This chapter is still NC-17, forewarned is forearmed… Hope you enjoy. Feedback, it is always wonderful.
Chapter Fifty-Five
Darkness binding, path unwinding. Coldness, forever found in your eyes, drowning man, no goodbyes.
It was like a litany that pounded through is head. Ever word like a sharp jagged piece of glass. It tumbled around inside his head, creasing his brow, just waiting to draw a tortured scream from his lips.
Mac had come in to speak with him, but for the time being, the older man was not going to crack him, he may at a later point in time, but right now, he had his rage to draw off and use as a shield against the prying mans insistent demands.
He gave no outward sign that he even heard the other man, he sat statue still, not giving an iota one way or another.
He couldn't remember when his hand had been bandaged, time was a fleeting thing, and while trapped in here, he had lost all sense of time. He could look behind himself to the clock on the wall. But he didn't he the point to it. It wasn't like he had a white knight ready to save him, not like he really wanted on anyway, but he found that time as a whole, was slowly slipping from his fingers.
Something gnawed at his mind, as if some part of him, was even now trying to remember so pivotal piece of information. Like a name or the sound of a voice, but each time he tried to grab hold of that thought or wisp of a gossamer thread, it vanished from his sight.
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Elizabeth wanted to slow the pace down, but she unable to do so. There was nothing more she wanted than for this night to remain. A fleeting thought passed through her mind, but before she even found the strength to articulate it, it had vanished.
They made sweet passionate love, no inhibitions, no time frame, at least that is what they had thought. But in their blissful ignorance, they coupled, consummating the marriage over and over.
Jason's eyes slid down her body, where they finally came to rest on her trim stomach, it hadn't been that long ago that their child had been nestled securely there, it still baffled him, how her body bounced back from the effects of child birth. If you looked closely, had you never known the diminutive woman, you could barely see the tell tale signs that a child had grown to maturity there.
With an aching tenderness that drove her over the precipice of full body contentment, she silently wondered if they had created another child. It was something that she could see in Jason's eyes, she wondered briefly if her own desire's to have more children shone in her eyes. Her wonders were swiftly removed, and in there place, came the bright electric fusion of passion and lust, desire and love.
Her insides flexed against him, drawing out her orgasm. He watched her closely, gauging each movement and action. He could hold on to forever with himself buried deep inside, but yet he so achingly wanted the sweet release that only she could give. He matched her stroke for stroke, their bodies connected, like a opera house orchestra. Their every movement, like a well rehearsed symphony, their breathing accentuating the urgent need for the earth shattering reality of love and passion to come crashing down upon them, not obliterating them, only joining them into one whole.
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Mac ran his fingers through the thick mat of his graying hair. No longer caring whether he looked presentable or put together. He had been at the station or out in the field for over 38 hours. It felt like an eon ago was the last time he had ever tasted the sweet surrender to sleep.
Now as he sat at his desk, drinking another mud-like cup of coffee, hoping that the thickness alone would prove to have enough caffeine to jump start his system with a fresh burst of adrenaline, but the sludgy coffee did not to calm his nerves or his active mind. He was a cop after all, and that mean he went where he was needed, even if he didn't like the rules all the time.
A dark abyss of despair hung over him, calling in a cajoling voice for him to give in to the darkness and to finally let his pain was away. He was lost on a current that threatened to pull him under, but he was not the only victim being tossed upon the mean water's that surged with a duplicity from mother nature. It made no sense to beautify the land and the people in it, when it waited for a time like this to tear it all down. Why build just to destroy, why trust in trust when it could betray, why give wholly to love when love forsakes all natural laws of life and man. Why give to life when life takes what it wants anyway, no matter the cost.
His mind burned with the thoughts of utter despair, for a melancholy quickly over took him, or perhaps it just deepened.
He was raising the daughters of the woman he loved, but she had found like to unpredictable, she gave up without so much as a backwards glance.
He raised girls when he had no clue as to what he was doing, if you looked at Robin, she had turned out well, even if her choice in me was something to be desired. Maxie fought against of laws of man and god and nature, demanding in a strong voice, that the world was her oyster and that she deserved to be a part of that. And the there was Georgie, a follower and a leader, determined to be her own woman, yet timidly standing on the side line.
His eyes slipped shut of their own accord and before he even knew it, he snoring, and loud enough to awaken Fred Flintstone. His dreams, especially after all the tragedy that the small city had suffered through, plagued his mind and dreams, turning what could have been good, pleasant dreams, ones which didn't turn the small amount of perspiration on their body to completely turn icy.
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Max hadn't heard anything for awhile, he had to turn down the music when his ears could finally take no more. His hand hovered for many long moments over the volume control, but after five minutes of silence, he figured he was at least for the time being, in the clear.
He was drawing close to Sonny's home, it looked fortress like in the stark waning silver of the moon, it hulked against the darkened sky, demanding attention and respect, almost like the owner. The only difference, the owner's temper was much more volatile.
Just as he was pulling into the drive, he was forced once again to turn the knob on the radio, unfortunately it wasn't quick enough to shut out the breathy growl as it almost shuddered through the entire car. The rich deep voice was not something he was used to, when Jason normally growled it was for a command or something he desired to be done. In all his time he had never hear a sound quite like it. It was part hunger, desire, lust, passion and another part love. It was everything that he, Max, had ever wanted.
But he realized he picked women who were emotionally and physically unavailable. Perhaps his heart and soul liked the challenge, the specific banter back and forth, the should haves and the could haves, perhaps he was just a masochist who enjoyed the internal torture of loving someone so out of his league.
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Jason no longer cared who heard, he couldn't keep the explosive emotion out of his voice, he had no control. The woman who sat engulfed upon his hardness was slowly killing each and every brain cell that still resounded in his mind. She was like a drug, one you know you should quit, but the sweet, momentary flashes of love and devotion and the unbearable, unquenchable desire that bloomed and radiated through his heart and mind, was something he could not and would not give up. She was his, his Elizabeth.
As the two slowly rode the plain of their spent passion, Jason took the moment to switch their positions. He wanted to be her to be underneath him, he wanted to cause her the sweet agony of teasing. So finally after so long, he pulled himself from her, instantaneously he wanted to pound back into her, claim his woman, making her his and his alone.
But he resisted the temptation, he slowly moved down her naked body, kissing his way as he went, stopping only long enough to pay special attention to her most erogenous zones. He left warm wet patches everywhere his lips connected with flesh.
She knew on some level his lips were traveling lower and lower, but until his tongue flicked out, tasting her very essence, she had not been prepared.
The headiness of the moment over took him, and he plundered her soft flesh, tongue and teeth and hands, worked her, like she was a fine instrument just waiting to be played…
His teeth nipped at the blood enriched nub, only to soothe the ache with gentle kisses and knee breaking laps of his tongue. Not stopping when her hands plunged into his hair, mussing the hair there, more so than any other time. A constant purr emanated from her lips. One moment pushing him closer, to only pull him slightly back.
Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, his name slowly rolling off her lips as if each breath was designed to draw out the moment. Taking him deeper into his desire to pull from her the most amazing, body numbing orgasm possible. He wanted and needed her so badly, but he also wanted to devote an eternity to showing her the heaven she had offered him.
One finger then two, slipped into her searing heat, it was enough to send her over the brink, tumbling down the incline with reckless abandon.
"Jason." Rumbled from somewhere deep inside, his name sounding erotic just from the sheer magnitude of her passion. "Oh… My… God…" She groaned out, before his name was once again whispering through her lips. "Jason."
He wasted not another moment, when her breathing took on a shallower rhythm, he took his chance and plowed into her, stretching and teasing her already over-sensitized body and nerves.
The slow rhythm he chose caused her to squirm in pleasure beneath him. No there was no chance he was going to last long, when every inch of her body demand he move deeper, she wanted to devour the very essence of him, drawing him in, completing the entire circle that was their eternity,
He pushed into her harder and deeper, lifting her legs to gain better access, the gentle hint was all she needed, she swung her legs up over his shoulders, allowing for maximum penetration, and still it wasn't enough.
But it was enough to send him over the same brink, just as his body started to contract, her own orgasm blossomed, and the feeling of him buried deep within, finally, for the moment, sated some of the strong innate passion that had thus, heretofore had been unquenchable.
That is not to say he was growing tired of making love to her, it was not possible, but they were both in serious need of hydration and some sleep. But there was also the fact that the car had stopped. His mind tried to tell him something of importance, but he squashed it down, Elizabeth was his main focus, nothing and he really did mean nothing could change that.
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