My mind is ablaze with the conflict inside as I catch sight of her own moist eyes that maps out some deep turmoil that courses through her, I watch as her mouth falls open… my heart spikes for a moment as I catch a breath of something within her… but her silence remains, for a moment I feel my mind reach out to her… what is this within me that aches like this…

Beneath my touch I can feel her nipple swell… her soft brown flesh stiffening with each delicate flick of my tongue… drawing it in and softly pulling on the softness of her yielding breast… my hand reaches towards her other mound, feeling the warmth of her body at my touch in spite of the cold that whips around us. I feel her rise under me, as I take her nipple between my teeth and gently roll it before almost tenderly biting down… her back arching before dropping and softly crushing against the shattered glass around us… I can sense the resistance still from her as it is spoken strongly in her tearful eyes, as she is so conscious of each fresh sensation that jolts her and of her body’s betrayal and her frustration in her inability to resist perhaps…

I pull from her, releasing her nipple and trace a path with my tongue towards the centre of her chest… my eyes locked upon her as her head rolls and her gaze glances against mine, the look deep within her eyes triggers something deep inside me, feelings that I thought were lost to me… desires that seemed a world away from my enforced existence underground… a deep part of me exalted in this woman, though mindful of the horrors she would have faced, she possessed the one thing I did not… freedom… even in this tortured world.

Tentatively I release my grip from her neck and hold her at her sides as I continue to glide my tongue down her torso, feeling her gentle movements beneath my silken touch, the tip tracing over her pale flesh, feeling the imperfections of the scratches that pepper her perfect body… my tongue touches upon a rift of scar tissue, my eyes flick upwards… watching her as I run my tongue along its length, feeling the touch of knitted skin… trying to reach out, trying to share in the pain that would have coursed through her… mindful of my own deep scars and the depth of the pain that ran from them… pain that tortured my mind more so that my body…

Standing over me… his eyes burning with a secret hate as he picks the blade from the floor… its edge glistening with a deep scarlet… “Stupid bitch!… can’t even do this right…” the pain of his words ringing through me…

Gasping, I pull away from her, sitting astride her crotch… my deep hidden heat crushed against her… the storm continues to tear at the heavens in the same way that being in the presence of this woman is tearing at my senses… there is a deafening rumble of thunder overhead… the building seems to shudder from its touch… the lightning rips a path around the building and for a moment we are both bathed in a flood of light and our pale bodies glow with its touch… my eyes brimming with tears, they trickle down my face, forging a path down my face and falling to my breasts… I see her eyes tight against mine; the turmoil is a torrent within me as my mind is flooded with a darkness that I was once able to lock away… a deep part of me that once threatened to destroy me utterly. I feel the deep flash of pained memories as the layers fall away from my mind…

‘Forgive me’ I whisper as my eyes narrow and burn and I lower towards her…