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She felt the languid haze of passion fog over her brain like a cloud. Instantly his mouth was on her, tasting her. It seemed so odd for him to want her. She was much, much too young.. She moaned into his mouth as his hands worked on snaking their way up her shirt. She gave a soft moan, low and erotic. She'd never felt anything like this before. He could barely touch her and she was lost. .
She moaned as he got more intense and pulled her shirt up, stroking her breasts. She looked around, trying to slow down her breathing. She felt as if she was running a never ending race. She ran her hands up his back, needing, wanting the feel of his flesh against her. He obligied and pulled his shirt off, allowing her more access to his body.
She stroked his abs idly and he kissed her breasts, suckling them until she was whimpering, trying to force words to come out of her mouth. As he flashed her a cocky grin, she felt his hands go down to her loose pants and she bit her lip, trying to stop herself from almost screaming at the contact. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, bracing herself as he slowly touched her, his fingers stroking at her, trying to coax a response from her. She issued a low moan as his finger entered and stroked her so knowingly; as if he knew just what she loved. She moaned and thrashed her head back onto the pillow, trying to get the release she wanted.
She moved her hips up to his palm, instinctively and cried out as she came, then her mouth was covered with his. She twisted under his embrace, loving the feel of the hot, sweaty flesh against one and another. She licked his lips, tasting him, then watched him through heavy lidded eyes as he took off his pants. Her eyes widened as she saw him, he sure as hell measured up for her. She fiddled nervously with her hair, watching him.
" Don't get nervous now, we're not even at the best part yet." He grinned and slowly positioned himself above her.
She groaned at the first contact of him entering her. She gasped as he filled her completely, fitting together like two pieces in a puzzle. She felt her eyes start to roll back in her head, then she was whimpering as he thrust into her, slow and steady, making sure she could take all of him.
"Jeff…" She purred out his name, barely forming the word. She gripped her fingers into his shoulders and dug into them with her nails, the contact becoming too much, too fast, but she loved it. She screamed each time he thrust into her harder, almost reaching the point. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she senselessly moaned, everything almost becoming a great white light.
Screaming his name, she caught his eyes. Silver pools of shadow, purple radiance locking, looking, searching for something. Then he came, a low guttural moan, and brought them both from a sanctuary only just reached, back to earth in one final plummet.
***
"Oh god, oh no." Anna walked around in circles around the couch. "I... With Jeff... Oh no.... oh shit…" She started to rub her hands back and forth on her shirt.
The door opened and slammed and Jeff walked out, black silk boxers and bloody bandages on his arms. "Hey beautiful."
She stared.
"Annabelle?" He looked over at her. "What's wrong?"
"I… we… uhm…" She looked around quickly. "Nothing, nothing… I'm just… you know."
"Oh." His face fell flat and then shrugged. "Don't worry about it, it's nothing."
"WHAT?" Anna felt a sharp pain in her heart.
Jeff sighed. "I didn't mean it like that, Annabelle."
"Well that what did you mean by it?"
"I… well…" He started to look at the floor. "Sex is just… sex."
"So it was just sex to you then?" Anna's voice started to raise.
"Anna… you know what I'm saying." JEff gritted his teeth.
"No, I don't, so enlighten me."
***
Raven and Chrissy looked at the two screaming from outside. "Did we ever do that?"
"Probably." Chrissy shrugged. "I don't really remember. I mean… some parts of my life are still fuzzy. She… she looks like me."
"I know."
"I can't believe that's Jeff… he looks so… old." Chrissy sighed. "But I guess am I too?"
Raven rolled his eyes. "Look at me, Christina. I'm old."
She smiled. "You're not. You're perfect." She leaned into his arms. "Do you think… do you think that I'll get to meet her?"
"I hope so. She's wonderful."
***
You just wait Annabelle. You're going to be mine and there's nothing you can do. Mallory was a mistake. It was to be you, my Annabelle. You're going to be perfect for me. I'll take you away from that man. He doesn't deserve you. He never will.
He laughed as he watched the two from the outside, smiling to himself and thinking of all the ways to kill Jeff and to keep his Anna. Always his, to pay for Christina's death. Christina… if he could have her, if only she hadn't died. He would kill Raven because he was responsible, and take Anna. The only link back to his love, Christina.
TBC….
A/N: OOH look at the stalker. :P Yes, we all know Christina isn't dead, but he doesn't know that, does he? Anyways, yeah, so I updated and there might be another chapter sometime soon. If you haven't, go check out my new story, Cracked Tiles, which kicks some fucking ass! Thanks to all of you that reviewed, you make me happy! : )
-Saphi
