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Here's Chapter 3...god I hope it's up to everyone's standards...I have no idea what I'm doing...:)

Chapter 3

CAROL

She hadn't felt her body on fire in such a long time.

HE had given her body a release that she hadn't even realized that she'd needed.

All week, she would have little flashbacks of them together in the darkness. It happened while she was organizing supplies, clearing walkers or teaching. The worst was at night, when she was alone in her bed. The memories made her want to touch herself, but she always held back...she never gave in...

It intensified when HE was near her. They had kept what had happened between them private. Though, Carol did catch HIM staring at her a few times. Each time she'd blushed. Thinking about how wanton she had been with him...how she had ridden him in ecstasy. Moaned and whimpered and silently begged for him to lose control.

Days after, she'd felt HIS eyes on her as she moved throughout what had once been...Terminus.

Her body would automatically react to his looks. Her nipples hardened and she'd feel an ache between her legs.

It was the days that followed, the days after they'd had sex, that she'd promised herself it would not happen again. She didn't want to hurt him. Carol was unsure of what she could offer him. After all, she wasn't even sure if what she offered was worth anything. Daryl hadn't thought so.

Finally, HE had caught her alone. She'd been cleaning out one of the unused bedrooms. It seemed that it hadn't been used for years. At least, not since the walkers had risen.

He'd walked in and found her struggling with a box. A box that was obviously too heavy for her, yet she'd refused to admit to herself that it was beyond her strength.

He admired that about her. She did not pity herself. She did not plead or beg for sympathy. That made him want to shoulder her pains and burdens even more. He knew he was the man who could do that for her. He'd watched Daryl waiver between her and other priorities. HE had priorities, but they would never interfere with his dedication to Carol.

He had effortlessly taken the box from her, and put it against the wall, with the other boxes she'd been struggling with all night long. After he was done, he turned to her and walked purposely forward.

Carol gasped as she felt him pull her body against his...his hand gently grasping behind her neck to pull her lips onto his...

Carol whimpered. God, she loved this about him. How much he took control, how strong he could be when she wasn't...Especially now. When Carol felt at the weakest and at the loneliest.

THAT MAN

He'd heard the stories about her. How she'd went from the meek and mild abused housewife and morphed into a warrior. Then somehow they'd started characterizing her as a murderer...and then finally to a savior. He found the whole thing fucking hypocritical. It pissed him the fuck off really. Double standards. The fact that HE knew that some men in the group...had been easily forgiven for the same god damn sins she'd been banished for committing in protecting her family...the group...

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life. That fucking pixie cut and silver hair. Fuck! She looked ethereal to him. Touching her the first time had been like touching an angel. He wondered how Daryl had kept his hands off her for so long. His fucking loss...

Of course, he'd heard that she and Daryl were close. That she'd been the one who had kept him from leaving the group in the beginning. That Daryl had been the one who had relentlessly looked for her daughter. A daughter that only a handful even remembered any longer. HE knew that Daryl had saved her life multiple times. That even though he'd left her...when he'd returned with his brother...she'd protected him and comforted him.

He'd never known a woman who cared like that, but he'd be damned not to try to sway those types of feelings and dedication back towards HIM.

HE took her pain into him.

She looked into his eyes and he saw so many unspoken words. Unspoken pain.

He recognized her pain, because he felt it in himself.

He kissed her furiously. When she whimpered, he undid his pants. When she didn't struggle...he pulled hers down. Bending her over the table...he pulled his hard thick dick out. Then he thrust into her. He sighed at how heavenly she felt . Then he started to move...he didn't want to give her a chance to change her mind. When she started meeting him by slamming her ass back onto him...he knew he had a chance.

Leaning over...he whispered into her ear..."Give me a chance...I'll make you forget your pain...I'll make you forget HIM."

Carol gasped. How did this man know her so well. Yet, he still came to her...wanted her...cared for her...she hadn't scared him off?

It made her heart beat faster...thinking someone could care about her unconditionally.

She rewarded him that night. She did things to him that she'd never done to another man before. It made her feel good to not just be Carol...and defined by others, but to be ravished and fucked like the woman she was...

Eventually, they both fell against one another in exhaustion. He caressed her cheek and she smiled at him.

He felt he was one step closer to getting what he wanted...Carol.

To be continued...?

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