La Bête Dans
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02/28/2016

EMILY

It's been a month since my "mother" resurfaced. Or rather resurrected. She was dead to me. For many years she has been. Abandoning me the way she did.

The twins were now three months. Time flies really. Luke and we're getting extremely close. We talked a lot and perhaps laughed more. He had such a wonderful sense of humor.

Something changed the day after Helena came. Luke was so much more open. We were practically inseparable. But he never came to my bed. After I had the children he never came and slept with me.

I still saw him looking at me with desire. Or maybe I could be wrong. He watched my lips closely whenever we were alone. I found myself thinking about intimate things with Luke.

It also did not help that I kept reading erotic books from the library. Of course Luke never saw. The books painted pictures in my head.

I found myself imagining Lukes fingers on the inside of my thighs. Kissing me, undressing me. When I snapped out of it I would be breathing hard and even sweaty.

I found myself constantly comparing my  sexual experience with the ones I read in the books. It seemed very enjoyable in the books. But my encounter with Luke was not like that. It was painful. I tried to forget but I could not.

What would be like a second time. Would he be gentle? Or just as hard as the first time. I shuttered at the thought.
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Tonight we were having dinner with Luke's parents. I could just tell it would be a night of amusement.

I was taken from my thought when Mrs Witty bought me a letter. Oh god not one more. My mothers has been writing me. I never opened any of the letters rather than burn them.

Did she really think writing some stupid letters , a few tears and saying sorry could make me forgive her. Could heal me. Could mend the gap left in my heart from the absence of her presence all these years. No! It was not enough.

I took the letter and walked to the fire to throw it in.

"Don't" I didn't need to look around to see that it was Luke.

"Why shouldn't I?" I whispered

"I watched you burnt the last six. You need to see what she has to say. You must be curious"

"Curious for what? All she's going to do is tell me lies to forgive her" I felt a familiar anger raising up.

Luke took the letter from my hands and read it.

"She's leaving day after tomorrow"

"Good riddance"

"She's begging to see you one last time. I think you should go"

"Why are you pushing this? For me to see her. She LEFT me. Abandoned me. She would rather someone to warm her bed than to love her daughter. Her only child! She's selfish. And if her wish is to see me before she goes then she can just go and died for all I care. I'm being the selfish one now for a change" I shouted at Luke. None of this was his fault.

"Jesus Emily she's dying!" He screamed at me.

"What?"

Luke came back with a file. Half throwing it at me.

She was dying. She had remarried. But kept my father's name. She had two more children. A boy and a girl!

I had siblings. A brother who was fifteen and a sister twelve.

"How do you know all this?"

"I sent Alexander to find out information. He ended going to where your mothers now lives and spoke to her husband"

"And you kept this from me for weeks"

"I wanted you see your mother out of the kindness of your heart and not out of pity. You have it written all over your face"

"I can't see her. I can't. I don't know if I can forgive. I don't know"

"Yes you can. You don't have to do it alone. You have me now"

I hugged him and breathed him in. I had Luke now. I wasn't alone anymore.
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"And that's when he said mother what's a penis?"

Everyone laughed except Luke.

Mr and Mrs Rochester has been telling stories about Luke as a child. He was not pleased. It was hilarious. He sat sulking like a child.

Luke childhood was nothing like mine. He had parents who loved him. Guided him. Protected him.

"Okay one last story" Mr Rochester said. I placed my elbows on the table and rested my chin my palms. Saddled up for this story.

"There was once a girl called Penelope.."

The story was cut short by Luke's banging of fist on the table.

"That's enough. Not this story father" he pleaded

"Maybe some other time daughter when Luke's not around" he winked at me.

"It's getting rather late. We should get going darling" Mrs Rochester touched her husband.

"Ah yes we should get going indeed" he kissed her on the mouth.

I was surprised they displayed such affection in public. I looked over to Luke who was looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"We walked them at the door. Luke hugged his parents. They both kissed me on the cheek.

We walked up stairs in silence. I turned to open my door and we both entered my room. The twins fast asleep in their crib. I looked up at Luke.

"I would very much like to kiss you right now" he was actually asking permission. I had often wondered what kissing Luke would feel like. But I never acted on it.

"I think I would very much like that"

Luke took his thumb and stroke my cheek. He lower his face to mine. He gentle placed his lips on mine. They were warm and soft. He opened his mouth and took my bottom into his mouth.

I follows his lead. I sank into the kiss. I was being to feel arouse I drew him closer to me and I curled my hand in hair.

Is this what kissing feels like. I could feel myself getting aroused. My most intimated part felt like it tingles. I clenched my legs together.

He placed kisses along collar. Slow and tormenting.

"Emily you have no idea how long I've waited for you"

"Touch me please" I heard myself say.

Just like I felt all his restraint fall. His hands crept up to my bum giving it a squeeze. He zipped the back on the dress. Luke took a step back and the dress fell to the ground.

He drank me in his eyes. He released a groan. I could tell he was aroused. I stepped out of the dress and walked over to Luke wasting no time to feel his lips on mine. Luke's mouth felt as though it was made for kissing.

His lips then moved to neck. Kissing me there. Then I felt his hands. Slowly sliding under my shift. Towards my center. My legs began to shake. I grabbed his hand.

To move it closer or to stop it. I wasn't sure.

"Luke" a moan broke from my lips.

He froze and straighten up. My face was red. He looked at me and placed a chaste kiss on my jaw and bid me goodnight. I was slightly confused.

Why did he leave. Did I do something wrong.

I laid in bed. All I could think about was Luke. His moans. The look on his face. Luke's hand touching me.

I had my first kiss. Luke and I kissed. I wanted to kiss him again. Over and over again.

I touched my lip. Luke had given me my first kiss. And I dare say I enjoyed it very much. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Picture above is how Emily looks when she laid in bed thinking about the kiss. It's actually a gif but since I'm using my phone it won't work sorry...

ALSO IS THERE ANY BRYSON TILLER LISTENERS!!! I looooove him so much..

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