Need a refill cause I just can't get enough
I've got a fever, oh yeah, and the prescription's love
So lay the truth on me
Cause that is all that I need
Love Addict – Family Force 5
Rafe's hands were always strong to me. Were always what I needed to get myself through the day. His kisses meant more to me than anything else in the world. Always left me softly waiting for more, until my gates would burst forth in passionate love. He was my master and protector, guiding me through waves of pleasure and sweet pain that dictated that, yes, I was alive. More so than I had ever been.
With svelte grace he would move within me, slow strokes that would caress and intensify my feelings tenfold. I clung to him like a lifeboat, never fearing that he would fail. In my heart, a swift burning would rise and envelop me in a passion so strong that I could do nothing but scream out his name repeatedly like a mantra of the Tibetan monasteries. Rafe, Rafe… His love was of an angelic sort that left me craving more. His sex was mine and mine alone and he always left me satisfied in our bed.
So it was no different of a morning when I awoke on Christmas day from our love making to see him staring out a window at Paris snow above. "Love," I ventured to try to break his trance on this beautiful morning, not knowing what lingered on in his heart. Whether it is the war that destroyed us once but never again, or our daughter, growing so swiftly.
Rafe's head turned slightly and he smiled. A smile I had seen plenty of times, but not from him. From Erik. The smile that said 'I have a secret, and no man will find it for it is buried in my heart and I am determined to die with it'. A smile that thoroughly scared me as he walked out of our room. I could swear behind him, he looked exactly like the Phantom.
(Rafe P.O.V)
Winter, it was pure beauty to my eyes. Just like her, laid out on the sheets in front of me. Her snowy white body draped in her blackish brown hair. Those grey eyes pierce and tantalize as she would watch me move around her luscious curves. Her breast fit my hand and mine alone. I was sure of that. Her "womanly area" shyly hid behind a small piece of the blanket and I deftly would move it aside and please her all day if she would let me. But instead her soft sighs of her dreams were the only sound in the room as I thought over her body.
My arousal rose in my body and I stared at her mouth, a rounded pink 'O' of happiness from the pleasure I had given her before she had fallen into deep sleep. The round still smelled of sex when I realized, that no matter how many times I dived into her glorious core, I would always want more. I would make love to her constantly if her body would hold up to the constant strain. Her love and her desire were all that kept my heart beating. If she decided for even a split second that she no longer wanted me, it would kill me. My body would act of its own accord and go to the top of this damn opera house and fling itself off the highest tenement.
I only wanted her love, was it that damn bad? Was it enough that Madeline had pulled me off the battlefield to threaten me about stealing away her daughter? A daughter, mind you that she just wanted to create into a whore from a young age. Noemi, she would never be something that a man could appreciate in a single night for a couple francs. She was a lifetime treasure, something only a husband could love.
A husband… Something that I wasn't. Something I would become in time.
"Love?"
Oh my darling if only you knew the happiness that will become you. I thought with love in my soul as I walked out of her room.
(Madeline P.O.V)
The carriage bounced around as I peered along the French country side. My demon son and failure daughter hiding in some opera house in France. Scum, that's all they were. Just like their father who had left when Noemi was still shitting green. The bitch would never have anything good about her; it was in her genes to fail. My hand clutched a knife closer under my skirt.
The soldier of hers said they had conceived a child together, that it was among the most protected child of all Paris. That was the very child I would take out my revenge on. For what else could I use to get my point across but a "helpless, defenseless child"? No, this child was not defenseless if it was truly a Destler. This child would be the most powerful if it was at home, being trained by me. For female beauty, intellect, and cunning were a Destler's true traits. Traits that would make the perfect assassin.