Seven years ago, a secret had torn them apart, but their love always pulled them back together. Things have taken a turn for the worst, and once again, circumstances have brought them together. Can Rachel continue to hide behind her past, or will she stop running from the one man she would love forever? Can Marshall get his girl back, or will it always be a complicated cycle of make-ups and break-ups?
I
stretch my limbs, sore in all the right places. I stare at the hickies dotting
my torso and breasts, the bruises along my hips where Marshall dug his fingers,
and the wetness between my thighs. I squeeze my legs together at the building
need. Last night was…
“Fuck,
you feel good, Rachel,” Marshall moaned.
“Oh,
God, Marshall, fuck me hard!” I screamed, going out of my mind with pleasure.
“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking loud,” Marshall commented,
driving into me deeper and harder, making my core gush all over his hard cock.
“Then stop fucking me so
good!” I half-moaned,
half-demanded on a particularly expert thrust.
“Want me to gag you? I’ll fucking gag that dirty
fucking mouth, Rae,” he warned, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, causing me to cry
out in ecstasy.
“I fucking dare you,
asshole,” I goaded him, thrusting
my hands into his dark hair and pulling hard.
“I’ll shove my cock deep
down your throat to shut you up,” he threatened, making my pussy tighten in delight.
“And I’d love it,” I challenged, hoping he’d take the bait.
I smile. It’s all I can do. I had Marshall again and it was explosive, as it
always is between us; but more than that, we connected again. I turn on my side
and gaze at his sleeping form, trailing my finger along his bicep. His hair is
a mess, there are scratches down his back, and hickies on his collarbone that
continue down his chest to his hips.
I was with him and it felt like old times, like we had no care
in the world. It was just me and him, bodies melding, hearts binding, souls
entwining. For a moment, it was impossible to tell where I ended and he began.
We existed in each other and in that moment we were one. Nothing else mattered.
It was just us and the love we still had for each other in spite of all that
happened between us.
Ghiselle lives in
Jamaica with her husband, Chris, and her handsome baby, Panthro the cat. She
works full time but always makes time for music, writing, reading and chatting
on Goodreads.
Ugh, I hate talking
about myself in the third person.
Anywho…
I went to the Jamaica
Theological Seminary (haha, yes!) where I studied Social Work and graduated
with honors in June 2010. Since then, the writer in me has reawakened and hasn’t gone to sleep. I completed my first novel
in January of 2013 which led me into writing
my debut novel South Row in March 2014.
I pray my passion brings
you as much joy as it has brought me.
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