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previous horrific sexual experiences – made my chest physically ache. I raised my eyes from her fine body to study her eyes – just to be sure that she was comfortable, that I wasn’t frightening her – and I saw nothing but adoration, and desire.
    I supported my weight with my elbows and gently prodded myself against her as I kissed her mouth, my tongue massaging deeply each time it entered her sweet mouth. She thrust her hips up to greet me once more and I acknowledged the begging action as my invite. I slammed myself into her - probably harder than necessary, but I couldn’t control the urge I felt for this woman. I paused just long enough to appreciate the incredible feeling as Emily’s insides encased me, and then impatiently withdrew and slammed into her again.
    Each time she moaned my thrusts grew more urgent as I pounded into her again and again. I could feel her insides tensing as her muscles clenched around me, as if she were unwilling to release me. I pressed into her fully and firmly and circled my hips, and when she cried out in response, I was confident that I had made contact with her delicious spot.
    My chest heaved with every breath as I panted hard against her neck that somehow always smelled so sweet, even through the slick covering of sweat that now enveloped both of our bodies. My chest slipped easily against her naked breasts as I rolled my hips over and over. I felt her subtle shudder and I knew she was close, this almost sent me over the edge into my own ecstasy. She pressed her hands against the headboard, meeting my every thrust with force, pushing herself harder against me to deepen our contact. I clenched my teeth tightly together as I waited for the violent shudder that would prove her climax. And, as I rolled my hips slowly and powerfully once more, the violent shudder came, along with a loud cry as she gripped her legs tightly around my hips and pressed me further into her. I thrust myself into to her once more, twice, and then I was right there with her, floating in my own heaven that I shared only with this woman.
    It would only ever be her. No one had ever completely unravelled me the way Emily always did. I could be myself with her, she had seen the worst side of me and yet she still loved me. She didn’t love the Julian Scott that everybody else saw, she loved the real me. I didn’t feel any need to pretend when I was with Emily, and that was exactly how it should be. Tomorrow, I would press the subject of the wedding; I wanted to be able to call her my wife. My wife - forever. My very own Mrs Scott.

Chapter Six
    Emily was standing on the empty street outside of my apartment block, unaware of any danger as she smiled lovingly at me. Completely unaware of the vicious evil that was rapidly approaching her from behind.
    “Emily, move!” I roared as I ran towards her, my legs moving so quickly that it felt as if they may actually crumble beneath me. “Get out of the way!”
    I screamed at her over and over but she just stood there. Smiling at me.
    I was just out of arms reach when his sturdy arm wrapped around her middle and scooped her swiftly off her feet. I watched, hopeless, as her face contorted with panic and wonder, her desperate eyes questioning mine. But she wouldn’t find any answers there. They slowly closed as I blinked heavily but decided on never opening them again. I didn’t want to see. I didn’t want to watch as she was torn away from me by the one person I hated the most. I couldn’t.
    As her shaking voice called my name over and over, each time her tone growing more urgent, I simply ignored it. I couldn’t help her now; it had gone way beyond that. I couldn’t save her.
    My stomach twisted in agony as the realisation struck through me like an iron dagger to my gut. He had taken her, and I would never get her back. A menacing growl escaped me as I crumpled to the floor and held my knees tightly against my chest.
    “Julian,” I heard her voice call once