Her breath caught in her throat as she heard the car squeal into the driveway, gravel scattering to make way for the wheels. Trying to appear composed, she continued drying the plates with an old green checked tea towel as though everything was in order. Only a nervous twitch in her eye belied her calm exterior.
She felt his urgent presence behind her, but blatantly refused to turn around. "Are you going to come upstairs?" His voice was black. She did not reply nor move.
He lifted her up with ease and surprising gentleness. Folding her into his arms, he made his way up the white marble staircase. A single tear rolled down her face and fell to the floor. A tiny insignificant drop in the middle of nowhere.
Taking her inside their room, he laid her softly on the bed. He closed and locked the door with a soft click before turning back to face her. She had closed her eyes, and seemed to be resting. The only remaining symbol of her pain was the single tear streak down her cheek. She was getting used to it after all.
He lay on the bed next to her and encircled her in his arms. He placed tender kisses on her forehead and watched her hungrily as liquid grief trickled out of her closed eyes. He licked a droplet and tasted its salt on his tongue. He kissed his way down her neck, down to the base of her throat, then stopped to unfasten the buttons on her cream blouse. Casting it aside once it had come free, he kissed the tops of her breasts and moved down to her flat stomach. Savouring the soft feel of her skin, he ran his hands over her stomach and abdomen.
He looked up at her. She had stopped crying, but was still in no mood to participate. Pulling down her pencil-skirt, he ran his hands over her creamy thighs. He slowly drew circles with his fingers on her upper thigh and brought the circles closer and closer to their goal, but didn't let them reach it. He could feel himself fighting the restraints as he could see she was, too. Her eyes were still closed but her brow was wrinkled and her breathing had become shallower.
He hoisted himself up on top of her and her eyes flew open in shock and her mouth formed an 'o' of surprise. He kissed her, captured her open mouth with his, licked her lips fiercely. Just as she began to kiss him back, he broke free and moved down, placing wet kisses on her neck, leading to her breast. He took her breast into his mouth and bit hard as she arched against him, whimpering. He was pressing against her thigh.
He undid his trousers at lightning speed and positioned himself above her, then plunged in and kissed her at the same time. He forced his tongue into her mouth the same way he forced himself into her, over and over again, violating her body and making her gasp and moan.
Just before he reached oblivion, the pulled out and spurted the hot white liquid over her middle. She closed her eyes again as he dressed and left, having satisfied his desire. She lay motionlessly on the bed, marked his territory.