Taken... By The Hunger

Lynden's climax came upon her fast, and he held her close, never flagging in his pace as she thrust hard against him. Softly, she cried out, clinging to him so sweetly that he felt again the tears of love and guilt spring unbidden to his eyes as she crested, and called out his name from far, far away. So near, so powerful... the pleasure rolled through his gut, then rose up to pull him under its rich, churning depths. With an incomprehensible yell, he came in a rush, capped off by one last powerful thrust. For how long the exquisite torture lasted... he did not know. But his seed spilled inside her in several pro-longed contractions. He had yet until now to experience an orgasm of such intensity and duration. She would be death of him yet. But oh... such a sweet death that would be.

Long moments later, he dragged himself from atop her and rolled to one side of Lynden's bed and lay limply across her sheets. Now sated, he should have been fatigued, but he was far from it. His mind began to taunt him. Lynden. Dear heaven, for all her worldly experience, her feminine wiles - she had yet something of the innocent about her! But there was no mistaking what he had done. What she had yield to. Its significance did not escape him. And now, he had maybe taken something precious from her. And he wondered... maybe in the ugliest, most brutish of ways, too. Deeply ashamed, he shifted to one side to stare at Lynden.

She lay perfectly still, her eyes shut. Slowly, she drew one hand down her face, but the reality did not change. He was still there. Beside her, she felt him tremble. "Are you sorry?" she spoke without opening her eyes.

"Oh sweetheart. Lynden," he whispered, evading her question. "What have we... what have I done?" He levered up higher, and looked down at her. Had he harbored any doubt at all, the evidence her being 'taken' was seen in the flush of her skin, the disarray of her hair, the tears in her eyes, and the scent of their lovemaking still in the air.

"What have we done?" she echoed softly. "I think what we set out to do, long ago. What came so naturally from the heart... and came from learning each other's heart. And perhaps not changed?"

"Lynden," his voice was pleading. "Why didn't you tell me? What kept you from it?"

She rolled into him then, and suddenly he could see the unshed tears pooling in those cool, pale-blue eyes. "Do you know, I think I did," she softly protested. "I told you everything, not so very long ago. I love you so very much. But I'm afraid of losing myself to you. Perhaps, I'm better off alone. Do you recall that?"

He could only stare at her, and Lynden continued. "No. Of course you don't, she answered dully, her head falling back onto her pillow. "You continued to pursue me, blind to the question. But if I did not... choose to be a willing partner that is, it was my decision."

"Oh, Lynden!" he softly cried, rolling into her, and dragging her ripe body against him. "Real love doesn't take... it frees one another to be both who they are... and hope to be. I only ever wanted to set you free... to lift you up. But, just tell me. Do you... can you... still hope for reconciliation... equality in love for us?"

"Don't speak to me of that." She said quietly.

He rolled onto his back and dragged an arm over his face. "Damn it," he whispered hollowly. "I'm going to pay for my sins this night in the worst way, right? And rightfully so." When she did not respond, he continued. "In light of what I knew, I had no choice but to believe, Lynden, that you willingly abandoned me."

He rolled back to one elbow beside her. "That you surrendered our dreams - those of which I thought we were building together - in favor of something or someone else." He offered in a hush voice with some notable fear. "I convinced myself you must have done so, else you would have fought harder for us. We've wasted so much time. No matter how far you shoved me away, no matter what you've done, I have never stopped loving you." He kissed her again, and drew her closer still.

"I'm not sure that I'll ever fully understand you," she insisted, but she snuggled into his embrace. Her head cupped by his shoulder, and one leg and hip crossed over his in an intimate embrace. He was winning her, perhaps. But he was almost afraid to hope. He sighed into her air. "Look, Lynden. I'm oh so sorry for some of my assumptions made without knowing better of you. But I'll not lie and say I'm sorry for the outcome. I know we have things to sort out. I tried to say as much... many times in the past."

She stared up at him, unblinking. His mouth curved a little bitterly. "Yes, Lynden. A part of you is justifiably angry. Can you trust me to make it right? Can you set aside your anger, just for tonight? We are both so wounded, so emotionally raw. For just a few hours can we pretend that we are still lovers, alone in the world, with no trouble between us? As it used to be for us not so long ago?"

Lynden did not know what to do. And so for once, she simply did as she wished. She snuggled herself deeper into the crook of his shoulder, hugged him a little tighter with her body, inhaled his warm, familiar scent, and listened as the comforting sound of his breathing deepened into sleep.

Oh, she knew that he had wronged her. But with his heart... not his words... or actions. The physical act of lovemaking had been as much her fault as his. Lynden knew many things that she could have said to discourage... stop or hurt him again, and had used none of them tonight. Instead, she had remained in her bed, half enthralled, half indignant, and in truth, only a little scared. As always, she enjoyed speaking her mind to him. She almost took pleasure in testing his resolve and driving him to distraction. Theirs had always been a passionate relationship. Now was no different. Did she really want anything different? Could she really settle for less the rest of her life? She didn't think so. Her thoughts began to drift and she relaxed into the bed, smelling his scent. The last thought that crossed her mind before she floated into sleep was that she wanted him...

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She gradually awoke as the morning sunlight invaded her bedroom, and the outside traffic increasingly claimed a larger part of her consciousness. A general feeling of contentment, security and peace, clung to her like a warm blanket on a cool day. Out of habit, she sleepily turned to look at her bedside clock, 7:11am. Late.

Oh shit... shit, shit! Katie will be late for school. For then it hit her. Resigned, yet she felt for certainty that she hadn't been dreaming again. But this time... she was confused! Her satin sheets were mostly dry to the touch. However, her sex was tender to the touch. She could also smell the lingering scent of her secretions, as well as maybe him. There had to be more she thought... more to dispel her unbelief that indeed she was losing it... her heart and mind in the contest of wills?

But then a searching hand grazed the tip of her toy lodged under the bedsheet beside her. Most of the puzzle came back then, as to why some things were... why her body maybe felt as it did. But that didn't prevent her blushing deep within at recalling the vividness of her dream about him... and the knowledge of being 'taken' by the hunger within her!

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