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Chapter 3
His body hummed, the blood was singing in his veins, every nerve in his body was on fire.
In spite of his powerful orgasm just a few minutes ago, Daryl felt a stirring in his groin again. He wasn`t young anymore, but he recovered soon. Praise the Lord.
Kissing Carol, letting his hands roam over her gorgous body, feeling her hands and lips on his skin, it made him craving for more.
Now, that he had had a taste of her, he wanted more...more...more.
He wanted all. All that she could give. And he didn`t want to let her go. Never.
Their kisses became more urgent, deeper and Carols delicate fingers stroked him to full hardness again. Daryl couldn´t wait, to be inside of her again. He wanted to dive in deep blue water (deep and endless and full of wonders, like Carols beautiful eyes!) and never come up for air again.
With one hard thrust he buried himself into Carol. Up to the hilt. Her slick channel welcoming him.
The air was chilly, the fire forgotten, hours ago, but their bodies were covered in sweat. Both of them were panting.
They needed to bo close to another. Closer than ever before.
It was impossible to say, were Daryl`s skin ended and Carol`s began.
They were one.
Daryl felt the need to claim her (damn`d Joe!), to mark her as his.
He pounced into her in a maddening pace, harder, faster than before. He wanted to reach places in her nobody ever reached before. Her hips met every of his thrusts`, their rhythm was intense, yet beautiful.
"More!" she panted, her breath hot against his throat. She wrapped her long legs around him, her heels pushing his ass further into her.
He came up on his knees, lifted her hips and slammed into her.
She arched into his touch, this time there was no sweetness nor tenderness, it was fucking, claiming, mating.
Carol reached her peak with a sharp cry on her lips, Daryl followed moments later.
Carol felt boneless, out of breath...utterly happy.
She knew, he had to go, go to a war, that wasn`t hers anymore. And that was OK for her.
She was struggeling with her former decissions and still needed time to heal.
But now she was aware of the certainty of Daryl`s love.
There was hope. For the first time in ages, she felt a spark of hope.
Maybe everything would turn out okay.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Later, they prepared some food...together.
They ate...together.
It was a domestic scene, like from an old movie.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
And when Daryl took his backpack and his crossbow and kissed her like she never was kissed before, it didn`t feel like a goodbye for both of them. It felt like a promise, like an oath.
He walked out of the door, turned around - and ran into Carol`s arms again. Holding her, never wanting to let her go. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, took a deep breath - and walked away.
"Watch out for yourself", he said.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
How often can you say goodbye to those you love?