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(Don't be insatiable)

Drawing a sharp breath, he yelled in a husky voice, "Get out of here!"    

Startled, she didn't react for a second. Then she wiped her tears and left without a word.    

Opening the cold water, he immersed himself under the icy flood for a while until he had calmed down.    

He was fully aware of his desire inside.  

  'Emily, you are just trying to seduce me!    I will never be trapped by you!' he thought.    

Wrapping his lean frame in a bathrobe, he left the bathroom. Outside, Emily was sitting blankly on the ground. Her eyes were far off and she seemed to be drowning in her own memories.  

He could not help feeling concern for her.    

'Emily, you said that you loved me. But you just love what I was in the past, not what I have become.    

Now, you can't see me as a different person, ' he thought bitterly.    

It was as if he had been weighed and found wanting, and he couldn't help feeling humiliated.    

'I am no-one's substitute! I will never be. Not even for my past self, ' his mind sneered.   

 "Emily, didn't I tell you to get out of here?" he questioned coldly. Walking to her, he took a hold of her collar and pulled her up like a bunny drawn forth for a magic trick.    

She did not struggle, instead she stared into his cold eyes unflinchingly and said, "I want to be with you. I just want to be with you..."    

He was overwhelmed by a dark impulse to punish her then, to strike out at her and leave her broken like a dying rabbit. 

He wanted to see her look at him through swollen eyes, reddened from crying or abuse, he wasn't even certain which. Confusion reigned in his heart!  

He wanted to punish her, kiss her, perhaps even sleep with her so that she would cry for him only...    

He thought that he was the master of his actions, but every time that he saw her, his control suffered a crushing defeat.   

 It felt like the beast chained in his mind was going to break free at any time.    

"So don't regret your words then,"     his husky voice whispered in her ear. 

Suddenly, she was thrown onto the soft bed.    

He didn't give her even a second to think or react as he violently pressed his lips onto hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, twining with hers.    She was forced to accept all of this. Closing her eyes, she tried to respond to him, but tears quietly escaped her eyes like fugitives.  

'Finally he wants to touch me. But why do I feel so sad?    

Maybe it's all because of his impulse and not love?    

Why? Why? Why does everything come to this point?    

What is waiting for us ahead? What should I do?' her thoughts tortured her, even as her body ached for him.    

Deep in the throws of raging passion, he tasted her tears and suddenly calmed down. His heart was in so much pain.    "You don't want this? Then why did you seduce me just now?" he demanded coldly.    

Looking at her pale face, he lost all appetite and he suddenly felt completely helpless.    

Angry, he got up to leave.  

Rising quickly, she locked her arms about his neck and pulled him back down to the bed.    

She kissed him with all of her strength and skills.    

He responded immediately and held onto her waist, murmuring, "You are such a bad girl..."    

'Is this the real you? What on earth do you want?' he thought, his eyes locked onto hers as they passionately made love.   

 Finally, he let go of her before she fainted and he cradled her gently, kissing away her tears.    

Exhausted, she breathed in great gasps of air as she rested her head upon his chest. Her body was sprawled backwards like a beautiful and elegant swan dying in his arms.    

She was alluring to him. He felt starved for her. He needed to devour her to sate his lust.  

Still breathing hard, she came back to consciousness at a sudden sharp pain in her neck.    

He was biting her neck!    

Lost in the moment, he was a vampire who wanted to drink all her life's blood. 

   "Ah..." she groaned and her face twisted in pain, but as soon as he heard her cry out, he relented. His bites became deep kisses within a moment.  

  Like a small dinghy sailing on the roaring ocean, she was lifted and pushed down by the wild winds which blew them forth.    

He was her only sail.    

She dared not let go and did not want to, either.   

 Illusion combined with reality then. She clutched his shoulder tightly and dug her nails into his skin, urging him on.    

Their worries and pain of the past melted into the beautiful and dark night...  

They forgot everything then and both temporarily drowned in ecstasy. Their physical proximity made them fall in love again, it seemed.   


 It was already midnight when Emily woke up.    

She tried to rise, but was reminded by her aching body of the night's deeds. Her body ached everywhere, and she felt the impact of his love on her loins.    

What a crazy night for them!    

She could barely remember what had happened, but the throbbing ache reminded her of the events. Momentarily, she forgot all the past's sorrows again.   

 She considered briefly that there might be some gains to a lost memory. Her heart would then not suffer so dearly, like it did now. Yet, she soldiered on, not wanting to let go.   

 She would not forget Jacob, even though he might remember nothing of their life together, even if he misunderstood, and even if he didn't love her anymore.  

'I will keep our past and memories safe for you, ' she thought sadly.    

Jacob was not there. She struggled to get up but she almost fell down as her numbed feet touched the floor.    

Finally, she stood up and found a T-shirt of his to wear. Her clothes had been torn into pieces during their coitus.    

Then the door opened and Jacob walked in.    

She stood stock still and stared at him like a puppet that needed directions to move.    

He noticed her skinny white feet and his eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Why do you stand there with bare feet? 

Don't you have shoes?" he asked in dissatisfaction.    

She dropped her eyes and searched about the room, before replying in a low voice, "No, I don't."  

Searching around, he also didn't find her shoes, and he considered that they had maybe been kicked under the bed by him. He asked then, "You can go back to bed, or wear mine?"    

Raising her head she looked at him with affection as she hoped that he still cared about her. "I want to wear yours." she said.    

He walked towards her, stopped and removed his shoes, standing there barefoot next to her. Then he said dispassionately, "Here you are."    

Unmoving, she stared at him with large watery eyes as if expecting something more from him.    

Smiling stoically, he asked, "Must I help you wear them? Emily, I warn you: don't be insatiable."  

  She sensed an improvement in his attitude and allowed herself a glimmer of hope.   

 Therefore, she tried to find out where his bottom line now was.  

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