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Chapter 67
Edgar Torn
I continued to thrust inside her...
And Sarah... moaned louder.
The sound of Sarah's voice, hoarse with desire, mixed with my heavy breathing, made me lose control for a second.
I was inside her.
She was... Totally hot, wet.
Too hot.
I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped.
Every part of me reacted to her touch, to her sighs, to the way her body arched against mine, as if calling me deeper, closer, more completely.
She was my chaos. My downfall.
I was crazy about her.
Sarah had no idea what she was doing to me.
I held on tight to her thighs and pushed once more, slowly, just to feel her envelop me completely.
My cock slid over her...
Fuck... how soft she was... wet. All for me.
I gasped.
She was so tight, so perfect, that I felt like my sanity was falling apart with every movement.
I continued the movements... my fingers touching her breasts, which were hard at my touch.
“Sarah...” I murmured against the skin of her neck, where I left a wet kiss, followed by a light bite.
She clung to my shoulders harder, as if she wanted to hold me there.
And I wanted to.
I wanted to stay there.
Inside her.
All night long.
Our bodies fit together as if they were made for each other.
Our rhythms were in perfect harmony.
I moved once more, now more firmly.
She moaned again, panting against my lips.
“Edgar... go deeper, harder...” she begged, her voice faltering, laden with desire and something deeper... something even I didn't quite understand.
I smiled, and Sarah met my eyes... they were shining with desire.
She was so hot.
Her eyes said more than a thousand words. They burned me. They tore me apart. It was raw passion, stripped of all shame. It was total surrender.
I felt the same... I was hers, only hers.
I leaned in to kiss her again.
This time, slower.
Deep.
Her tongue danced with mine, and my hands roamed the curves of her body, marking every inch, because she... was mine, only mine, only I could touch her.
Her hips found mine in the same rhythm; every movement she made drove me crazy.
She grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and bit my jaw hard.
I moaned at her boldness.
I was seeing another Sarah now.
“I want all of you, Edgar,” she said, kissing my lips.
I smiled between kisses and said, holding her face tenderly.
“And I want to feel you, Sarah, totally... you drive me crazy,” I said, biting her lip slowly, and then my mouth went to her breasts... I put them all in my mouth, kissed them, licked them, and nibbled them slowly.
She moaned... pulling my hair harder, but I didn't care.
I increased the pace of my thrusts, without stopping kissing her delicious breasts, without letting go of her.
I felt her nails digging into my back, and that only made me hungrier.
She was so wet, so receptive, she seemed to beg for more. And I gave it to her. Every part of me. Every thrust deeper.
Her body trembled. She bit her lip. And then...
“Edgar... I'm going to...”
“Me too...” I whispered between my teeth.
I had already put on a condom.
I squeezed one of her breasts, licked her neck, and continued moving urgently.
We came together...
It was chaos. Relief.
A scream stuck in my throat.
We were sweaty, exhausted... but it was so good... it was so good to feel her body against mine... to feel her...
I lay down on the bed next to her, panting.
Our bodies sweaty, stuck together, our hearts still racing.
We were silent for a while.
Our breaths mingling in the air, our bodies still touching, legs intertwined, hands joined.
Sarah turned her face toward me and smiled.
A slight smile. One of those smiles that take you apart.
I kissed her forehead and pulled her closer.
She nestled into my chest, snuggling as if it were the safest place in the world.
I closed my eyes with her in my arms. And then... sleep came.
But it was only for a short time...
I woke up in the middle of the night, my forehead sweaty, my chest heaving. My heart was racing.
That same dream that had been troubling me.
A flash of images.
A figure.
A scene of blood.
Of despair.
I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Sarah.
I put my hand on my chest; it was beating too fast.
I breathed slowly and closed my eyes for a while.
I ran my hands over my face, trying to understand what it meant.
What was that shadow?
Was it the murder?
Some memory my mind was trying to reveal?
Could it be?
I opened my eyes and turned around.
I looked at Sarah sleeping next to me.
So peaceful.
I couldn't involve her in this.
Not now. Not while everything was still uncertain.
But I knew.
Tomorrow, the detective would tell me something.
I wanted it to be a breakthrough, to bring me closer to the killer.