THIS PART IS RATED R FOR SEXUAL ELEMENTS. YOU HAVE
BEEN WARNED.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with
whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
--Marcus Aurelius
Residence of Ronald Sandoval
Following Sandoval into the spacious, beautifully decorated apartment,
Erin's heart began to beat wildly. The idea of what she was about to
do with a man she hardly knew, the very man that many claimed to be a
ruthless, merciless killer, an implanted servant of the Companions,
had her more anxious and apprehensive than her first 'assignment' at
the Club had made her.
I really shouldn't be doing this, she concluded. I should just leave.
Apologize to him, then turn around and walk away. It's as simple as
that. So why aren't I doing that?!
Hesitantly, she was about to open her mouth to inform Sandoval that
she'd changed her mind, when the Implant turned around to face her
and, slipping his arm around back, pulled her to him for the most
passionate kiss Erin had ever experienced.
The very sensation of his lips pressed firmly against hers was enough
to make her knees go weak. As the kiss deepened, she felt his other
hand sliding beneath her sweater, working its way up to the swell of
her breast. Then, just as his fingers came into contact with the soft
flesh above the rim of her bra, he pulled away from her, roughly
breaking the kiss.
Without a single word spoken, Sandoval took Erin's hand in his and
led her down the hall toward the master bedroom. She followed close
behind, all her reservations about what was happening having
disappeared with that one kiss.
Once inside the bedroom, Ron hastily switched on the lights and turned
back to Erin, still holding onto her slender hand. He leaned forward
and kissed her again, even more passionately than the last time, which
had the desired effect of making Erin grope at his suit jacket and
shirt, furiously trying to rip them off as she slid her tongue into
his mouth.
Breaking contact, Ron quickly shed himself of his shirt and jacket
and stood there patiently observing as Erin did the same, removing all
but her underwear. Ron barley had a chance to study her half-naked
form before Erin pushed him onto the bed and lowered herself on top of
him, obscuring his view.
His temperature slowly began to rise as he felt her lips brushing
against his bare skin, caressing his neck, his shoulders, his
well-developed chest muscles and finally his stomach. Then she
suddenly stopped, raising herself up onto her knees as she reached
behind her back and unclipped her bra, throwing it aside as soon as
she was free from it.
Lowering herself back down so that breasts were touching his chest,
she kissed him deeply on the lips and slid one hand down to his pants,
attempting to undo his belt buckle. After a moment of no success, Ron
wrapped his arms around her back and turned them over.
He moved off of her slightly and watched Erin squirm impatiently,
biting her lower lip in anticipation, as he undid the belt and slipped
off his navy-blue slacks. Having done that, he brought his head down
to her flat, smooth stomach and began tracing a line up to her breasts
with his mouth, feeling her shudder beneath him as her fingers curled
around the covers at her side.
Closing her eyes, Erin arched her head back slightly as Ron's lips
reached her breast, teasing it with his tongue, eliciting a gasp from
her tingling lips. She couldn't help but giggle when he started
nibbling at her with his teeth, which only made him do it all the
more. After a long few minutes, she opened her eyes again, finding
herself looking directly into the brawniest irises she'd ever seen as
Ron met her lips for another kiss.
Her heart was beating even wilder now, the desire growing within her,
as she slid her hand down the tight muscles of his back and pulled at
the waistband of his boxer shorts. But this time, Ron wasn't so
helpful.
The half-nude Agent grabbed her hand, pulling it away from his boxers
with a loud snap of the elastic, and pinned her wrist to the bed. Erin
began to writhe under him, her patience growing thin, as he used his
free hand to cup her breast, squeezing it firmly, while he continued
to nibble the other one...
Three hours later
Despite his exhaustion, Ronald had awoke at the distant sound of a
blaring car alarm and now found himself mesmerized by the beauty
sleeping next to him, a contented expression on her lovely features.
For over 30 minutes he just lay there, leaning on his elbow, and
watched her sleep. A faint smile crossed his lips as he realized that
it had been almost six years since he'd done this.
None of the women that had shared his bed or suite at the Kobe had
ever inspired Ron to want to stay with them for more than a few
minutes after the lovemaking was over. But none of those women had
been as enchanting as Erin, not even DeeDee.
The smile soon faded at the memory of their last night together as
man and wife. It had been the night before his implantation, and one
of the most memorable of their intimate moments together. It was if
they had both known that it would be the last time that they would
ever make love to each other.
A soft murmur drew Ron out of his reverie; Erin was starting to stir.
She fidgeted a little, then turned over onto her side so that her back
was to him. Reaching out, Ron smoothed back a lock of the young
woman's hair and kissed her temple tenderly.
"Thank you," he whispered softly, continuing to caress her silken hair
and face until she smiled in her sleep. "Thank you for making me
forget, even for a moment."
Lying back down, Ron draped his left arm across Erin's chest and laid
his head down to rest on the edge of her pillow, savoring the warmth
of her still-naked body pressed against his.
Soon, for the first time in years, Ronald was fast asleep within
minutes, dreaming without the horrendous nightmares that usually
plagued his sleep.....
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