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Unwilling Suspension of Belief

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Scene 2: A Dark Mount.

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Max was everything that Logan had dreamed: soft, sweet, spicy, exotic, erotic, and warm. She went up in flames in his arms and took him with her, exactly as he knew she could.

Beyond warm, she was totally hot!

Her hands roamed his body as her lips ravished his mouth and the sheer force of her presence completely overwhelmed Logan, and every shred of common sense he had ever possessed.

She smelled of Joy, his favorite French perfume, an erotic jumble of jasmine, rose, and other rare oils. She tasted like fine Bordeaux and sweetness.

Logan's flesh burned where she touched as surely as if she had left a trail of fire down his arms. He broke into a sweat. He was burning up, despite of the fact that he was rapidly shedding clothing as they stumbled down the hall to his bedroom.

Our bed. Our bedroom.

Logan had every intention of claiming Max in every way imaginable. She was his. He had never wanted anything more. Once Logan Cale set his will to something, it was. He would make it happen. He would make her his.

Mine. My soldier. My Chimera. My lover. My Max. Mine.

Max, thoughts of Max, and sensations from Max, completely overwhelmed him. Expensive things were knocked to the floor, but he didn't care. He couldn't care, not about anything except the woman writhing in his arms.

The cry she gave him as he nibbled on her neck was the most beautiful sound that he had ever heard. When at last, reluctantly they parted a few inches Max seized the opportunity to pull her soft red cashmere sweater over her head and cast it aside, like all their fears and inhibitions. The thin white camisole did nothing to conceal Max's charms, or her dark areola.

Logan moaned and moved to suckle Max's dark nipples through the thin silk. Max's dulcet cry of delight sent waves of satisfaction and wonder through Logan.

Max pulled Logan up to her for a fiery fierce kiss and then tossed him into the center of his bed.

It occurred to Logan, as he saw rather than felt Max removing his shoes and socks, that there were a few things they needed to talk about before this went any farther.

That we should have talked about before we got anywhere near the bed, or naked.

Summoning all his vast courage he told her, "Max, I have some things I need to tell you."

"I hate to break it to you but I've done this before. I know what I'm doing." She grinned up at him but didn't pause her ministrations.

"With someone with a SCI?" Logan asked incredulously.

"SCI?"

"Spinal cord injury." Cold dread began to inhibit the heat of his passion, but failed as quickly and as surely as a snowball in the fires of hell.

"Oh. No, but what does that matter? I'm strong enough for both of us. Want me to be on top?" She pulled off her top, baring herself to Logan's hungry gaze.

When did her pants and shoes come off? Logan was shocked speechless. She was as breathtakingly beautiful as he always imagined. She was everything he dreamed of, here, before him and his for the taking. Logan felt incredibly aroused even though he knew it should be impossible.

The tiny ribbons that fastened her cream colored panties swayed hypnotically, pulling Logan to them. One gentle tug, as automatic as breathing, and the silk slid down her perfect sleek legs, to lie in a heap on the floor with the rest of her clothing.

Logan's breath caught in his throat. A soft moan escaped even his iron control. She looked as stunning as he had always dreamed she would be. Max smiled down at him and allowed him to enjoy the view, which he did, with immense satisfaction.

"You like?" she asked playfully.

Breathless, speechless, Logan could only nod.

"Good," Max said and then descended upon him to capture his lips.

All rational thought fled Logan as Max shattered his calm with the hunger of her kisses. The caress of her lips on his mouth and along his strong jaw and down his neck set every nerve he had left aflame. She nipped at the pulsing hollow at the base of his throat, and then moved down. Logan felt a rush the likes of which he had not imagined he was still capable of when she swirled her tongue around his nipple.

All Logan could do was cry out in ecstasy.

Max was grinning hungrily at Logan as she pulled off his pants. As if a needle had just been pulled across a record, the rhythm that had intertwined them both screeched to a halt. She stopped, puzzled, and looked to Logan for some sort of explanation. He was flaccid.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

A painful knot rose in his throat. It was only his vast willpower that allowed him to push past it to choke out the confession of what he perceived to be his humiliation. "The bad of a blown out spinal cord, Max. It doesn't work anymore. Nothing below the injury line does."

"Nothing?" she asked in disbelief.

"Nothing."

"But … but, Logan, there are automatic … functions down there."

"Not so automatic anymore." A profound sense of inadequacy swept over Logan. The knowledge that he was about to drive Max away from him forever twisted and tore inside of him. Among other emotions that assailed him was a deep sense of shame as he began to explain the new realities of his life, what little was left to him. His anguish would have overwhelmed the control of a lesser man as he watched his beloved Max recoil in distaste.

"I'm sorry," she choked out as she grabbed her sweater to cover herself.

"I can still do things for you Max. I want to … " Logan Cale was once a proud man who had not begged since well before he started shaving, but that was when he was a whole man. "Please."

Max backed away with a look of horror on her face. Shaking her head, she slowly backed away from him.

"Max, don't leave me. Not like this."

"I'm sorry." Max grabbed her clothes and disappeared out the door, out of his apartment and, he was certain, out of his life forever.

"Max!"

I can't believe she just left like that. I always knew she would, and now that it has actually happened I can't believe it? I'm more pathetic than even I imagined.

Logan was left alone, naked, helpless, and cold. He felt a deep, unaccustomed pain deep within his chest.

So this is what it feels like when a heart breaks.

Logan wished that he could be surprised that he'd never felt his heart break when any of the other women in his life had discarded him.

No one was ever close to Max. Nothing I felt for anyone before was this powerful.

Finally, exhausted and bereft, Logan began to sob.

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To Be Continued ….