here? She’s waiting right in the living room. She’s been here for some time now, taking care of you.”“Oh yes, please!” Serena cried out, sitting up in bed and fussing with the blankets.“Okay, wait here. I’ll be right back.”She looked around her as he left. Mortification set in as she remembered everything that had occurred, all of the things she had said and done. Her thoughts were interrupted by Monica breezing into her room.“Well, hello! Welcome back to the living, my dear,” Monica cooed as she sat beside her. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, haven’t we?”“Yes, we do. Thank you first for coming out and helping me. It’s been a difficult time to say the least. You know, Jared is dead.” Serena’s
Serena seemed lost in the moment as well. She held onto him so strongly as though she knew he needed her. They stood planted in the center of the kitchen like a lover’s statue for what seemed an eternity. Her nose twitched.“The sandwiches, Raphael! I think I smell them starting to burn!” He reluctantly tore himself away from her, running to save the sandwiches from certain death by burning. “I’ll just go sit down.”He returned moments later with two plates of sandwiches and two bowls of soup.“Thanks! It looks and smells wonderful. I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.”“Stands to reason. You’ve barely eaten anything over the past couple of days. Eat up, honey, I can always make more.”They each settled into their meal and amicable silence. Raphael spoke first. “Monica tried to help me today.”“Oh, really? That’s good! Did she succeed? Do you have y
Serena’s mouth fell open as she peered out the living room window, curiosity having gotten the better of her. She stared in awe at Raphael’s immortal magnificence. She’d no idea where his shirt had gone, but thanked the dear Lord for the loss, as he was a vision to behold. Muscles rippled across his broad shoulders and down his arms as she watched him inspect his hands. She smoothed her palms over the window, aching for it to be his hard chest and stomach beneath them instead. She watched as he raised his arms to the sky and took flight.Raphael caught her watching through the window and smiled back. She hid back against the wall, banging her head in the process. How embarrassing, to be caught doing a Peeping Tom act! A light tapping on the window told her he had flown over and awaited her response. Though completely humiliated, she found herself turning again toward the window. There he stood, wind whipping madly about, tussling his hair in glorious disarra
The next few hours were spent tussling in the sheets, learning more about each other’s lives, giggling at times like new lovers, and making love as if they would never get their fill.“What do you do while I sleep?” Serena asked drowsily, planting little kisses on his chest and entwining her legs with his.“I watch you.” He combed through her hair with those deft fingers of his, sending mini orgasmic waves across her scalp. She purred.“Oh, come now, that can’t be all you do for so many hours.”“It’s true. You’re very interesting to watch. Better than TV, I would say.”She poked him in the side and he rolled away, giving a throaty laugh. She wanted him all over again. How crazy is this? I can’t get enough of him. It’s lunacy! It’s love. Damn it. Now that is crazy! He’s immortal, and I’m just a woman. This relationship is doomed from the start. When