Writer723 and Asianbutterflies Loved Until Death 
 
 
 Chapter 1  
 
 
 
 
 
A certain eeriness drifted in on the breeze, through my half-open window. The ethereal wind caused my curtains to flutter about. I stirred restlessly, while lying in bed trying to sleep. I soon fell into a fitful slumber, but continued to toss and turn in a state of agitation.  
 
Once again, the same dream I’d been having for the last seven years, besieged me. I found myself walking through the dense woods, until I came upon an old cabin. Curious, I made my way inside, only to behold an unusual sight. 
 
A dark-haired man sat before a blazing fireplace. His back was to me, yet I could see that he held something in his hands. He peered at it, as if in fascination. I walked around to the other side and noticed that what he studied was a golden amulet, with a red topaz stone. I stared in awe at the stone’s beauty. I also couldn’t help but admire how handsome the man was. 
 
After a moment, he referred to a book sitting upon a small table, next to him. I stepped closer to read that it was a Romanian book of spells. He began to chant an incantation: 
 
„Oh, spiritele de vânt 
din trecut, prezent şi viitor 
Auzi strigătul meu pentru ajutor 
ghid eu sigur şi puternic 
A trimite eu în trecut 
și asigură meu sigur întoarcerea acasă” 
 
Once he’d finished, the fire raged red hot, threatening to burst from the fireplace which contained it. The man quickly placed the amulet around his neck. Suddenly, the room started spinning at a dizzying speed. Whenever it stopped, the man had vanished. All that remained was the amulet, lying over by the fireplace. The cabin appeared old and musty, as if unused for a number of years. 
 
All of a sudden, I awoke from the dream abruptly, just as I’d done many times. For a moment I sat there gasping for air, trying to make sense of my vision. But no matter how many times I’d tried, I never understood what the dream meant. 
 
How did it apply to my life and why did it plague me so often? Who was the man and why did I see him? Was there something that I was supposed to do? 
 
My head ached just from trying to sort everything out. With a groan, I rolled out of bed and strode to the kitchen. Time for some coffee and a sticky bun. I needed to gather my thoughts.  
 
I had agreed to meet with my ex-boyfriend, John, later that day to discuss our fractured relationship. So, it was crucial that I have my wits about me. Dealing with that jerk from hell was difficult enough. I didn’t need some mystery man in a recurring dream messing up my mind, too. 
 
I sighed as I poured my coffee and settled at the kitchen table. Reasoning with John wasn’t going to be easy. I had to drive the point home that he and I were through. He just didn’t seem to get the message.  
 
I’d explain my position later when we met at the park and I prayed he’d listen this time. He had to understand that I wanted to be free from him; to live a life of my own. No more being treated badly by a selfish asshole, who had no clue what a woman wanted. I’d find me a loving, good man this time around and keep him for the rest of my life. 
 
As I bit into the sweet sticky bun, I moaned with enjoyment. It was about the only real excitement I ever got anymore. I glanced out the window, wondering what the day would bring.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 2  
 
 
 
“So give me one good reason why you won’t marry me?”  John huffed next to me as we followed the trail in the walking park. 
 
I stopped dead in my tracks underneath a lamppost.  I folded my arms across my chest in complete astonishment.  Was he seriously asking me this question?   
 
“Because John, you and I don’t have anything in common anymore.  We fight all the time.  Not to mention that you cheated on me more often than I’d like to remember.”  I retorted. 
 
John slightly looked over his shoulder and noticed that I was no longer by his side.  He abruptly turned around and stomped his way back to me like a child who wasn’t getting his way. 
 
He stood toe to toe with me and yanked me by my shoulders into his frame.   
 
“John, stop you’re hurting me.”  I said struggling against his grip. 
 
“Cassandra, I told you I was sorry.  You said you forgave me.  Are you going back on your word now?”  He snarled in my face. 
 
“Yeah you said you were sorry and I forgave you for the first time.  But what about the other two times?!?  And, the last person you cheated on me with happened to be my roommate, my friend.  What do you have to say about that!?!” I spat back. 
 
“We were drinking.  It just happened.” 
 
“No douche-bag dandruff just happens!  You slept with three people that I know about while you were supposedly a one-woman man.  Boy, did I misjudge you!  Now turn me loose.”  I pushed his hands off my shoulders. 
 
“Come on, Cassandra.  You’ve said this before and you always come back.  Now, stop being coy and just marry me.  It will be the best the decision you’ll ever make.” 
 
Had John really lost his fuckin’ mind? Did he really think that I would be his wife knowing how bad he hurt me?  And continue to put up with his cruelty that I just blindly accepted?  I don’t think so.  Not anymore or ever again.   
 
Besides, he wasn’t the one who I had been dreaming about lately.  The one who made me feel like a new woman.  The one who give himself to me freely without an agenda.  The one who would love me as I am…forever.  But I wasn’t about to reveal that to him. 
 
“John, we’re over.  Just take me home.”  I turned around and headed back to the parking lot.  Except I found myself wrenched back by my now ex-boyfriend. 
 
“You belong to me, Cassandra.  We will never be over.”  He hissed. 
 
“Take your hands of me, you son of a bitch!  I will never be yours.  Hear me and hear me good…you and I are DONE!  Leave me alone don’t contact me in anyway shape or form.  In fact, don’t worry about taking me home.  I’ll find my own way.”  I walked away from him and didn’t look back. 
 
“Get back here!”  John hollered at me from behind.  
 
By now, I was fleeing like the wind.  I refused to turn back and give John the satisfaction that I would allow him into my life once more.   
 
I picked up the pace as I followed the trail in the now poorly, lit park.  It seemed that the lights were getting dimmer.  The wind howled, and the tree branches scratched against each other creating a series of different, yet eerie noises. 
 
After about fifteen minutes of wandering deeper into the dark, I seemed to have lost my way.  I reached into my pocket for my cellphone in order to call for a cab and get directions out of here.  But to my dismay, no cellphone reception.  
 
I blew out a sigh and noticed a shadow moving directly in front me.  Not knowing if it was John or some other creep in the park, I hightailed it down the path. 
 
The shadow seemed to move with lightning speed.  My heart jumped into my throat and started to panic at the knowledge I was being followed. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 3  
 
 
 
A twig snapped behind me, and I took off like a bat out of hell.  I ran screaming because I was being chased by a large shadow.   It grabbed me by my waist spun me around and from the shadow, a man materialized. 
 
The shadow covered his face and all I could see were his magnetic blue eyes. I felt tingly all over my body and lost all sense of danger or alarm in his presence. 
 
The stranger seemed familiar, like I had seen him from a dream before. His grip on my waist tightened, his other hand skimmed along my jawline and I felt his body tighten against mine.  
 
His body firm and potent, in his eyes I saw something I'd been searching for all of my life. His lips moved closer to mine, and stopped just inches from mine. His eyes stared into mine and he said, 
 
"You're the woman I've been searching for. I've found you at last."  
 
I was rendered speechless by his admission. This was the man that I had been dreaming of.  I knew it deep down to the depths of my very soul.  So, instead of speaking, I leaned forward pressing my lips to his.  
 
He responded instantly, his lips melded hungrily to him, his grasp around my waist tightened and with his free hand he reached up to gently caress my face. My fingers sifted through his hair, drawing him ever closer to me. Our tongues intermingled, then without warning he broke our seal. My eyes widened with confusion and then he pointed to a dark shadow amongst the trees.  
 
"Come on, let's get out of here," he suggested. So I grasped my hand into his and allowed him to lead me away. We walked on foot until we came upon a cabin and he led me up the worn porch steps. Ushering me inside, he quickly locked the door behind us.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 4  
 
 
 
"Is this your cabin?" I asked.  
 
He smiled and replied, "Yes, this is my getaway from the world," as he lit a candle on the side table, “And right now, I want to be with you." He spun me around until I felt my back against the wall and put up a hand to slow his advance.  
 
“Hey, what's your hurry?" I asked him.  
 
"There's no rush," he whispered, slowly embracing me. Then he lowered his head to the hollow of my neck and applied feather light kisses along my hot skin. I could feel my heart pounding and I sighed longingly.  
 
My hands clutched at his hair as desire swirled throughout my body. He raised his soft lips to mine, thrusting his tongue inside of my mouth. I whimpered with need and heat. I craved him like an addict craved coke. I couldn't deny the warmth spreading all over my body, between the apex of my thighs were it burned with pent-up passion.  
 
He pulled away for a moment and gazed into my eyes. I could see he wanted me as desperately as I did him. He took my hand, leading me over to the bed, where I sat down at the edge. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it over my head. 
 
On instinct, I reached for his shirt, but instead of lingering over buttons, I ripped his shirt in two, I smiled devilishly, and placed my hands upon his chest. My fingers caressed him, causing his nipples to harden. I began to lightly kiss his stomach. He groaned, grasping my shoulders and pushing me back onto the bed.  
 
Then he covered me with his body, a blanket of heat and molten desire . I could feel the warmth of his breath traveling down my neck as he kissed my skin. My fingers threading through his silky hair, wetness pooling between my legs.  
 
I moaned softly as he removed my bra and skirt. He gently massaged my legs, easing my panties down. He arrived at my feet, peeling off my stockings and heels. He playfully suckled on my toes, before taking off the rest of his clothes. Then he eased my thighs apart with his wide palms. His lips lavished my inner thighs, dragging his tongue along my flesh making me hotter and wetter as he approached my core. A sudden flash of fear crossed over me and I clamped my legs shut.  
 
"Shhh, it's okay. Just relax," he whispered.  
 
I did, allowing him greater access. He swirled his tongue around on my button, then thrust it deep inside of my sweet, wet treasure. I gasped in pleasure and craved what he offered. In this moment, he was all I knew and all I wanted and could ever need. He whispered erotic words against me as he lollipopped my sex with his slick tongue, tasting my sweet nectar.  
 
"You're dripping with honey, you taste exquisite," he said in a dark, seductive tone.  
 
My hips began to buck. I felt the energy mounting in the pit of my stomach and I moaned loudly. My whole body began to tremble; the room started spinning. I grasped his hair, drawing his face closely against my love nest.  
 
Suddenly, my walls began to convulse powerfully as I exploded in orgasm. He came up to rest beside me and kiss me as I recovered. Soon, the desire to return the favor overtook me, so I launched myself onto his body. I could feel all his steely muscles flex as they met my flesh.  
 
My tongue came out of hiding; drawing little circles around his nipples, dragging my tongue down his stomach til I came in contact with his long, hard shaft. I encased my lips around the head, swirling my tongue.  
 
I could feel the excitement in him build as he threaded his fingers through my hair pulling me down even more. I gripped his rock, hard erection and started to stroke him from tip to base. He growled and moaned as I continued my erotic work.  
 
Suddenly, his palms gripped my shoulders, he groaned, "Stop. I'm only going to release in you." He dragged me up to the bed, flipped our bodies and then I decided to turn the tables. I rolled him around and rose above him, ready to ride. My long hair cascaded down my shoulders. I leaned forward, offering my breasts to his hungry mouth as I thrust myself upon him.  
 
He sucked my nipples and grabbed my hips as his pelvis surged upward and back. His thrusts becoming more demanding, more desperate within my satin cave. It was as if he needed me as much as I needed him. My body quacked under the sensations that were rolling through me. 
 
 I tossed my head back with wild abandonment; frenzied moans escaped my lips. I had truly become a wanton woman, and I shamelessly gave in to my lust. I lifted myself up and down upon his shaft, over and over. My tight tunnel encased him, gripping him, urging him to spill his seed deep inside me.  
 
Taking my cue, he sat up, pushed my legs around his waist, and drove hard, pushing me to the brink of my sanity rocking against my hips. His thick, cock rapidly playing to and fro within me, ramming his hard length into my soft, wetness. That buildup of energy returning, this time my inner walls convulsing, tightening around him.  
 
I cry out, "Don't stop! Oh, God...yes. I'm coming! I'm coming." I could feel his balls tighten and preparing for release. He growled against my neck and into my damp, hair.  
 
With one final thrust, fiery hot liquid shot inside me and right then John walked in, and HE disappeared, and I gasped in astonishment. I thought all of this was real. Had it only been a wet dream? 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 5  
 
 
 
If this was a wet dream, I didn't want to wake up. I scanned my environment and saw that I'm in a cabin and my clothes were strewn about the room. I looked down and saw my naked form. I'm sore in the all right places for someone who just had the best intimate and sexual encounter of her life. I looked to the bedside table and saw a note. I flipped open the folded, piece of worn paper. It read,  
 
"Thank you for the best night of my existence.  Until next time, my beautiful Cassandra. Signed, Pierre."  
 
The words echoed in my head. I glanced over at my ex-boyfriend, John, who'd just barged in. It was his fault my ghostly lover had disappeared. I jumped to my feet and saw John's furious expression, as he took in my nakedness and the discarded clothing.  
 
"Where is that slimeball?" he hissed.  
 
"There's no one else here," I told him.  
 
"You're lying, Cassandra! I know you were screwing someone!" he roared.  
 
"You're my ex-boyfriend, John. 'Ex' being the key word. So, leave me alone and go home."  
 
"Like hell I will!" he retorted.  
 
"Please, just go away," I begged.  
 
"If you won't tell me where loverboy is, then I'll have to take you like an animal," he threatened. 
 
'Oh, God,' I thought. 'I've just been made love to so sweetly by Pierre and now this monster thinks he can just roughly force himself upon me.' 
 
As he lunged toward me, I backed as far away from him as I could get. I found myself hemmed up in one corner of the cabin.  
 
"No, don't," I pleaded.  
 
I didn't want to hurt him, but I refused to be taken by force. Somewhere something lit off inside me. With all my might, I cocked him a blow across his jaw and kicked him where it counted the most. He collapsed in front of me gasping for air. I noticed against the wall there was an old fire poker. I snatched it from its rusted home and pointed it at John. My eyes narrowed into tiny slits, and my lips drew back over my teeth and, I snarled at him.  
 
"Come near me again motherfucker and I'll make you more sorry than you ever could be." Then my eyes glowed red as if they were made of fire. John glared at me as he wailed in pain on the floor, clutching his crotch area. 
 
"I'll get you for this, you little slut!" he shouted. 
 
For one split second, I raised the fire poker upwards and considered bringing it down upon him. But I didn't want to reduce myself to his level. He used to be cruel to me when we were together. Now, that was all over. I threw the poker across the room, relishing in the sound of glass breaking. 
 
"You know what, you're not even worth the effort," I snapped at him. "Good-bye, John."  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 6  
 
 
 
I dismissed him as I walked out the door, slamming it shut behind me. Outside, I ran away from the cabin and was free. I was free from John, free from my own insecurities, free to be me for the first time in my life. And this was all because I let go with Pierre.  
 
In those special, tender and hot moments together, I became a new woman. I was on a new path in life, and the first stop was to find Pierre. But, where was I to begin looking. I wondered as I wandered along. About thirty minutes later, I came upon a brightly lit cafe. So, I strolled inside and took a seat at the bar. For a moment, I was alarmed, but I glanced down and breathed a sigh of relief. At least I'd remembered to get dressed before I took off earlier. 
 
I felt confused and dazed; unsure of what to believe. I struck up a conversation with the waiter behind the counter.  
 
As I described meeting Pierre, he replied, "Oh, lots of people see him. He's a ghostly visitor to this area. He shows up every few days or so."  
 
I decided to stick around and wait for a sighting. I had to find him and tell him how I felt. I cannot imagine spending my nights with anyone unless they are with HIM....with Pierre. Hours passed as I sat at the bar, every now and then the waiter would check on me. I just sat there sipping endless glasses of water.  
 
Around 9 p.m., the manager leaned over the bar counter and said, "Miss, I have to close up now." 
 
I looked up at him feeling defeated. I reached into my pocket and pulled out $10 and dropped it near my water glass. After all, I did sit here all day it was the least I could do. 
 
The manager walked me to the door. "You okay Miss? You got a place to go for the night?" 
 
"Yeah, I guess I got my hopes up of running into someone." 
 
"You must mean Pierre?" He replied. 
 
My eyes widened and focused on his words. "Yes, him! Do you know him or where I can find him?" I asked practically pleading the manager. 
 
"Haven't seen him for a few days now Miss, Sorry." 
 
I nodded my head in disappointment. "Thanks anyway." I exited the cafe and stepped into the cool night.  
 
"I heard you were looking for me..." 
 
That familiar voice sent tingles down my body as it recognized the voice. I looked up and saw Pierre smiling at me and I gasped in surprise. "Pierre, it's you!" I cried. 
 
"Yes, it's me, in the flesh. Well, sort of," he replied. 
 
Seizing that opportunity, I asked, "What do you mean? Are you a ghost? That's what I've heard. Yet I can see you, hear you, and touch you." 
 
"Yes and no, Cassandra. You see, somehow I transported myself back in time. I am trapped between the past and the present. I can't return here to my own time, unless..." 
 
"Unless what? Please, tell me," I pleaded, gripping his shoulders. 
 
"Unless my soul mate frees me from this vortex." 
 
"Who is your soul mate, Pierre?" 
 
He stared deeply into my eyes. "You are. I've searched for a long time and I know without a doubt, it's you, my love." 
 
"Yes, my darling. I know it, too. I could sense it and see it in your eyes when we first met," I agreed. "Tell me, how do I help you get back to our time, so we can be together?" 
 
Cupping my face in his hands, he said "The only way that I can be freed is by you killing me." 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 7  
 
 
 
I looked at him as if he lost his mind. "Kill you? I don't understand." 
 
"Cassandra, I am neither living nor dead. I cannot exist in both worlds. In order for me to be free of this prison and return to you, you must spill my blood." 
 
I could not fathom what he was telling me. I had finally found my soul mate and in order to be with him, I must kill him. I can't do it. 
 
Pierre must have sensed my fear. "My darling, I know this hard for you to hear but it is the only way for me to be free and for us to be together." He leaned down and kissed away the tears that ran down my face. 
 
With a heavy heart, I stared into his gaze, "I can't do this thing that you ask of me," I protested. 
 
"But you must, if we are to be together; if I am to be freed from my time trap," he insisted. "Won't you help me?" 
 
"H-how shall we go about this?" I asked hesitantly. My lips quivered and my knees felt weak. 
 
Pierre helped to support me as I staggered uncertainly. "You must come with me to my home in your present time; the cabin we made love in. There I will show you the talisman that zapped me into the past. You will need to perform a ritual, where you use a dagger to offer me as a sacrifice. The spilling of my blood will bring me back into the present time." 
 
I sniffled and wiped my eyes sadly. "It sounds so grotesque and horrible. I don't want to do all of that to you, Pierre. Yet I will if I must; if it truly is the only way. B-but, what if something goes wrong and you die forever?" 
 
He shook his head. "It won't fail, I promise you. Just trust me on this, Cassandra." 
 
"One more question before we go. Why did you disappear when my ex-boyfriend, John, entered the room?" 
 
"Because I can only appear to one individual at a time. I was still there; however, you couldn't see me, due to his presence. I saw that he meant you harm, yet there was nothing I could do, in my predicament. I hope you understand." 
 
"Yes, of course. I just hope John isn't still there, lurking around somewhere." 
 
"He has gone home. I made sure of it, by appearing to him and scaring him away once you had left," he assured me. "So, come on, let's return, shall we?" 
 
He held out his hand and I grasped it tightly without hesitation. I knew Pierre was the missing piece of my soul; my other half. The one from my dreams.  I thought, 'How could I not free him? To be trapped in a time vortex for eternity, was not my cup of tea either.' I must do whatever was necessary. 
 
I followed in his footsteps as he led me back to the cabin; alas it came into my field of vision within a few minutes. Since we were deeper in the woods, the cool night became colder, and the wind kissed my once warm cheeks. I shivered on contact. 
 
Pierre stopped as he felt my little, cold jiggle. "Are you alright?" He asked as he turned to face me. 
 
"Well, I'm about to sacrifice the love of my life in order to free him from this fucked up time warp he's trapped in plus, I'm freezing my ass off. So, all in all I'm great." I replied sarcastically. 
 
He looked at me and cupped my face and smiled. "I know you're scared, and if there were any other way, trust me I would utilize it. I'm not keen on the idea of being stabbed and lay there dying by the woman I love either when all I want is to make sweet love to her for all the rest of our days and nights." 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 8  
 
 
 
I wanted to say something else in protest but Pierre silenced me with his mouth. His lips were warm, inviting, and addictive. I forgot about my fear and focused on this moment. I snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to my body. 
 
His arms wrapped me, pulling me tightly against his frame. The warmth traveled all over me leaving no indication that I was at one point cold. Now, I was hot and tingly all over once more. As Pierre deepened the kiss, I let out a satisfactory sigh. His tongue glided into my mouth on a quest.  
 
I found myself in no hurry and wanted to relish this feeling longer. My tongue tangled with his. He tasted like wintergreen and male spice. Desire returned between legs, and I could feel a certain bulge against Pierre's clothes. 
 
"Cassandra I want you so much," he whispered. "You don't know how much I want to bury myself inside of you right now." 
 
I leaned back seductively against an oak tree that was nearby. Tossing my hair to the side, I lifted up my skirt and quickly removed my panties. "Then do it, Pierre. Give it to me." 
 
He eyed me lustily, then sighed with longing. "Oh, we can't. There's no time to waste. We must perform this ritual very soon." 
 
I stood there insistently. "Yes, I know. But before we do, I need you. I want us to be joined together, one last time. Just in case something goes wrong, I will always remember you this way, remember us like this," I explained. A tear trickled down my face, followed by another. 
 
"Darling, I want to make love to you as a whole man, not as the illusion of one," he protested. 
 
"Please, take me. Make me yours again," I insisted, reaching below to unbuckle his pants and draw him nearer against me. I freed his erection, as it sprang to life in my hands. Our lips met once more, as heat flared between us, sizzling in the air. I spread my legs apart, bracing myself against the tree for support.  
 
I guided his hard rod to my wet entrance and then he put his hands on my shoulders in protest once more. This time I would not take ‘No’ for an answer. I needed him in this moment. 
 
“Cassandra, forgive me I can’t.” He said with such remorse as he looked away from me. 
 
“Pierre, you’re no illusion to me. You’re as real to me as the oak tree against my back, as real as the stars and moon that hang in the sky.” I placed my hand on his chest where I felt his heart beat beneath my fingers and felt the softness of his skin. 
 
“Even now, I can feel your heart beating. You are real; as real as I am. Can’t you feel how real you are to my body?” I took one of his hands and guided it underneath my skirt. “Touch me, know that you’re whole.” 
 
His fingers brushed against my hot sex. I arched my back against the tree on contact. Damn, what he could do to me was fantastic. His fingers skimmed over my soft, moist flesh. I moaned as Pierre continued to caress me. He seemed to be still unsure so I placed my hand over his; pushing his fingers deeper into my wet channel. 
 
“Oh, Pierre, yes!” I arched my back once more; lifting up my hand to a tree branch. I gripped it with all my might as his fingers weaved their way in me.  
 
Pierre leaned into my body as stroked in and out of me. “I feel you. Do you feel me?” I whispered hoarsely against his neck. 
 
“God, yes. I can’t stand this! I have to be in you.”  
 
Suddenly, he grabbed my ass and hoisted up my thighs as my legs tangled themselves around his waist. I felt the head of shaft bump my inner thigh. He looked at me with fervent need just as he impaled me.  
 
Pierre lifted my shirt up and nuzzled at my breasts as he pumped softly into me. His tongue found each nipple in turn, dancing across them. I thrust my pelvis forward against his, meeting his entry, again and again. I moaned loudly, and clutched at his head. 
 
After a few moments, he withdrew from me abruptly. I peered at, confused as to his sudden stop. He pushed at my shoulders until I was kneeling before him. “Wrap your lips around me,” he whispered. 
 
I leaned closer and tentatively kissed the head of his staff. Soon, my lips were gliding back and forth, taking him as deeply as I could go. He groaned his approval lustily. I swirled my tongue over and around the tip, scooping up pre-cum. Then I traced it along the edge of his hard shaft. 
 
Before long, he tugged at my arms, lifting me up. “Please turn around and bend over,” he requested. 
 
I did as he asked, bracing my hands against the oak tree for support. I glanced back to see him kneeling down behind me. I gasped as I felt him spread my buns apart. His tongue lightly slithered along my crack, finding my anus. It lingered there for a moment. Then his tongue found my honey-hole and dipped inside for a taste. 
 
“Oh, God, Pierre!” I cried out, as waves of pleasure washed over me. The sensation of his agile tongue darting in and out of my sweet snatch nearly did me in. My knees threatened to give out on me. Suddenly, I exploded all over his face. 
 
I panted for air and begged, “Please, take me. I need you inside me, baby!” 
 
He rose to stand behind me, rubbing himself along my slit. To my relief, he plunged within my tight sheath. His tool stroked my inner walls in a perfect, continuous rhythm. My buns humped eagerly upon him, receiving his tool hungrily into my womanly depths. 
 
Without warning, there was an angry voice shouting through the woods. “Where are you, bitch?” 
 
I recognized that voice immediately. It was John; obviously he’d come back again. Why couldn’t he take a hint? Wouldn’t he ever learn to leave me the hell alone? 
 
“We’d better hurry, Cassandra. We’re running out of time,” Pierre murmured against my ear. “I can’t protect you from John, unless I’m a real man once more.” 
 
“Okay, we’ll go. But I want your seed now, before we go to the cabin,” I responded breathlessly. “Don’t stop until we release together.” 
 
So, he acquiesced to my demand.  Pierre resumed thrusting his, hard erection into my tight, wet pussy.  My body scooping every bit of what he was giving to me.  I could no longer determine where I ended and he began.  We were as one. 
 
His cock rammed into my snug, core back and forth.  My hands clasped around the tree trunk for support as Pierre plunged deeper and deeper into me.  I was getting lost in that white heat again that blurred my vision. 
 
His fingers found their way back to my cleft.  He rubbed me in circles as he continued wildly, pumping into me.  Just another surge and I would be lost. 
 
“Cassandra, Oh God!”  He said as I felt his balls slapping against me. 
 
“That’s it yes, give it to me Pierre!”   
 
“I’m fucking coming! Yes, yes!”   
 
Pierre gave me one final push and then he erupted inside me.  As his hot load spilled, I flew apart myself not once, but twice.  I hollered his name as my inner walls clutched into him, relishing that dragging sensation along my channel, becoming soaked with ecstasy. 
 
I gasped for oxygen; dragging air into my burning lungs.  On my next breath, I said “Never doubt you are very real, there’s no illusion here.”  I glanced back and smiled. 
 
He slowly lifted his eyelids, revealing that same glazed look that I had.  “Never again.”  He smiled back then he slowly released me and righted my clothes back to their proper place.   
 
He stuffed himself back into his pants and buckled his belt.  He pushed his hair out of his face and looked around.  “We need to get out of here.  NOW!” he said grabbing my hand. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 9  
 
 
 
By now, we were not walking but running back to the cabin. That looney tune ex of mine was still loose in the wind and the last thing I wanted was another run in with him.  Pierre’s time with me was limited. 
 
We pushed our way through the cabin door, and there was John standing there with the talisman in his hand, and a fire burning.  Pierre disappeared once more becoming nothing more than a vapor. But I knew he was still here. 
 
“So, I couldn’t help but overheard that this…” he shook the amulet, “this is what will bring loverboy back to the present.”  He snickered, lifting one corner of his mouth revealing disgust. 
 
“Give me that amulet.”  I shouted, extending my hand outward for the object. 
 
“No, you worthless piece of shit.”  He replied.  “As I told you yesterday, you belong to me.  Not some freaky ghost.”  He tossed the amulet toward the fire. 
 
I felt my breath hitch. Before I knew it, I was diving for that precious gold and amethyst. I would not allow John to screw with my happiness a moment longer. The chain of the amulet dangled over the burning embers. I grabbed it and blew a sigh of relief only to feel grubby fingers kneading into my shoulder. 
 
"Give me that Cassandra!" John yelled as he wrenched me around. I collapsed onto the ground, clutching Pierre's key to salvation. 
 
Like I really was gonna listen to him. I shook my head to focus and noticed the fire poker amongst the broken glass shards. I reached for it; my fingers grasped the iron as John hovered over me. 
 
I only reacted and swung the iron weapon in a half circle. It apparently made contact with his head because at the next moment, I saw John's body collapse unconscious. Oh, God! I hoped I didn't kill him.even if he did deserve it. 
 
I stuffed the amulet in my pocket and pointed the poker at him as I rose. I had no clue if he was playing 'opossum' but I sure as hell was not about to find out. I nudged his arm with my foot. On contact, he moaned. 'Whew.at least he was still alive.' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 10  
 
 
 
Pierre materialized back in the cabin. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into his warm embrace. God, he felt great.so strong. And now I was about to do the unthinkable. 
 
"Oh, God, Cassandra! Are you alright?" He kissed my lips frantically as if to savor them one last time. 
 
"Yes, I'm okay. I just thought for a moment I had lost you.  Lost our chance forever when John threw the talisman toward the fire." I said leaning my head on his shoulder.  
 
Silence lingered over us for a minute until Pierre broke it. "Come on, let's do this." He said ushering me to the center of the room. 
 
"What do I have to do?" I asked. 
 
"You have to recite this incantation. When you say the last word, you must push this blade into my heart. My blood must be spilt on the talisman. I know this is going to be hard, but you must do this Cassandra," he said quietly, handing me the knife. 
 
My face was now grim and less than eager. Could I really do this? I looked over at Pierre's face. It was the same face I used to see in the mirror when I was with John. The look of sadness and incompleteness. 
 
'Yes!' I thought to myself. 'I can do this.' 
 
Pierre handed me a folded piece of paper and smiled lightly. Our fingers grazed. "Kiss me, my love."  
 
I offered my lips to my beloved. His mouth descended on mine. The kiss was sweet and languid without any hint of goodbye. All fears were laid to rest in this kiss. I just somehow knew that this would work and I would be with my soul mate. 
 
He stepped back and sank to the floor, lying face up. I settled down beside him and began to recite: 
 
"Oh, spiritele de vânt 
 
din trecut, prezent şi viitor 
 
propulsa acest om în condiţii de siguranţă 
 
prin toate spaţiu şi timp 
 
Întoarce-l din trecut 
 
înapoi în timpul său" 
 
I looked up to him as I was getting to the last line of the sentence. I noticed he mouthed words to me. I had trouble making out what he said. On my last word, I took a deep breath and plunged the knife into his chest.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 11  
 
 
 
Pierre crashed into my arms as his blood began seeping from his chest. I had to find the courage to not cry; to see this through. His breath staggered and grew labored. I pulled the amulet from my pocket and placed it on his chest.  
 
My fingers were no longer the color of flesh. They were dripping with Pierre's precious blood, as I held the amulet tighter against him, praying this would work. 
 
His eyes became lazy and drifted backward. Now, I began to worry. Why wasn't he whole again? The blood was running like the Nile. I looked at him and tapped his cheek. 
 
"Pierre, can you hear me? Please wake up. Oh, God, don't you dare leave me! Don't leave me. I love you dammit!" I begged sorrowfully. 
 
"Cassandra." He responded hoarsely. 
 
"Pierre, yes." 
 
"I love you, too." His finger caressed my cheek and then his hand fell lifelessly to the floor. 
 
I cradled his body in my lap. Brushed the strands of hair from his face. I closed my eyes, and I recounted how my life had changed within the last 48 hours. I'd found the strength to leave John. I'd found my new lease on life with a wonderful man. It was funny, when one door closes, another seems to open. 
 
"So it took stabbing me for you to tell you loved me?" 
 
 
My eyes flashed down to Pierre. My mouth making an 'O' shape. "Pierre, you're alive!" I exclaimed, leaning down to give him a bear hug. I kissed him tenderly. 
 
"Well I said it first." I snickered with glee. 
 
"Wrong, I said it first. I mouthed the words to you." 
 
"Well, that doesn't count." 
 
"Of course it counts." 
 
I decided that I was winning this battle. I smashed my lips into his, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. 
 
He grumbled a little bit. I pulled back and mouthed 'sorry', suddenly remembering he's recovering from a stab wound in his chest. He righted himself and sat up, looking down at his blood soaked clothes. Upon closer inspection, we noted that the wound itself had miraculously healed. 
 
"Guess, I'll be in need of a new wardrobe." He smiled up at me. 
 
"Don't worry, I'll take you shopping." I replied and laughed. 
 
Noise rustled at the back of the cabin. It was John.trying to wake up. If there was only a way to give the jerk a dose of his own medicine. 
 
"What do we do about him?" Pierre nodded, lifting one eyebrow. 
 
"I have an idea." I smiled. 
 
I stood over John's body and placed the talisman on his chest. Pierre picked up a dusty book and flipped through its pages. He then handed it to me and said, "Here's the spell you need to use. It's the same one that sent me back in time." 
 
So, I looked at the ancient Romanian language and began to recite over John: 
 
"Oh, spiritele de vânt 
 
din trecut, prezent şi viitor 
 
propulsa acest om în condiţii de siguranţă 
 
prin toate spaţiu şi timp 
 
Întoarce-l din trecut 
 
înapoi în timpul său" 
 
Finally, he came to. "What are you doing Cassandra?" He looked scared for once his life. 
 
 
"Giving you a chance to understand that your actions will not go unpunished. I hope you find your soul mate." 
 
He looked at me, then to Pierre, somewhat confused as I recited the last word. He finally understood. His eyes flashed to us, and then he disappeared. 
 
"Well, I guess it's just you and me now." Pierre extended his hand to mine. 
 
"Yes, it looks like we finally found each other." I grasped his hand and stood in his frame and kissed his jaw line. 
 
"Hmmm.  You know your kisses will get you into trouble?" He winked at me. 
 
"Oh, yeah, what else?" I was playing his game now. 
 
"This." He grabbed me and smothered my lips with kisses and sweet caresses. His hand cupped my breast, gently pinching my nipple, causing me to whimper in delight. I moaned as that lovely heat returned to me body. 
 
"Pierre." I groaned against his neck. 
 
"Cassandra, you and I have a lot of time before the mall opens. How about we make good use of it?" he whispered, slipping his hand underneath my skirt. 
 
"I love you, you know that." I smiled at him. 
 
"I love you, too. To death." He kissed me once more, pulling me down to the bed. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Text: The story belongs to Writer723 and Asianbutterflies. Images: The images do not belong to the authors.  They came from google. All rights reserved. Publication Date: March 21st 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-asianbutterflies