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he let his gaze wander over her nakedness. Even when she softly stirred and turned her head deeper into the pillow, he was so mesmerised that he could not drag his gaze away, nor could he move, although his instincts warned him that Nelly could wake at any minute. Greedily, his eyes took in all that he could of Emma, this adorable creature whom he had vowed to have for his own. He gazed at the long, thick hair which was fanned out over the pillow, its vibrant autumn hues a stark contrast against the starched white pillowcase. He stared long at that lovely face, with its large wonderful eyes and those high aristocratic cheekbones, the perfect full mouth and that chin which, though completing the exquisite oval shape of Emma’s face, was strong and determined, as was her character. Oh, what sensual delights invaded him as he roved his narrow opaque blue eyes over Emma’s youthful, thrusting breasts, so small and perfect with proud inviting nipples standing warm and dark against the creamy whiteness of her breasts. He thought her waist was small but not tiny and the curves of her thighs deliciously inviting, and how impatient he was to tangle himself between those exquisite legs. Too impatient, he chided himself, because already he was aching with such excitement and anticipation that in a minute it would be too late! Quickly he stripped off his clothes to stand naked and desperate for a taste of Emma’s loveliness.
    When with great care, or he would surely give the game away, he inched himself on to the bed, Emma was trembling from being uncovered for so long. She stirred, raising her arm above her head, and softly moaned. In a minute he was on her, covering her nakedness with his own and murmuring tender words against the warmth of her neck. With one arm stroking her hair and the weight taken by his elbow, he reached his other arm down to ease open her legs. When, this time, Emma became agitated, twisting her body this way then that and calling out the name ‘Marlow’, he stayed still, not daring to move for fear she had alerted the others. For what seemed a lifetime, he remained frozen against her, tormented by the touch of his body on hers, but terrified that he might be discovered. But no, Nelly was still deep in the sleep of exhaustion, her rhythmic snores breathing into the darkness like the beating of his own heart. As he waited a moment longer, listening for any sound from the stores below or perhaps a footstep on the stairs, he wondered who was this ‘Marlow’ whom Emma had called out to. How soft and loving her voice had been, almost a caress of his name. He would not forget the name either: as Foster Thomas emblazoned Marlow’s name on to his memory, a terrible hatred crept into his black heart.
    The tender feelings which had smothered him were now tempered with a fury that, even in her subconscious, Emma should cry out some other man’s name! But this ‘Marlow’ wasn’t here, coveting Emma’s nakedness, while he was! For the moment, at least, he was pacified, and in that moment when his whole being flooded with his need for Emma’s heart and soul, he placed his mouth over hers, and gently probed himself towards her. Then with such a tide of ecstasy rushing through him that he thought his heart would burst, he thrust his way deep into Emma, his great excitement causing him to cry out.
    Emma cried out also, but it was a strangled and terrified cry of the kind made by a nightmare which caused her to thrash out at those who would hurt her. In her ill and confused mind, she knew only that she must escape; she must flee from the pain and horror which hounded her, and which had already pushed her over the line between nightmare and reality. When it seemed that in her anguish Emma might betray him, she was cruelly silenced by her assailant’s clenched fist. Being so intent on satisfying the cravings of his own body, Foster Thomas cared not for his unconscious victim’s helplessness, for, in the throes of his