Gabrielle
Gabrielle is in het buitenland en werkt als maatschappelijk werker op het platteland van Nigeria. Hun organisatie biedt sociaal werk aan mensen in milita-gevangenkampen en werkt met de zegen van de lokale krijgsheren die de buitenlandse maatschappelijk werkers binnenlaten om hun internationale reputatie te verbeteren. Ze zijn net verhuisd naar het volgende kamp, wanneer de bewakers hen vertellen dat ze beschuldigd worden van het verlenen van steun aan rebellengroepen, het doorgeven van informatie aan rebellengroepen tussen de kampen en het smokkelen van smokkelwaar. Al het personeel wordt van elkaar gescheiden en ze krijgen te horen dat ze in het kamp zullen worden vastgehouden totdat hogerop een beslissing neemt wat er met hen moet gebeuren. Het is tijd voor Gabrielle's zoektocht en examen met de zeer blije officier die haar moet onderzoeken ...
Moaning deeply, I arch my back off the bed, meeting his thrust with equal desperation. My fingers claw at the sheets beneath me as sensation after sensation washes over me in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain. His hips pump against mine rhythmically, driving him deeper inside me with each stroke.
"Cayde," I gasp out between kisses, my voice hoarse from the intensity of our lovemaking. "I need... more."
I continue to slowly fuck you, thinking just how crazy this is. Having started out as me being forced to rape you, and now we're here having loving sex
Crazy... maybe... but it feels so right. You make me feel wanted, needed... and that's something I haven't felt in a long time. My fingers dance up his chest, tracing the lines of his abs before moving higher to tangle in his hair once more. With each thrust you drive deeper, pushing past my limits and opening me wider than I ever thought possible.
I moan your name as pleasure washes over me in a wave, leaving me shuddering and spent beneath your touch. "Cayde...,"
With a contented sigh, she nestles herself back into the crook of his arm, pressing her cheek against his chest. The cool night air tickles her bare skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat that still radiates off him. She can feel his heartbeat slow and steady beneath her ear; a reassuring rhythm that tells her everything is going to be all right.
I run my fingers through Gabrielle’s hair, feeling truly happy for the first time in my life. “Please stay with me,” I whisper to her, speaking of more than just this one night.
She lifts her head, meeting his gaze. "I want to," she says simply. "I think... this could be something really special." And then she leans in and kisses him again, sealing the promise between them for all eternity.