He seemed as eager as she to divest his clothing, Sarah did not once take her eyes from his body as he did so. Forcing herself to look, to get past the brutality of the last time she had been with a male. This time it was her choosing, her consent not the pillaging and plundering of her body and soul that the Castle brothers had committed. Their gang rape had left her all but dead, this with Marshall was like a rebirth, an awakening she needed to get her through the next day.<br/><br/>The sudden touch of his hands to her knees jolted her, she had been so deep in thought as she had stared at him that even for a brief moment she had allowed herself to feel like a woman again. To be that woman she had been before all of this sorry mess had occurred. Marshall had stared at her, his eyes riveted to hers as if he were seeing someone else, someone familiar. With the touch of skin on skin, Sarah came back to the real world again. Torn through the space of her own thoughts to experience this coupling for what it was worth.<br/><br/>A gasp tore from her lips as he pressed his engorged phallus to her sex, her legs were spread apart for him and biting on her lower lip she felt her body tremble, buck as if it would fight him from her. A natural instinct to fight and run overwhelmed her but she pushed it down deep, closing her eyes and thinking of Sean. Suddenly it was different, she heard the sound of breathing and believed it was his. This could be the last touch, her way of saying goodbye as she had been unable to before.<br/><br/>She felt him push inside, press into her and her hands clenched to his shoulders tightly. She wanted to bury her face into his shoulder but chose instead to open her eyes and look at him. Sarah felt the excitement in her body now, the raw ache that had been dormant since they had murdered her husband. He plunged deep and she gasped, whimpered at the invasion to her sex that had not seen activity in the longest time.<br/><br/>His body lowered on to hers, mashed together chest to breasts she gasped and clung again to him as he pulled out. Her legs instinctively wrapping about his own, as if preventing him from leaving her but she needn't have feared for within seconds he delved back into the tight warm folds of her sopping sex. His mouth now tore along her neck, kissing and nipping at her as he began to thrust into her. Sarah's hands slid around his body, splaying across his back as she held on for her life. This was what she wanted, what she needed. It meant nothing though a part of her was using it to mean everything at the same time.<br/><br/>Her body bucked up to meet his, her head falling back so her neck was elongated more for his devastation. Her legs disentangled themselves from him and fell open, spread onto the bed as his locked onto it. Her eyes closed again and she turned her face towards his own, kissing along the side of his own face, nipping at his earlobe and moaning loudly her pleasure against his ear.<br/><br/>She called a name but it seemed elusive, inaudible compared to the slapping of flesh and the moans she made that were far louder. Finally her mouth sought his own, her fingers moving to curl into his hair and direct his face to hers. Hungrily she kissed him, the sex meant nothing. This was what she wanted, the intimacy of that kiss, that hunger, the passion. Devouring him with her insatiable hunger she gasped a name again and again through the slight pants of air she stole.<br/><strong>"Sean ... Sean."</strong>