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Determined to never make the mistakes of the past, Elena, only wants to help people, which is why she works in the medical field. Yet, her world starts to collide as she meets a man from the past the same time she realizes the patients are mysteriously dying. Soon, her strange pregnancy, her past and her present are all consuming and her life maybe in jeopardy.

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Chapter 4.2

What are you doing?! Her brain screamed over and over again as she parked the car behind his in the long driveway beside his condo in Midtown. The area of Detroit was near Wayne State University and a developing section constantly growing and making the city better; New businesses, lots of people moving into the city in the area and lots of new events taking place to boost Detroit’s image.

This condo she followed him with her car too was one of the new structures that was just erected less than a year ago from where an old abandoned building use to be.

He came to her car and opened her door. “You thought about a new muffler?” he inquired with a teasing glance in his eye after he opened up her door.

Stepping out of the car, she said, “What fun would that be? Then people don’t know you’re coming.”

He drew her in his arms molding her body in his. Being intimate with someone was new to her, but for some reason being intimate with him seemed natural.

Every thought told her she was crazy for being here, but every cell in her body wanted her to be here with him. His hands roamed over her generous backside, up on her side and then a thumb flicked over her breast.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she said, voicing her thoughts between soft gentle kisses he varied from long to short.

“I shouldn’t have you, so we’re both wrong,” he agreed in a whisper before suckling on her earlobe.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan loving the feel of his mouth on her body and wanting more.

“When? How?” she insisted.

“What are you talking about?”

Curiosity was killing her to know. “When did you start to like me?”

He stopped kissing her and at her hard as if she should know the answer. “The moment we first met,” he said obviously.

Her chest seemed to melt inside itself and she couldn’t catch her breath enough to fill her lungs. How lucky was she to meet such an amazing man.

“How long do I have you?” he asked caressing her face tenderly.

Naturally she wanted to just say, “Forever,” but held back. “A while,” she answered.

“Good.”  He picked her up even though she had put on another pair of Crocs in her car.

The garage door opened and he headed in that direction, all the while kissing her lips, face and neck. She barely got a chance to notice the densely furnished condo with brand new looking furniture before he was carrying her up more stairs and into a darkened bedroom.

Gone was her ability to say this was wrong and gone was the thought that she was a wanton promiscuous woman. In place was this overwhelming desire to feel his naked body against hers and taste every inch of his body.

The curtains were drawn tightly to block out the sun completely, but she didn’t need to see in order to feel or touch. There was a stream of light coming from the hallway door, but light didn’t matter because she knew she had what she wanted. She had already started opening his shirt and by the time she felt her back resting on the bed, her pants were off again and his hand was manipulating between her legs tenderly touching her arousing her and bringing blissful orgasms to her.

Each and every time the trembles started, he held her close and let her explode all over his hand and then he would start right back up again. Somehow their clothes disappeared and his mouth now roved from her neck down to her chest.

Her wish was granted as he nibbled and tasted her skin voraciously all the while bringing her to minute culminations leaving her shuddering all over. He licked, dipped and roved over every inch of her breasts and then moved down to her stomach laving her navel and then returning to wrap his mouth around each nipple giving both ample attention until she was crying for mercy and her body gave in to the rush of sensual delight.

He was clearly keeping her so high all reason and judgment was gone and she just wanted him. When he laid his body over hers, she would have been happy with any position and the fact he didn’t want to do the missionary this time didn’t alarm her. He took one of her legs to rise and placed her ankle on his opposite shoulder, creating an even tighter entry.

She had to grip the pillows under her head as he gain entry into her drenched womanly vestibule.

But the feel of him was very different this time and before she could really understand what was wrong, she was too caught up in desire as he dipped down and suckled her nipple so hard at the same time he plunged hard until he rocked the back of her pelvic.

She heard the high pitch scream and realized a minute later the sound was emitting in a long shrill out of her lungs. Her nails was now gripping his ass as he withdrew and then re-entered hard repeatedly sending her into a lustful oblivion as he switched aureole and attacked with passion.

“Don’t STOP! DOOONN’TTTT ssssstttttoooOOOOPPPP!” she ordered through clenched teeth.

“Damn, woman!” he growled quaking with her.

She praised him as she felt her soul lift off to ecstasy all over. “Yes! Yes!! Oh yes!!” she praised him, tears running down her cheek as the exquisiteness.

Her mind blanked completely out. She didn’t know if it was darkness, stars, the moon or the whole damn universe she was seeing – all she knew was real beauty was hard to describe or see.

If her heart had not exploded, Elena definitely wanted to do this again with Pholsom.

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