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AN: This chapter has it all resolution to the UST. Lemme know what you thank!... I mean think.
Chapter 11: Collision course – Reason and Lust.
His husky promise sent an inexpressible tingle all over her body. The breath caught in Lizzy's throat as her sapphire eyes stared undauntedly into the piercing blue of Tom's unyielding ones. At once, she could see how the desire within them engulfed the irises into that dark indigo color that almost seemed black. She shivered in knowing that she inflamed that longing.
Feeling unquestionably perturbed, Lizzy rose to her feet in a brisk motion, keeping the lower part of herself covered from his roving eyes. She damned the shirt in her mind and heartily condemned the owner of it as well. How she hated the predicament she was constantly caught in with this unnerving male.
Keeping the hem of the shirt close to her legs, Lizzy narrowed her reproving eyes to Tom. "Have you always been this insinuating in your advances?" she accused irritably.
He also stood, matching her glare with one of mounting need. "Depends on the woman and location," he breathed sensuously. "If I want her, I take her."
A shiver went through her body. "Sounds very arrogant to me," Lizzy criticized.
His gaze sliced into her like a knife as he observed her steadfastly, his study of her intense and thorough. His tongue skimmed his lips as if anticipating a taste for something exotic. "You don't know much about the pleasures that takes place between a man and woman, though I'm sure you know enough, even with your standards."
Lizzy lifted her chin. "And what do you know about pleasure that doesn't involve pouncing on me all hours of the day? From what I've seen, I'm really starting to doubt that you even know how to truly pleasure a woman, even one with my...standards."
Did she really challenge his pride?
Deep navy eyes glittered dangerously as his face pulled into a scowl. "You really do know how to stab a man's pride."
Her features betrayed her haughty expression. "Years of training."
"From your mother?"
Lizzy stilled at hearing that response. There was one thing you never talked to her about and that was Madeline Saddler. She fought back the tears and calmed her trembling bottom lip. "You don't know anything about her!"
He cocked a dark brow. "Oh, no," Tom replied. "Only that she left her man and lil' girl in the dust to pursue a more...uh...lovin' relationship with one of her lovers? Did I sum that up right?"
Lizzy instantly changed color as he unveiled what he did know of her mother and what was so painful for her to acknowledge. Her mother's behavior was something that she wasn't proud of, but her mother was in a place Lizzy couldn't reach her even if she wanted to. How she wished her mother would regret the life she had left, but what she had remember, her mother left happily.
Tom took her silence as her permission take a couple of steps toward her, attempting to intimidate her. "What makes you think that you ain't got some of your mama's sultry charm, sugar?" he asked. "What you possess makes men like me wanna tumble good and hard with you."
Lizzy frowned as she backed reflexively to the door, now trapping herself as Tom came nearer. How she wished she could melt into a puddle right now. "I possess no such thing," she replied snappishly. "My mother is not open for discussion."
A corner of his mouth lifted thoughtfully. "But you are."
Tom cornered her, forcing the hardness of his body into hers. They exchanged harsh breaths and gazes as his blue shards of ice zeroed upon her lips. His hands came up to frame her heart-shaped face. His forehead came to rest upon hers, the pads of his thumbs stroking her downy cheeks. "What you do to me, Lizzy," he whispered keenly. "I can't...control it."
Lizzy stopped struggling with him physically and began to ask questions that were mentally bothering her. Her eyes widened at his confession of losing his self-control. "Control what?" she inquired in a quivering whisper.
Urgently, he grasped her hand and guided it down their slightly compressed bodies until she was feeling the intimate part of him through his jeans. Lizzy gasped as she felt the instrument that was constantly aroused by her and was ready for her use. Tom groaned gutturally as she squeezed him accidentally while jerking her hand to free it. His lips pressed fervently to the corner of her mouth, the heatedness of his breath searing her cheek. "This...is what you do to me. Never have I lost control before."
Lizzy pulled back to read those hazy eyes glazed with passion. "And you don't like it, do you?"
She knew it was true. Every time he found that they had gone too far, his features displayed something frightful as he condemned them both for their passionate surges.
"No!" he cried fiercely, giving her a firm shake. He gulped, swallowing the thickness forming in his throat as he tried again in a soothing voice. "You deserve somethin' better than the rage I feel inside, but I can't help it...you...God, you feel so good."
His hands left her face, drawing down her body in studied caresses. Lizzy delighted in the path his hands were taking, fastening to her boobs to massage them in measured circles. Lizzy's nipples began to peak beneath her shirt and bore into the palms of his roughen hands. The fabric that thinly protected her body rose steadily as the onslaught of rubbing went on. His lips traced the delicate column of her throat, amusing himself with that structure.
Lizzy tried to fight with one last burst of resistance, albeit a small amount of it. "Please, don't..." she began after opening her eyes against the need quaking within her.
His fingers came to her lips, silencing her and stifling the last of her resolve. Their eyes met, both muddled with the desire that remained between them. "Don't fight it, Lizzy," Tom murmured as he stroked her cheek. "If I frighten you, which I know I do, I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I need you."
She needed him too. The intense burning in her body was consuming and raging. Lizzy answered his kiss with all the passion that was embodied inside her. His tongue instantly sought and conquered the sweetness of her, swirling around her tongue and stroking the roof of her mouth. Lizzy moaned, rubbing her body against his as her tongue lashed out to his.
He drew in her bottom lip, sucking on the plump flesh. Lizzy whimpered as he lifted her arms to encircle his neck. His hands trailed down her arms and back until he encircled her waist. Tom grabbed two handfuls of her bottom, grinding her against him to feel his erection pulsating inside his pants.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the large bear rug in front of the fireplace. He laid her down softly onto the furry mass before covering her with his sizzling body, his mouth instantly seizing hers in another fervent kiss. Lizzy couldn't control her hands as they wandered all over his burly body. It was lean and muscular and his black shirt molded to his torso like a second skin, tucked tightly into his dark jeans.
Lizzy pulled the shirt out of his pants, lifting it enough so that her impatient hands could delve beneath it. Tom released an empowered growl as she felt her way up a sturdy back structured with corded muscles and sinewy skin. He kissed her neck with profound hunger, encouraging moans from her.
Lizzy's hands moved to his front, her fingers crawling to his chest. It was bare without a trace of hair. Her slight fingertips caressed his manly nipples and Tom gasped, giving her chin a sensual bite. "That feels good," he rumbled softly. "A man likes to be stroked like that just like a woman."
His hands journeyed up from her waist to her own breasts, drawing circles around the clothed, throbbing points crowning her aching mounds with avid attention. She jerked beneath him, moaning wildly as she arched her back. Lizzy wanted her nipples in his mouth. She whimpered, telling him without words what his actions was doing to her.
"Do you like that, Lizzy?" he asked huskily.
Lizzy nodded, turning her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. He kissed a trail down to where her shirt shielded the rest of her body. He parted the opening of the shirt and sinuously kissed it, his tongue leaving a damp line in its wake.
Even that wasn't enough. Slowly, Tom urged the buttons out of their slits, leaving two inches of skin revealed. His lips eased down the path of white flesh as each button was undone. He paused briefly at the valley between her boobs, his lips brushing her breastbone before continuing down to her flat stomach.
She didn't stop him as he unfastened the last two buttons, the intimate part of her being shown to him for the first time. His breathing deepened and Lizzy could feel herself seeping more as his eyes locked onto her private paradise.
Slowly, he parted the shirt more until the tails fell to the floor. Though she was on fire, Lizzy was frightened at the look that crossed his features. She had never seen the desire strike him so strongly. She quivered inside and out.
"Open your legs, Liz," he cooed softly. "Lemme see you."
Keeping her eyes fastened upon the animation on his handsome face, Lizzy bent her legs at the knees before opening them. An anguished groan emerged from his lips as those azure eyes lightened in anticipation. Lizzy moaned at the thought.
Tom eased onto his stomach, his face half a foot from her sopping nether lips. She was straining to see what he would do. Strong facial muscles twisted, his eyes closing briefly to inhale her. He sighed as if he was in heaven. "More, Lizzy."
She did as she was asked, hearing yet another groan. "God, watchin' you do that is like watchin' a rare flower bloom." His forefinger stroked a long caress down the puffy line that only needed so much force to open even more. "So beautiful."
Lizzy's body wrenched at the foreign but very manipulative touch. His finger came back and traced the opening again, but halted at a place that made the breath catch in her throat. She moaned as he circled it with slight pressure. "I found your love button," he throatily grunted. "That's all I need to do. Push it and you're mine."
And he did push. The act made Lizzy thrash about, her head turning from side to side upon the soft carpet lending its support. She dislodged the shirt that had kept her tits mostly covered; now almost everything of her was sacrificed to his eyes.
However, he seemed more engrossed with the lower half of her body, though his ears could detect the harsh breathing and rasping whimpers of developing passion. "You're so responsive," he replied before grabbing her hand. "Feel how wet you are?."
He took her fingers and urged her to touch the edge of her womanhood. The action was such a turn on that Lizzy could have screamed. "You feel that?" She nodded. "That's the passion that's coming from you. Your desire. It shows me how much it's gonna take for me to satisfy hunger."
Tom sucked her damp fingers into his mouth, licking the substance from her weeping nether region cleanly. She groaned, looking down to see the slow, sinful smile curving his mouth. His gaze held conniving promises of things he could show her. Lizzy wanted to know them all.
"Tom," she moaned throatily. Lizzy wasn't ashamed anymore. She was willing to beg him to do whatever he wanted to her, just as long as the throbbing pain racking her body would disappear. She wanted a resolution to her sexual tension she wouldn't even care if someone is truly making a scandalous movie of her, all she shamelessly wanted at the moment was a relief from pent up sexual tension. Her hands reached for him, her back arching and the pink points of her nipples darting toward him.
"Easy, sugar," he said in this odd, cooling voice. "We have all night and I don't wanna rush this time with you. I wanna savor..." His eyes roamed freely over her uncovered body. "...every sweet inch of you."
Her sapphire eyes glimmered in the reflection of the firelight, her body warm and toasted in more ways than one. She observed as his head lowered closer to her aching sex, feeling the hot breath passing from his lips and striking her. His hair graced the inside of her legs, almost tickling her as his mouth neared her. She panted aloud, waiting with deep anticipation of the decadent feel of his mouth on her delicate core.
A noise alerted them both to attention. Lizzy opened her eyes to find Tom covering her body fully; his eyes wary like a deer during hunting season. She saw with dread how his passionate side vanished in flames, the hardcore Marine persona resurfacing as if their exploration never took place.
It never failed. Somehow or other, they were stopped from almost making love. If she was in a better mood, she would have been thankful for this interruption, but the ache in her wasn't so grateful. Lizzy could hardly believe that she was still enthralled with what had just happened. It had never happened to her before and she was spellbound by this man she thought she hated. Not anymore. She wanted him now more than anything.
She frowned as she looked up at him. "What..."
Tom brought a finger to his mouth. "Shh...stay here."
He rose and walked over to his dresser to grab a gun. Lizzy's eyes widened at the weapon she hadn't seen since he came to her house the night Thornton tried to rape her. Tom cocked it and threw her a grave glance before leaving the room. Lizzy covered herself without buttoning the shirt again as she was left to stew in solitude. She attuned her hearing to the pops of the fireplace until he came back a couple of minutes later. His expression was dark as sin as he carried something in his left hand.
"What was it?"
"More like who," he replied. "It was a Good Samaritan." Tom held up the object he brought with him. "Does this look familiar to you?"
"My scarf," she exclaimed. "But how..."
"When you tried to plan your great escape, you left this in the woods."
Lizzy teased her bottom lip. "Was it wise to open the door? What if...?"
Tom shook his head against the accusation that died in her throat. "He's a local up here. I know him."
Lizzy sat up, holding the large shirt closed. She ran a hand through her hair to pet down the flying strands. "Oh."
His eyes lit upon her, studying her thoughtfully for a split second as if deciding what to do with her. Lizzy could tell that Tom had no intention of rekindling the passion that took place moments ago, but residing deep in his eyes was regret and anger.
Sensing her appraisal of him, Tom immediately shadowed his feelings to forbid her to ever know what was his true regard for her.
"Let's get you to bed, sweet thang," Tom replied. Lizzy was surprised by his statement and her gaze snapped to his. He chuckled wryly. "I didn't mean for that. I mean for you to get some sleep."
Lizzy scowled. "It's not even nine and you want me to sleep?"
The look Tom wore proved that he stood firmly in his decision. Lizzy couldn't hide her disappointment and Tom decisively ignored it. "If you wanna go to sleep, fine, but I gotta fix you back to the bed."
"What, don't you trust me?"
Darkened eyes swept her body in a licentious gaze of utter hunger, giving Lizzy a sliver of hope. "Not as far as I can throw you, sweet thang. Damn it, I'm barely trustin' myself right now."
He lifted her body effortlessly from the floor and carried her toward the bed. Managing to draw the coverlet back without dislodging her from his arms, he settled her down on the downy mattress. Tom withdrew the handcuffs from his pocket and fastened her back to the bed. He checked to see if they were secured before he turned from her and headed toward the door.
Lizzy frowned. "Where are you going?"
"I have work to do," he called over his shoulder before turning partially around to look at her. The shadows and wicked gleam of light projecting from the fireplace enhanced his handsome features that Lizzy had to bite back an urgent sigh of want. But even in that face, the conflict was evident and Tom turned away as he caught her look of eager need resurfacing. "I'll be back," he managed in a calm voice. "Don't wait up."
And he was gone, her cries for him to come back falling upon deaf ears.
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Just a few more seconds and she would've been calling his name. Perhaps that interruption was a godsend to stop him, but Tom saw it as a pain in the ass.
The memory of her hot curves enraptured him as he stared spellbound into the night. For the love of mercy, Elizabeth Saddler, the impossible hellcat who could've killed him wanted it. Hell, begged him for it.
Tom swore as he cleaved the piece of wood in two. What she was doing to him wasn't healthy. He was outside in the snow with his chest bare and his axe swinging to take his mind off her. But the frigid weather wasn't quite doing its job. The hunger resided deep within him and he still wanted her. He had to draw upon all his strength to stop himself from marching into the cabin and joining her in bed.
Tom placed another piece of wood on the chopping block and sliced it down the middle. Hell, at the rate he was going, they would have a substantial quantity of wood to last them ten years. She festered in his mind and body like a disease that he couldn't cure himself of.
Releasing another frustrated snarl, he repeated his routine, only to have the handle snap in two. Tom used every blasphemous word in the book as he threw the handle in aggravation. It had been at the cabin since he first came there as a little boy and he just broke it out of lust and anger. It wasn't a good combination of feelings to have at one in the morning.
He had tried everything he could think of as a remedy. He had taken the longest shower in his life after he tried to drink her away. Both failed miserably. Her scent lingered like a specter in the air and surrounded him like a fog. And like a lighthouse, she kept guiding him to her port.
Tom swore again as he retrieved his shirt and threw it over a broad, structured shoulder. He reentered the house, edgy of what he could do. His grandfather had always said to stick it out like a man. However, Conrad Keen couldn't tell his grandson how to solve a problem like Lizzy.
He should stay far away from her after what almost happened. It was better for him to just sleep elsewhere. Although it was closer to his room, sleeping in hers was like him sleeping beside her. Her scent embedded in the fabric would trigger him off. He'll just have to settle upon the couch.
Despite that the cabin had four other bedrooms, Tom was aware that being on a bed would constantly remind him that Lizzy should be there writhing beneath the driving force of his body. Sleeping on the couch wasn't a much better choice, considering that it could also cushion Lizzy's sweet body beneath him, but staying on the couch with his profound desire for her would only keep him alert.
Tom went to the hall closet, searching for blankets that would cocoon his already burning body. Though he wished for the warmth to come from Lizzy rasping her lush curves against him, he had to settle for what he could get.
He glanced down the long hallway that led to his slightly bright bedroom. The fire was still going, though it was now more of embers and sparks. Perhaps he would check on her, if only to see if she slept comfortable with the handcuffs.
Tom gracefully moved down the hallway in sleek, silent steps, like a panther on prowl. He peeked in, witnessing her form beneath the coverlets and sheets, wrapped in sleep and dream. The moonlight glowed around her, conflicting from the almost satanic glow lingering from the fireplace. Tom moved forward, reaching her side. He silently watched her sleep, monitoring the way her chest steadily moved up and down.
Even in sleep, her subtle beauty and sweetness attracted the hell out of him. To think that in that very room by the fireplace, she had been yearning for his touch, his kiss. And he gave her what she begged for. She had the charm, though she didn't use it to her advantage. It seemed as if she didn't know how until he coaxed it out of her with a stroke of his fingers or the grace of his lips.
Lizzy moaned slightly, turning in bed. She never fastened the shirt again, part of it opened and revealing the valley of her breasts and the shadows in between. His eyes narrowed like a beam onto that very place, tempted to dive head first into her shirt and suckle her breasts like a starving man.
Tom stopped himself from shuddering too loudly for her to take notice. Another confrontation was something he couldn't deal with tonight. The night hours were beginning to wane, and by morning, he would be able to do outside chores to avoid any contact with her. He just needed to last until dawn.
As he perceived this slumbering angel, the desire slowly began to rise to higher degrees. Tom knew it was in his best interest to leave. He walked to the other side of the bed instead, tossing his shirt onto a nearby rocking chair. He lifted the covers and eased himself in carefully beside her.
His breathing blew past his lips as comfort came back into his body. She didn't stir, only did a slight twitch of her head as she snuggled it back into the pillow. Tom couldn't understand why he felt this way when he knew damn well where he should be. His body belonged on the couch in the living room, playing remote bodyguard, but for the sake of him, he just couldn't find the courage to leave her.
Tom placed his hands behind his head and glanced up to count the ceiling tiles as he did as a little boy when sleep eluded him. It was the best thing he could do, since his mind refused to develop any thoughts about sheep jumping fences. He tried that a couple of times and he always seemed to chase them away with a gun, threatening to make lamb chops out of the whole of them.
As his eyes drifted closed, his nose breathed in sweet vanilla, soothing his brain to a realm of dreams that he hadn't been to since childhood. Nightmares stayed at bay, the only images flickering in his mind were those of Lizzy, guiding him safely through the darkness, their lovemaking his salvation from the horrendous apparitions of the past.
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This had to be one of the greatest dreams Tom has ever imagined. He was surrounded by the slickest and hottest sheath upon Earth. Hell, it felt as if he had died and was now in the arms of the most beautiful angel. Her cries beneath him were damn near to heaven. She was all around him, her precious scent drowning him in a sea of dire yearning.
Tom was thinking that it was a sin for her to be so tight. Her muscles clenching him firmly that the movement of her clinging tissues nearly drove him to madness. He was concerned about whether or not to continue. However, even though he knew it was but another dream, he sure as hell wanted it to last as if it was real.
Slowly, he inched his aching erection into her damp cove. Tom gritted his teeth to keep back his moans. Her eyes were closed, thankfully, for he didn't want her to witness exactly how much sensual pain she subjected him to, but he was sure that she could feel him shudder. It was so hard to keep himself together. Tom was sure he would explode inside her without giving her the pleasure she needed from him. That was mandatory, to seek her pleasure before his own.
He had to.
He shoved those selfless thoughts aside and buried himself confidently to the hilt, grunting at the snugness she offered. However, Tom wasn't sated long before the warning bells sounded. Tom's eyes snapped open, alerted awake to cries of pain. They weren't of passion as his dream had assumed. His gaze fastened to the closed eyelids of Lizzy, her face scrunched as the tears trickled.
Oh, shit, was all he could manage in his cloudy thoughts. He was afraid to even look down their bodies, yet he didn't have to. As sure as he was a man, he could feel which part of him was connected so profoundly with her and his skilled fingers were not to blame this time. Tom was, under seriously discomforted consequences, deep inside the woman of his utmost desire. Without a doubt, having her surround all of him was like heaven, but she was determined to make it hell.
Lizzy screamed uncontrollably, tugging at the handcuffs. If she was free, she would be hitting him with balled fists until he backed off. She bucked her hips outrageously to unseat him, but she was only making the situation worse. Each shift of her body jolted him, his manhood edging back and forth within her. Tom nearly choked on his desire as he attempted to pacify his lust.
He grabbed a hold of her upper arms, pinning them down until the point that they almost hurt. Lizzy was still determined to flounder her body, her pelvis arching into his. Tom fought his need with everything he had.
"You bastard!" she bawled at the top of her lungs. She sobbed, monsoons of tears pouring down her marble white visage in numerous rivulets. The sight nearly wrenched Tom's caged heart out. "You bastard!" she cried again. "You bastard! You bastard! You bastard! Get off!"
He shook her, getting her to stop her fits for a minute. He was still bewildered and sure as hell didn't have a clue what was going on. "Stop it!" he grated with another emphasized shake. "Just...don't move. You'll only make it worse."
Her eyes lifted to his, those eyes, which had melted into cobalt blue pools, were full and luminous with the threat of unshed tears. "Worse?" she replied incredulously. "You hurt me!"
Tom's eyes searched hers before accidentally nudging his hips forward. Lizzy cried out in pain, the tightness of her hot sheath whirling his mind. Then it finally dawned on him. His eyes widened to hers in a hard, icy gaze, his face telling of disbelief. "Holy hell! You're a goddamn virgin!"
All that fire and passion came from a virgin? All that time, he thought she was experienced in some way, to at least been with a man just once. Virgins weren't expected to show such passionate desire. Not as strong as the waves Lizzy radiated every time he touched her. Tom's anger surfaced, more at himself for not seeing it sooner.
"Goddamnit, why didn't you try and warn me off?" he barked irritably.
Lizzy frowned at him as she sniffled. "What difference would that have made?"
What difference would it have made? Though he stayed far away from the inexperienced, this was an uncommon exception. Lizzy's virginal state only made her more appealing in his eyes. Hell, he was still as hard as granite nestled between her legs. She might have been a virgin, but the thought only turned him on to a higher level to know that he was the first, not the lucky bastard who would have her as his wife later in life. His bed warmer and comforter. The mother of his children.
Tom shut those thoughts out, determined not to think of them anymore. Her future was not his concern, but he couldn't excuse the nagging fact that it bothered him like hell.
"Damn it all, I don't like beddin' virgins," he grumbled. "Never have."
"Well, you just bedded your first," she retorted with soft sarcasm. "Congratulations."
Tom's jaw clenched at the pained scorn flowing from her. "It damn sure was by accident."
"I think you're deformed."
Tom lifted a brow in misunderstanding as his eyes locked onto her in a curt but serious study. He wasn't sure if he should be angry for her insult, but he kept his steam beneath the collar. "Deformed?"
"It should be against the law for a man like you to develop into such a size. You're stretching and hurting me. Take it out."
Tom almost smiled, but with him being in pain, it was hard to manage even to lift a corner of his mouth. It was absolute anguish to keep his hips still. God only knew that he wanted to rock them until she screamed for him in throes of passion. However, Lizzy's pain was to be expected. He was the first ever to enter her, and her accepting him would be demanding.
"I was blessed with some damned good genes," he replied in a warm voice. "Most men of my background ain't got it this good."
Tom was trying to shed a bit of humor, though it was shortly overrated. The look on Lizzy's face was far from smiling. She had stopped crying, but her eyes still shone like the virgin moonlight upon an open sea. "How can you joke at a time like this?" she said as her facial features twisted in anger. Tears of irritation spilled forth as she attempted to throw him off again. "You've had your fun, now leave me alone!"
Tom seized her hips, his fingertips burying themselves into her flesh to stop her. "Don't...move. Damn it, girl, when I say don't move, I mean it. We already had one accident involvin' your disobedience. I don't want another to occur."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm tryin' my damnedest not to come inside you!" he gruffly responded.
Lizzy froze, her sapphire eyes glittering in the moonlight. She looked so ethereal that Tom was having second thoughts about this scenario being real at all. He didn't even fathom that this was how they would come together in their first meeting of flesh. But he just noticed how his pants were down enough to admit his manhood breathing room. As for Lizzy, the shirt was parted enough to crush her naked breasts against his chest. How could he miss those sweet nipples poking against his skin?
And those searing points told him what she couldn't admit aloud. She was aroused and wanted him to finish what they had started hours ago. He felt himself swell inside her, his manhood struggling to expand the walls of her sex. Lizzy released another sob, startled by the feel of him growing within her.
"Stop! Please, get off of me!"
Tom freed her arms and grabbed the sheets beneath her, wringing them in his hands to fight his control. "I can only stop myself for so long," he admitted between clenched teeth. "I can't leave it like this. Lemme make it up to you, sugar, and allow you to feel us joined together."
"I feel it," she gritted. "It's unbearable."
"Just give it a few more moments and I promise upon my life that the you'll feel nothin' but pleasure."
Her sapphire eyes flashed. "I don't care! You've hurt me and there can't be any pleasure from whatever is probing inside me. Just take that...monster of yours and shove it into a light socket!"
Tom blinked at the impact of her voice and words. Hell, it couldn't be as bad as she was proposing, but then again, what experience has he had with virgins? Not a hell of a lot, but if they were all as hysterical as this one, Tom would remain as far away as distance would allow. Hell and brimstone was all they brought.
As cautiously as he could manage, Tom pulled steadily out of her, already missing the hot tightness of her womanhood enveloping him. His arousal was slick with her unique honey, though she didn't want to admit that she was becoming accustomed to his unusual size. He hovered over her, staring at the curve of her cheek since she had her head turned away from him in defiance.
How could he make things right? He knew he couldn't. Tom couldn't give her virginity back, although he would loved to go back in time and erase the foolish move of getting in bed beside her. It was wrong from the first, yet he followed through with it.
Tom shifted his face closer until his breath blew upon her cheek. "Lizzy?"
Lizzy sniffled, burying her head into her arm to hide her face. "Please, just go away."
"Lizzy..."
"Please?"
Her voice was diminutive and beseeching. It was but a small request, but a huge effort on his part. However, Tom just didn't want to leave. The rightness of their bodies just made him want to debate the fact that they were compatible, but she would still condemn him. He took her virginity, though it was entirely by accident. These things were sacred to some women, especially those who were saving it. Lizzy was probably saving it for the man she wanted for her husband. That was somebody Tom sure as hell wasn't going to be.
Delicate things, these virgins. Their purity couldn't be taken by force, but given freely in order to earn their respect. Tom had just lost the respect she had for him, if any.
He got up from the bed and turned to her while he zipped up his fly. Even with the belief of his leaving, she still refused to look at him. Nevertheless, Lizzy moved once Tom was walking out the door, burying her face back into her arm, and her cries of woe chased after him down the dark hall.
PS: Next update soon, no promises though!.
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