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"Please don't be gentle with me, she whispered, I want you to push my knees apart and paint my thighs with purple kisses"

~ Michael Faudet

Bitter Sweet Love

"To slap you,

is to touch you.

Scream for mercy.

Beg for more.

To bite you,

is to kiss you.

Tied and tethered,

on the floor

To loathe you,

is to love you.

Pretty princess.

Dirty whore."

~Michael Faudet

Beth's POV

She knew it wasn't proper or even right but she was curious, he was a man, a real man; unlike Nate who was a boy or all the other boys she had ever fall for, this was Daryl. He was a man with a strong body and a fierce personality that captivated her and draw her to him. There was something about his rough demeanor, and unkempt physic that brought the animalistic side inside her, that part of evolution that we can't quite get away from: Human desire. He made her feel vulnerable yet safe, it felt like a beautiful contradiction, but it was more than that, she wanted him. She wanted all of him.

That's the thing about humans, we crave, we desire and ultimately we want recklessly without second thoughts or even considering consequences, its irrational and emotional and more often than not, dangerous. We want to feel so bad that we can't control how we feel and we lose ourselves in the process of feeling, it's a beautiful mess. Ordinary people call it heartbreak poets call it falling in love.

"1, 2, 3" She could hear Maggie's voice singsong

"Shhh hush little girl, don't scream"...

In her dark haunted dreams, she saw the face of a man, with blond hair and ken doll face, the sweet voice was inviting her to stay quiet and she felt shivers running down her spine as the voice lodged itself deep inside her mind, repeating over and over the same phrase.

The face, Beth notice was morphing itself into something else, a man she no longer recognized. The little girl inside the dream couldn't exactly pinpoint what was it about the face, but she was no longer afraid, on a subconscious level she knew that something was odd, the first face was somehow changing, this was not her beautiful stranger, this was another man.

She tried to look harder, but as it often happens with memories, they come back hazy, if they even come back at all. She was familiar with this person; she knew him from somewhere. Where there had been perfectly combed blond hair before, a type of messy shaggy brown color was taking its place, there was none of the soft and sweet baby face but instead, in its place; there was a hard complexion that marked a chiseled jaw and a frown brow. She could swear she knew his face.

The foreign lips of the man were moving, his lips were forming words, calling her name; but she couldn't hear anything at all, everything was on mute. She was trapped inside her mind, she saw herself from afar, almost as if it was another surreal world. She saw the man's face and it almost looked as if he was pleading her to do something. Was it "Come back" that the voice was shouting? Or was it, "Come back to me"

For a second time, the face blurred, and in its place she saw the blond again, but only for a second, the manly face with the smirk came back again and this time she could hear what he was saying "Come back to me Beth". He was opening his arms, inviting her to stay, to give him hugs; maybe if she dared, a kiss or more than one. This time she was not afraid, she wanted to kiss this stranger. The little girl couldn't quite understand why there was this desire to kiss this stranger, and it scared her. Little girls weren't supposed to have dirty thoughts.

Daryl, her mind shouted at her; that was the name of the stranger who was holding his hand out for her, a sly flirty smile on his face. "Come back to me Beth" he coed his face tilted to one side and his word more of plea than a demand. Her legs carried her forward out of their own volition, she wanted to please him, make him happy, give him what he wanted, be a good little girl for this him.

"I can't" she said in a whisper, her eyes watering as her little hand tried to reach his bigger one but something, someone was pulling her away.

"Try harder" he plead at the little girl as the vision disappear.

She woke up with a start.

Her familiar nightmare had taken an interesting turn, it was the first time she had seen another face in the dream, and much more disturbing was the fact that it had been Daryl's face.

She could feel her body covered in sweat, her clothes clung to her body making her feel naked. Her breathing was ragged and there was something soft underneath her. It took her a moment to take in her surroundings, she was once again in the trunk of the car again and the soft body underneath her was Daryl's. After he promised her that they would take care of the horrific scene they had seen earlier with the burned corpses they went back to the car.

Beth couldn't stop thinking about those images she saw and cried herself to sleep. Her sobs racked her body and attracted the walkers but Daryl didn't say one word, he just had his arms around her small petite frame while she sobbed, he didn't say soothing words or promise her that it was going to be alright. There was not a single lie uttered in the name of her comfort and she was glad. People where hypocrites most of the time, in Beth's world they would lie and constantly say words that were unrealistic in the name of love, but love isn't supposed to be like that. Love is supposed to be honest, its holding on to someone and not saying anything, because there are no words to explain, justify or comfort, there's just that person holding you together while you're falling apart.

When she stopped sobbing and her breathing became even, his arms relaxed a bit, but stayed in place, he was still holding her. He had fallen asleep with his hands in her back and she could feel his muscles contracting and his chest beating hard in tune with his even breathing. That was the thing about Daryl, he is rough around the edged but underneath the hard exterior there is a man who understands and doesn't judge, with time, she had come to understand this.

She couldn't help but think about how safe she felt in his arms, how in a world of misery and shit his arms felt warm to the touch and real. He was real and he was with her regardless of the circumstances. Her mind took a wild turn and most disturbingly thoughts about the time she felt his hands on her pussy invade her, how good he had made her feel and how exciting had been to have the hands of a man on her. Images of his face cumming as he was fucking Candy came like a kaleidoscope, and the look of ecstasy on his face was a lovely memory. She remembered that he had cum looking directly at her, and inside her mind she had wish if only for a moment to be Candy, to feel what she was feeling, to have a man treat her like that.

She wanted to feel a man inside her, his arms around her and honestly she wanted it rough, she wanted to be on fours and hear dirty things whispered in her ears, to be bruised in the morning after and touch herself to thoughts of being taken hard. Beth wanted to be someone's, she wanted to feel a man dominate her completely. Her body was reacting to her thoughts and she was getting wetter by the second, she could feel moist in her panties and her body would clench reflexively her vaginal muscles to feel some sort of friction and alleviate the urge to have something inside of her.

Beth forgot that there was a body underneath her, and that it was reacting to her involuntary clenching. She could feel Daryl's cock getting harder and the outline of it fit perfectly between her open legs. The position was perfect, because she had her legs around his hips and his cock was in between her pussy rubbing her deliciously in all the right places. She closed her eyes and grinded herself slowly against his cock, making him groan in his sleep. Beth felt dirty and in her mind she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it, she needed it so badly.

Daryl had his eyes closed and a frown was set on his face, his beard was scruffy and his hair was dirty, there was a male musky smell on his body and traces of dirt on his arms. His body was all muscular and hard planes, his jawline was masculine and all of it combined was driving her insane. She wanted this man.

Beth didn't really though much about anything at that point she was lost in her pleasure, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning his name out loud while grinding herself down on him. She continued this and eventually she felt arms tighten around her back, this alarmed her and she immediately halted her movements. She had woken him up, had been too caught up in what she was doing and completely forgot he had a light sleep, she was very scared, to put it simple she had taken advantage of him when he was sleeping and that was not right. Beth put her hands on his chest in order to have something to hold on to and moved her hips down to look at his face properly and apologize, but he stopped her.

"What are you doing love?" he said in a husky voice with his arms tight around her back and his cock hard.

The word "love" sent a tingle on her pussy, she was sure he had said it deliberately and she moaned. His arms lowered themselves to her waist in order to slide her to his cock again, with a heavy grunt while flexing his hips upwards in order to feel friction.

"Come on, Beth, I asked you a question and I expect an answer." he said in a husky yet commanding voice stopping her movements while moving his hips in a slow deliberate motion that was driving her insane.

"I want you, please..." she uttered with a wanton voice unable to move because his hands were holding her down.

He didn't answer but she felt one of his hands move to her ass and the other squeezed one of her boobs.

"Don't give me shit about this in the morning" he said with a deep grunt while moving her hips harder on top of his cock by pushing her ass down.

"I won't, I promise" she coed in a sweet voice while grinding herself harder on top of him, she wanted him to feel her, all of her.

She felt a piece of her shirt being ripped away from her body and suddenly hands were touching her boobs and a scruffy beard was kissing her neck. Her head rolled back in order to give more access to his ministrations, but it was becoming too much and she draw herself back to look at him. The look of intensity in his eyes turn her on even more.

"Put it in my mouth" he commanded referring to one of her boobs that was in his face, close enough to see not close enough to feel inside his mouth, it wasn't a request, it was a command and she felt herself complying. Her body moved forward out of her own volition, she wanted to please him, make him feel good, give him what he wanted, anything at all and be a good little girl for him. The though made her stomach churn and her mind tried to comprehend where his was coming from but she was to lost in her pleasure, so she didn't answer and merely complied, like a doll.

She could feel him sucking on her boobs and her moaning was becoming more loudly, scattered images of chaotic thoughts were running through her mind. The most alarming one was that she wanted him to be more rough.

"Harder" she said while closing her eyes and scratching his arms with her nails, if it hurt him, he didn't show it, he just moaned.

"Beth, I mean it, this is just a one-time only thing; alright" he grunted while grinding faster on her and holding her hips in place.

"Please, just a bit harder I'm almost there" she moaned as she threw her head back and grinded herself even harder on his crotch.

"Do you like it?" he grunted in an animalistic way while holding her in place and giving her exactly what she was asking for.

"Yes I do… but I…" she said while placing one of her hands in her hair.

"Beth, you what? He said while grabbing a piece of her hair and pulling her face closer to him.

"Yes" she moaned, he was grabbing her hair harder and it was driving her crazy.

"What do you want?" he asked while searching her face and looking hard at her.

"I want you to hurt me" she answered while looking at his face, as soon as she said the words she felt him squeezing her waist and saw his eyes roll to the back of his head and hear a heavy masculine grunt. That reaction made her body shudder and tense.

She closed her eyes and felt herself getting closer.

Daryl's POV

"Daryl" someone whispered with a sweet voice in his dreams, the voice was enticing, lulling him to sleep, while begging him to stay awake.

He felt so good all of a sudden, there was a friction in his pants and some sort of pressure on his cock, it felt heavenly.

"Daryl, please" the voice moaned this time, much clearer, his mind was a bit hazy, but there was a movement on the car and a soft body on top of his. His mind took a couple of seconds to process that Beth was grinding on top of him. Daryl's first instinct was to stop her, she had to be having a wet dream he told himself and reacting to it. As a man, he had notice Beth's eyes checking him over and that look, by God, that look she gave him when he was ripping her shirt for the walkers was full of desire but he didn't dare to make anything of it, and convince himself it was all in his mind.

Daryl knew she wanted him, there was an inexplicable desire she barely understood behind her eyes, a curiosity just for him. It reminded her how a moth gets closer to a flame only to be burned by it, and he didn't want to burn her, but she wanted him. He had touch himself thinking about her wet pussy the day he fingered her, the sweet orgasm of a virgin girl. While looking for his pleasure his mind would take him to her face that day he was fucking Candy and came while looking at her and it drove him wild. She didn't move her eyes from his, it was so dirty and enticing that just by thinking about it, he would get an erection.

He had touch himself after she had slap him in the kitchen, there has been something animalistic in the action, like she wanted him to feel her pain, but when she sweetly cleaned him she wanted him to feel alright, to reassure him and the juxtaposition of the actions was confusing and disturbing and he was sure she didn't understand what the actions said about her personality or future sexual life, but he did; by God he did.

He felt her body tense and felt hands in his chest and a body sliding down. This action made his arms tighten on her body out of reflex.

"What are you doing love?" he said in a husky voice with his arms tight around her back and his cock hard. He could felt her hot body and her pussy clenching reflexively and it was driving him mad with want.

He said the word "love" deliberately, he wanted to sooth her and make her feel at ease, it was slimy and low but he needed to cum and her hot body was on top of him. He felt her moan at this and his body reacted, his arms lowered themselves to her waist in order to slide her to his cock again and he was helpless. A heavy grunt came out of his mouth as he flexed his hips upwards seeking friction.

"Come on, Beth, I asked you a question and I expect an answer." he said in a husky yet commanding voice, he was curious about the circumstances that had driven this beautiful girl to grind on him.

"I want you" she said with a wanton voice. His heart beat faster and before he even had time to register one of his hands move to her hips and the other to squeeze one of her boobs. To hear those words coming from her mouth was heavenly, he just hoped she didn't regret her actions in the morning.

"Don't give me shit about this in the morning" he said with a deep grunt while moving her hips harder on top of his cock. He wanted her, but he was not going to put up with petty shit in the morning about how he had taken advantage of her youth and inexperience, he wanted to be sure she wanted this as much as he did, which if by her actions was any indication she did.

"I won't, I promise" she coed in a sweet voice while grinding harder on top of him,

He couldn't hold it any longer, he was trying to keep his inner animalistic side guarded but she was making it hard, he wanted to give in to his primal urges. She was a beautiful thing, a pure thing at that and being with her like this make him feel he was breaking something. People don't understand this, but there's a brutality to love that often humans repress, an excess of feeling and emotion so overbearing that it can almost overwhelm you and make you lose yourself, if only for a moment.

She was lost in him and he knew this, he ripped her shirt of her body and stared kneading her boobs and kissing her neck, her head was lolled back and her chest was trust in his direction but selfishly he wanted her to look at him so he kissed her harder and painfully. She drew her head back and looked at him.

"Put it in my mouth" he barked referring to one of her boobs that was in his face, close enough to see not close enough to feel inside his mouth, it wasn't a request, it was a command he wanted her to obey and yield to him and she did. He stared sucking on her boob and her moaning became louder.

"Harder" she said he felt her nails scratching his arms and drawing blood but more than pain he felt pleasure a loud moan escape from him. He was scared of his emotions because they were running wild and he was losing control.

"Beth, I mean it, this is just a one-time only thing; alright" he grunted while grinding faster on her and holding her hips in place. He had to remain her and remain himself that this was just passion in a given moment. He wanted to be a reasonable men and promise her just one night but he knew in his heart that this was not going to be the only night he would have her in his arms.

"Please, just a bit harder I'm almost there" she moaned and he saw how she threw her head back and felt more pressure on his crotch.

"Do you like it?" he grunted in an animalistic way while holding her in place and giving her exactly what she was asking him for. He knew she wanted him harder, he just didn't think she had in her to ask him.

"Yes I do… but I…" she said while placing one of her hands in her hair, messing it, it was one of the most beautiful things he had seen in a while. She needed a little coaxing.

"Beth, you what? He asked her while grabbing a piece of her hair and pulling her face closer to him.

"Yes" she moaned, he was grabbing her hair harder and it was turning him on, to show his dominance and strength like that, to fully possess her.

"What do you want?" he asked while searching her face and looking hard at her, he wanted her to feel all of the emotions that were coursing through his blood.

"I want you to hurt me" she answered while looking at his face, he felt his hands squeezing her waist and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Her body was shuddering and he knew she was getting closer.

The words made him get even more hard if that was even possible, made him want her even more. It was chaotic and intense and he couldn't believe she had said those words out loud.

"Beth, I swear to God…" he said as he clenched his teeth and his eyes role to the back of his head, she was rotating her hips right on top of his manly bits and it was driving him insane, he was so hard he thought he was going to cum right on his pants.

She moved her hands to his and placed them on her boobs again. The movement caught him off guard and when she squeezed harder he knew his initial assessment of her has been right, she liked it rough. There was a masochist side to her, she enjoyed dirty, hard, fast sex that mixed pain and pleasure. The notion made him dizzy, this innocent girl with doe eyes whom he was pretty sure was a virgin wanted him to ruin her and by God he was willing to show her, until visions of the fire got to his head, suddenly there were screams and people shouting and he couldn't, he had to stop.

He moved his hand to cover his dick and try in his lust clouded mind to stop this madness, she was a little girl and he suddenly felt too dirty for her. He didn't deserve to have this beautiful girl writhing on top of him, while so many people had suffered and he couldn't do anything to save them. Daryl could feel his body reacting to her but his mind was somewhere else, lost in fire and grievance.

She got turned on even more as she felt his hand between her legs. She was now grinding herself down on his hand as he reflectively gripped himself hard in order to feel some sort of comfort, he was squeezing his cock harder moving his hand in tune with her hips.

"Beth…" he moaned as he tried to stop her hips, as soon as she heard her name she looked at him and bite her lips and dig her nails into his arms hard drawing more blood.

"I'm…yes" she moaned as her body tensed and relaxed as she came on top of him.

He breathed hard and tried to move her, but she wouldn't budge. His cock was straining and she was right on top of him.

"Beth, my dick is hard" he said slowly between clenched teeth. He needed her to move, he was hurting.

She didn't answer quickly and for a moment he though she didn't hear him until her lips came crashing down on his. He didn't move at first, petrified and turned on. Her lips where soft and full and her mouth was moving against him, so he indulged her. His cock was straining and he was kissing her back hard. Daryl couldn't hold it anymore, he wanted her, no needed her to touch him, he took her hand in his and moved it downwards until it reach his pants and he placed it on his cock. Slowly she stared touching him and caressing him, it was the sweetest movement and it was driving him insane. Her mouth moved to his neck and she kissed him and lick it slowly and he moaned.

"Do you like that?" she asked him with a sweet voice while kissing his neck and rubbing his dick.

"I love it" he answered with a moan. His heart was beating hard and his body was ready to cum. She kept kissing him and his body tensed for a second and with an upwards trust to her hand and her mouth on his, he saw white and came hard in his pants with a moan that was swallow by her mouth. He was in heaven for a few seconds and when he suddenly came back, there was a soft body on his arms and a hand tracing circles on his chest with a nose nuzzled in his neck.

"Beth, what are you doing?" he asked with a serious expression, he was asking about the hand on his chest but he was also asking about the actions that had happened between them. He didn't want her to feel bad or even to feel like he had taken advantage of her.

"Yes, I'm fine" she answered still touching his chest and placing various kisses in his arm without answering his question.

"Stop being sweet, I have only care about one person before, and I'm scared for you" he said not making a movement to move but thinking about the only person he had ever care about, and feeling his heart beating fast in his chest.

"I'm not sweet" she answered not commenting on the rest of what he had said but removing her hands from his chest and moving away from him.

He didn't answer he just moved towards her and kissed her. For him, that was more than a goodnight. Sometimes some silences speak louder than actions.

A/N: Sorry for the long A/N, please take the time to read all of it, it would mean the world to me and it might help clarify some things.

Hey! You guys! It's been quite a while, I know. Let me just start by apologizing to all of you, from my heart, I could tell you a million excuses as to why I'm updating this story after almost a year and a half and they would certainly not compensate for not updating, but please know that I'm really sorry. On the bright side I'M BACK! for good, I know I've said it before but this time is real. I've had this story figure it out since forever and I'm not just saying that. I know all the plots and what I wanted to do with this story since I started writing it and most important I knew what I wanted the characters to become, however back in that year I just didn't have the time to update as often, believe me. I could never let go of this story and I would sit in front of the laptop and see the file and think "I have to update this" and right when I was sitting down, something would come up either from work or college, it doesn't really matter at this point, but just know that I've always planned on finishing this story. Things have change A LOT, so long story short, I've stared my master's and I now live in the U.S. by myself, in an apartment, lonely hahaha so I have quite a bit of time. I write for my classes and basically for a living and this story is just part of me. I have said before that when we write we leave pieces of ourselves in our words and it's that personal so I would never leave this story unfinished. Please accept my deepest apologizes to all of you.

Comments:

Things got rather hot didn't they? At this point, you guys know my writing style I like DARK scenes that bring out emotions and honestly it will get more explicit from this point on, but I think it was about time right? I want you to understand that it's not just SMUT, there's a reason why they behave the way they do and there is an explanation to some thoughts on both character that might seem quite rough or hard to digest. The chapter was intense and to some it might be offensive but it serves the plot and also, that's my style, you guys know that.

It's also personal, you guys remember how I always say that we put pieces of ourselves in what we write well, some of the things Daryl says to Beth, the guy I've been seeing (A Russian babe, that I'm completely and utterly head over heels for) has said to me. In order to make it feel real, some of it has to be real; a part of who we are and this is how I write, I don't know how to write another way.

On that note:

1. Did you guys notice how in Beth's nightmare James was completely replaced by Daryl? Tell me your theories about why you think I did that. *Spoiler Alert*

2. There is a certain behavior that Beth exhibits about liking rough things that is linked in a way to her experiences. I would explore this part of her in other chapters. But just know that we each deal differently with our traumas and sometimes they become part of who we are.

3. Daryl in contrast, exhibits a similar behavior but not for the same reasons. I think sometimes two broken persons can actually heal each other, but just because they are on a path to healing it doesn't mean that is love. *Spoiler Alert*

4. The plot has begun and things would start to get darker and rather interesting.

Thanks for everything but mostly for reading me and giving this story a shot, it might seem redundant but it's not, it means the world to me. Please write to me, because I enjoy taking to you guys, getting to know you and also I've miss all of you. Review/Favorite/Follow Insult me, shout at me (I deserve it, It's been a while), I really want to hear your thoughts. And please drop me a line or two I love them. ;) Thanks babes xoxo besos ~ RomanticForever77