“You know what I’ve come to realize?” she said.


“Life isn’t easy and it’s not supposed to be. I don’t want you to run from me or hide anymore. I’d like to get to know you.” She took his hand, locking their fingers together. “Can we have a chance to be together? You and me with no one else trying to take it away from us?” She licked her dry lips.

“There are times I forget you don’t remember.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s the best kind of thing,” he said. His hand stroked down her cheek, moving to the back of her neck and she waited. He pulled her close and when his lips met hers, it was everything she had hoped it would be. She let out a little moan, gripping his shirt and moving so that she straddled his waist.

The hard ridge of his cock pressed between her thighs, and a hunger she couldn’t even recall consumed her. This was what she wanted. Needed.

“Robin,” he said between kisses.

“Please, don’t stop kissing me.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

She pulled back. “I’m not panicking. I’m not scared. I want this, Preacher. I … I’ve been near Bishop and there’s nothing there. I don’t know why I ended up married to him, and quite frankly, I don’t care. Don’t you feel this?” She put her hand on his chest. “I can’t give you everything you want. I don’t know if I’ll ever remember what happened between us in the past, but I can give you my future.” She kissed his lips. “You said we didn’t have a whole lot of time together, so why wait?”

“A few hours ago, you couldn’t breathe because of a panic attack. We should take it slow.”

She rubbed her pussy against his dick, not wanting to take it slow. For some reason, she felt like there had already been too much time wasted already. She was tired of waiting for something to happen.

During her short twenty years of living, she’d become pregnant, married her best friend, been taken by a monster, lost her memories, and now she was this person who she couldn’t count on anymore.

“I don’t want to take it slow. I’m tired of waiting around.” She kissed him, sliding her tongue across his mouth until he opened up, and she released a moan, feeling connected to him once more. “Don’t you want me?”

“It’s not a matter of want. I’m trying to do the right thing here and to give you a chance to recover.”

She pulled away, staring him in the eye, really seeing him. “And what if I don’t ever recover? What if these feelings will never return? I don’t know what the future holds and to be frank, I’m scared. What if I never know what happened to me or who I can trust? My entire life is a mystery to me and all I care about right now is if you’d kiss me. I want you to kiss me. To feel you inside me. Is that so bad?”

He groaned, running his hands up and down her back, gripping her ass tightly. He didn’t move or say anything for several minutes. She held her breath, waiting until he finally pulled her down and her lips crashed against his. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not wanting to let him go as she sank her fingers into his hair.

She released a giggle as he turned her to the bed, but she wasn’t laughing for long as he lifted her shirt. His fingers danced across her skin. She held her breath as he grazed across the underside of one breast.

“Tell me to stop.”


She pulled him down, kissing him again as he cupped her tit. A fire spiraled between her thighs and she took his other hand, placing it between her thighs so he knew what it was she wanted, what she craved.

He broke from the kiss, trailing his lips down to her neck, sucking over her pulse before moving down even further, going to her chest.

“I want this off.” He tore at the shirt, pushing it up over her head and tossing it to the side. “Beautiful.”

“Have you seen me naked before?” she asked.

“Yes, and you’re just as beautiful now as you were then.” He pressed her tits together and she watched as he flicked his tongue across each bud.

She moaned as the pleasure rushed straight through her body, going to her core. He sucked on each nipple, using his teeth to graze across the surface, nibbling and biting.

Preacher didn’t linger for long as he started to kiss down her body, going lower to her stomach. What she didn’t want him to see was the ink across the base of her back. She didn’t know who Reaper was, nor did she ever intend to see him again.

When he got to between her thighs, he opened the catch of her jeans and pulled them down her thighs. She spread open her legs and he tugged on the panties. She heard the fabric tear and she giggled, smiling up at him.

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