father was British, my mother Chinese. They were both physicists. The ministry kidnapped them. Song and I were hidden with trusted friends. The ministry told them if they tried to escape we would be killed. When their use was up, the ministry executed them but not before my parents asked Lebna to find us and to take us to America, hide us there.”
“Enlai,” she said. “I am sorry for your lost.”
“As I am for yours,” he returned.
She brushed the hair back away from his face, his beard was growing in, making him appear even harder, more masculine but that did not detect from the granite of his jawline, the perfect formation of beautifully formed lips. He was an Adonis, perfection. “I believe in God,” she finally said, touching the side of his face, gently cupping it before tracing the strong formation of his nose, the outline of his lips. “How can I not when He has created one such as you?” She asked before bringing her lips to his.
“I am just a man,” he said, capturing her lips to his.
There were no words to be spoken, she needed this comfort, him, needed to know that she was alive for this moment because tomorrow wasn’t promised to either one of them. She would see herself dead before anything happened to Enlai, this man who had captured her soul so quickly. To have him hurt, to not have him was a thought she dared not contemplate. And although he said he would protect her, it was her mission to protect him. He deserved more than this, more than her, more than a freak of nature. He deserved peace, a beautiful wife and loving children. He deserved peace away from the ministry, from the evils of others. She would see it so.
“I want you,” Enlai said, pulling her on top of him.
She knew it, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She placed the memories of her past rapes in a locked closet, refusing them anymore, refusing the terror and pain that it had brought her. She had no more past, her entire life had been a lie; she wasn’t promised the future, the only thing she had were the moments before her.
“Will you help me forget, for now? I want to lose myself in you, want to forget everything except you,” she said.
“Trust me, you have to trust me,” he demanded, pulling her beneath him, kissing her, touching her, taking off her clothes one at a time, before removing his own clothes, joining her back in the bed.
“I do,” she finally said, wrapping her arms around his masculine neck, sweeping her hands upon his broad back, his muscular shoulders, arms and chest. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of him, so unused to masculinity such as his, it was frightening and welcoming all at once. “You are so beautiful,” she said, as he kissed her, moaning, settling between her legs.
Laughing, he suckled the soft skin of her neck. “Isn’t that something I should say to you?” He said, going down to the tender skin of her collarbone, the tops of her breast. “You are beautiful, your skin like silk, I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you,” he said, before suckling a nipple, her answering moan and thrust of hips making his smile. “Whenever I see you, I ache to touch you, to bury myself inside of you,” he said, licking down her stomach before opening her legs, smiling again at her gasp of pleasure when he buried his face between her legs.
There were no words to describe the pleasure he gave her, her moans and gasps of pleasure and when she screamed, he brought himself back up, bracing himself on his arms. “Let me inside,” he whispered and she nodded, opening her legs up even more.
He braced himself, pushing himself deep within her, not able to hold back the moans of pleasure as she clenched around him. “I won’t hurt you,” he said, kissing her, suckling her neck, that tender skin where it met her collar bone and she moaned with pleasure from the trusts of his hips, his caresses, his lips.
“I know,” she
“Enlai,” she said. “I am sorry for your lost.”
“As I am for yours,” he returned.
She brushed the hair back away from his face, his beard was growing in, making him appear even harder, more masculine but that did not detect from the granite of his jawline, the perfect formation of beautifully formed lips. He was an Adonis, perfection. “I believe in God,” she finally said, touching the side of his face, gently cupping it before tracing the strong formation of his nose, the outline of his lips. “How can I not when He has created one such as you?” She asked before bringing her lips to his.
“I am just a man,” he said, capturing her lips to his.
There were no words to be spoken, she needed this comfort, him, needed to know that she was alive for this moment because tomorrow wasn’t promised to either one of them. She would see herself dead before anything happened to Enlai, this man who had captured her soul so quickly. To have him hurt, to not have him was a thought she dared not contemplate. And although he said he would protect her, it was her mission to protect him. He deserved more than this, more than her, more than a freak of nature. He deserved peace, a beautiful wife and loving children. He deserved peace away from the ministry, from the evils of others. She would see it so.
“I want you,” Enlai said, pulling her on top of him.
She knew it, she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She placed the memories of her past rapes in a locked closet, refusing them anymore, refusing the terror and pain that it had brought her. She had no more past, her entire life had been a lie; she wasn’t promised the future, the only thing she had were the moments before her.
“Will you help me forget, for now? I want to lose myself in you, want to forget everything except you,” she said.
“Trust me, you have to trust me,” he demanded, pulling her beneath him, kissing her, touching her, taking off her clothes one at a time, before removing his own clothes, joining her back in the bed.
“I do,” she finally said, wrapping her arms around his masculine neck, sweeping her hands upon his broad back, his muscular shoulders, arms and chest. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of him, so unused to masculinity such as his, it was frightening and welcoming all at once. “You are so beautiful,” she said, as he kissed her, moaning, settling between her legs.
Laughing, he suckled the soft skin of her neck. “Isn’t that something I should say to you?” He said, going down to the tender skin of her collarbone, the tops of her breast. “You are beautiful, your skin like silk, I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you,” he said, before suckling a nipple, her answering moan and thrust of hips making his smile. “Whenever I see you, I ache to touch you, to bury myself inside of you,” he said, licking down her stomach before opening her legs, smiling again at her gasp of pleasure when he buried his face between her legs.
There were no words to describe the pleasure he gave her, her moans and gasps of pleasure and when she screamed, he brought himself back up, bracing himself on his arms. “Let me inside,” he whispered and she nodded, opening her legs up even more.
He braced himself, pushing himself deep within her, not able to hold back the moans of pleasure as she clenched around him. “I won’t hurt you,” he said, kissing her, suckling her neck, that tender skin where it met her collar bone and she moaned with pleasure from the trusts of his hips, his caresses, his lips.
“I know,” she
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