0 comments/ 115538 views/ 74 favorites Intense Love By: devle "See ya." I called to my Asian friend Jenny. "Bye Rain." She answered as she hurried back into her house. Me and Jenny have been friends for eight years and now that we had graduated from college the world was our oyster. Jenny had a boyfriend and that night the three of us had gone clubbing. I tried to have fun but when we were dancing this strange man kept staring at us. "He's got the hots for you." I teased Jenny motioning my martini glass toward the guy in black in the corner of the bar. "Fuck you." Jenny laughed. "You know I got a man." "And he gives me all I need." I teased in a singsong voice. "Bitch." She muttered and to revenge herself she started to make out with her boyfriend as he sat down beside her. I rolled my eyes. Out of sheer curiosity I looked in the direction of the mystery man. He was hot, I had to admit. Even dressed all in black it matched his dark hair. I guess it was his eyes. They were this piercing green. The level of intensity that he was projecting in our general direction was overwhelming. I quickly looked away. Slut, I thought good naturedly, Jenny was my BF and she was pretty it wasn't her fault if the guys never noticed me and I was still boyfriendless and a virgin. Damn my plainness. I was so ordinary. Brown hair, brown eyes, a decent body but hell no one is perfect, right? This was when I decided to bail and the three of us left the club. Now as I walked to my car safe and sound half an hour away from the loud music I thought that now was the time for a major makeover. Maybe makeup, I thought as I leaned over the car to open my door. I heard the crunch of gravel before I felt the iron band about my waist and the hand crushed over my lips. Oh my god, was my first thought. In the time it took me to form that thought I was being hauled off to another side street. There were no lights and no sidewalk just the horribly loud crunch of gravel. I began to struggle trying to stomp on the instep of the attacker's foot but he kept walking even when I did hit the mark. His breathing was even and soft in my ear and I thought that he must be very strong. For all my bitching and insecurity I am not a small woman. This fucker is going to have one huge fight on his hands. "Slut." He hissed in my ear his lips warm and soft on the outer shell. "Makin' out in front of your nice friend. What a bitch you are." Holy shit! He was the guy in the club. Somehow he had followed us here and thought that I was Jenny. I began to try to speak through his fingers but my words were muffled and unintelligible. He threw me down then. The gravel was sharp and cut my hands and knees through my pants when I fell. I tried to get up and run when his hand lashed out. "Please," I tried to say. "Shut up, bitch." He snarled his hand in my hair pulling me up on my knees. "I'm not her!" I managed to say through the pain and fear. For that I received a stinging slap on my cheek. I tasted blood. "Liar. Pretty, but a liar." He stroked my wounded cheek with a hand suddenly caressingly soft. "Take me into the light and see for yourself." I licked my dried lips. He paused for a minute as if deciding what to do then he pulled up on my hair so that I got up on my feet. His other hand clapped over my mouth. He led me to a dirty lamp at the end of the alley that had flies buzzing around it. The light was dim as he thrust me up against the wall his hand about my throat. It took my eyes a moment to clear and adjust to the light. I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Fucker." I chocked out. He was even more beautiful up close. His black brows were arched, those green eyes were narrowed slightly as he studied my face. His other hand came up to wipe away the trickle of blood that poured from the corner of my mouth where he had slapped me. "I'm sorry, baby." His voice was husky and low. The rapist's edge to it had gone. "I didn't know it was you." "Please let me go." I felt pretty confident now that he would feel bad for his mistake and let me go. I would call the cops and warn Jenny, my day would be saved. He kissed me then. I almost wish he had slapped me again. His kiss scared me more. His lips were soft coaxing my lips apart to tease me with his tongue. I tried to move away I didn't like french kissing. The one guy who had done that to me mauled my face. But this guy was good. Sinfully good. "Please no." I whispered. "You're the one I wanted anyway. I was going to beat the fuck out of your friend and then come for you, my love." He was speaking through the kisses he bestowed on my neck. He had released my neck and I began to struggle against him. Pushing at his solid hard chest was like shoving against a brick wall. "You better stop that shit. Come on baby, I saw you look at me." His hands were on my ass literally lifting me off my feet with his incredible strength forcing me to lean back against the wall of the alley. He pushed my crotch into his hardening cock. "You want this." His voice was still soft and he was truly scaring me. "I'm not pretty enough for you." I blurted out and the words were true. Even though he had hit me that didn't make him less of a god. "You're beautiful." He slipped a knee up to hold me against him leaving his hands free to roam over my small breasts. "I'm on my period." "So you'll be extra wet for me." "I have AIDS." Man, I was scrapping the barrel here. "Right." I heard the scream of rending cloth as he ripped my tank top off me. Damn me for not wearing a bra. His mouth went immediately to my nipples. Despite the situation his mouth sent thrills through my body. I moaned aloud. No one had ever touched me this way. He opened his black jeans pushing me up against the wall parting my legs. "No, no." I moaned as his hand delved into my pants to stroke my shaven cunt. He kissed me again parting the wet folds of my cunt to finger my clit. I cried out in pleasure my body was being used to skillfully betray me. What a fucker he was for knowing how to play me like a harp. Before I was aware of it my panties were pushed down and cold air touched my hip. He came between my legs then. The soft wet tip of his hard cock was paused at the opening of my cunt. "Please," He surged in. I screamed then but his lips were on mine. When he released me he just stayed there buried balls deep in me. He was hard, hot and throbbing. He had hurt at first but now that he was giving me a moment I was starting to enjoy the feeling of fullness, the scent of him in my nostrils. "This changes everything." He whispered in my ear. Then I was past hearing as he bagan to pull out and then ease back in slowly. I have to give him credit he recognized that it was my first time and he wasn't just hammering away at me. At least not until a minute later. He began to ride me harder and deeper my back slamming up against the hard cold wall of the alleyway. My moans mingled with his. The heat that I had felt at his kisses went up my spine now like a fireball as he pounded me hard. I was cumming. All my muscles were locking up I felt my cunt clench his cock so hard he cried out in a mixture of intense pain and pleasure. The release I felt moments afterward was mind numbing. After a few hard strokes I felt him cum deep inside me. He braced his hands on the wall with my arms about his neck my legs wrapped about his hips. Oh fuck. I was just raped in an alley. His cum is dripping from my cunt. I'm not on anything. This fucker could have AIDS. "You shit!" I cried out shoving him away feeling him slide out of my pussy. I was sore and raw. "Bastard. Do you have AIDS? I suppose you don't give a shit that you just came in me and I'm not on anything." I was on the ground struggling into my torn shirt. I wasn't scared now. I was super pissed. Mostly at him but partly at myself too, I could have fought harder or at least screamed for god's sake. When I stood up he was already dressed again. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you." He reached out again to touch me but I knocked his hand away running like hell to my car. The next day Planned Parenthood gave me the morning after pill and I decided not to go to the cops. How could they find him? I didn't even know his name. Two days later I went over to Jenny's house where her parents were just leaving. It seems Jenny had been beaten and left in the alley by her house the night before. I rode to the hospital following her parents in my car. She was going to be ok but she had broken ribs and several cuts and bruises. When I walked into her room Jenny looked at me. One of her eyes had a red mote in the sclera. Wordlessly she handed me a piece of paper and turned away from me. "Jenny," She wouldn't even look at me after that. I took the paper outside and in front of my car I read the note. It was sealed with a red wax seal and had my name scrawled across the top of the paper in bold strokes. The letter read thus: Come to me in the alley tonight. This will never end for your friend if you do not. It will only get worse. Love, C. Holy fuck. What else could I do? I told myself for the millionth time as I stood in the alley below the dim lamp waiting. I saw him then approaching me. As he entered the circle of faint light I saw that somehow he had grown even more handsome. He wore a blue T-shirt and blue jeans the muscles of his arms bulging, stretching the cotton of his shirt. "What do you want?" I came out with it. The words were driven more out of fear than boldness. "You." He said just as simply only he wasn't afraid. I could see the arrogant glimmer in his green eyes. Bastard, he knew he was in control. "Leave my friend alone." "Oh I will." He stroked my arm. The fine hairs raising up on the bare flesh. "Provided that you agree to my demands." "Fuck you." I spat out. What else does an animal do when it is trapped in a corner with no where else to go? "In good time, my love." He grabbed my jaw rubbing his thumb over my lips. "I want you to be mine. Only mine, Rain." My eyes widened in shock as I realized that he knew my name. "I'll keep beating your friend. And when that gets boring I'll come to your house and beat on your family. Wait for you in your room. You know, the one with the white lace curtains and the walnut desk in the corner. I'd love to fuck you in your own bed. Feel that tight cunt milking my cock. I dream about you, Rain." I shook my head in denial. I couldn't speak. "I know you dream about me." He whispered his lips touching mine softly. He backed away then releasing me. "So, what'll it be?" "You just want me for your whore." How could this be happening to me? How Jenny be in the hospital because of this man? What the fuck was I to do? "Not my whore, Rain. Never that. I want permanence, fidelity, virginity." At the last word he arched one black brow. "Everything you can give." "No." I said firmly. He spun around on one heel and went marching off into the night. Shit! "Where are you going?" I asked catching him by the arm. I felt the steel tendons flex underneath his velvet skin. He never paused in his stride. "I'm going to fuck with your friend a little bit. Maybe I'll cut off her oxygen. Yeah, that sounds pretty good." "No, please." I begged pulling on his arm. He stopped turning to face me. We were in public now on a main street lined with brightly lit shops. Inside there were carefree people, people who didn't have to bargain for the life of their friend. "I'll be with you." I whispered. A slow easy smile curved his lips. He slung his muscled arm about my shoulders kissing my cheek. "Why don't you introduce me to Mom and Dad?" "I don't even know your name." My heart lay as a stone in my breast. "Cullach." We were headed in the direction of my house. "I'll do anything to keep you, Rain, because I love you so much." He kissed the bruised side of my mouth licking the small scab. His words turned me on made my cunt clench in remembrance. "Say you love me." "I love you, Cullach." I was asking myself if that was a lie. What else was I to do? Intense Love Ch. 02 I guess the first thing you should know is that my parents are fuckers. They make no pretext about hating me. When I did come home from college they welcomed me home well enough. They were glad to have their little punching bag back. Cullach's arm was warm and heavy as it lay draped over my shoulders. Why did he want to go to my parent's house? He wanted to humiliate me, that had to be it. As if raping me was not enough. "Please don't make me do this." I said as we faced the door to my parent's home. "I'm here with you, Rain. Just open the door." His voice was soft and silky if I looked once more into those green eyes I would forget that he had threatened my friend's life and raped me. I would almost think he was my savior. The door was opened for me by my mother, a short, stout woman, who stared at Cullach with moon eyes. "Who are you?" She said crassly. "My name is Cullach de Cairn. I am Rain's fiance. I thought that it was time to meet the parents." His voice was smooth. Damn, he was a good liar. I couldn't move from the shock his bold statement created. Cullach literally pushed me inside. We sat down on the tiny loveseat before my parents as they perched on the sofa before us. There was a stunned silence for several moments before my mother blurted out "How the hell did you get a man like this? Are you pregnant?" Like I said, they were fuckers. "Don't let her tie you down, son." My father offered. Cullach's arm wrapped protectively around me. I could see how he clenched his jaw in tension. "Well, it has certainly been interesting to meet you." Cullach rose pulling me up beside him and hustling me to the door. "Wouldn't you like to stay for coffee?" My mother decided at that moment to become Miss Congeniality. Cullach slammed the door in response. He had his hand gripping my upper arm pulling me along with him. This had gone on long enough. I pulled out of his grasp. "Fuck this. I don't care what you do. I can't do this shit anymore." I began turning around back to the house when Cullach grabbed me again pulling me against his hard muscled chest. He smelled like soap and hot male flesh. He was pulling me after him so that we were running through the street back toward the alley. He pushed me up against the now familiar wall. "I can't get enough of you, Rain." He buried his face in my neck kissing my sensitive flesh. "Please, Cullach, no..." My arms wrapped about his neck. He pulled away to grasp my chin forcing me to look my rapist in the eye. "You're mine. Forever." He began ripping at my clothes pulling my pants off of me. I was pushing and struggling against his chest. At one point I bit his neck hard as he was fumbling with his pants. He moaned in pleasure fisting his hand in my hair to pull me away. I licked my lips tasting the salt of his skin. He kissed me, his lips crushing mine as he plunged into me. Hot and thick. God, how could I have fought so hard against him when I wanted Cullach. If I admitted it to myself, I had wanted him when I first saw him emerging into the light to meet me here. He rode me wildly. My virgin cunt was still tender from his first fucking and now I was burning inside feeling the same fire ripple through me deliciously. I came in his arms crying out as I felt him cum deep in me. We lay against each other our chests heaving for a minute before Cullach pulled away and we straightened our clothes. "This doesn't change anything. You just raped me again." My voice was wooden. I was dead inside. In my mind I wished that things were different, that Cullach really was a nice guy who actually loved me. "What the fuck don't you get, Rain?" Cullach exploded. Running his hands through his thick black hair he looked back at me with his green eyes blazing. "You want the truth don't you, baby?" He reached out caressing my face. "Here it is. It would not have helped you to go to the cops." "Fuck you. I could go right now Cullach de Cairn I even have your cum seeping out of me!" What an asshole! He was even more of an asshole when he burst out laughing at my comment. Then he sobered up. "I'm a cop, Rain." "Bullshit." I was actually trembling now against the wall. "I'm not lying. Anything you would have filed would have gone straight to me and I would have destroyed it." "You bastard so that is how you knew my name." I was horrified. I had always hated the cops and now I knew why. "I was a random choice from the computer?" "It wasn't like that. I'd like to think it was fate that brought us together." He pressed up against me the heat from his body seeping into my bones as he held me close. "Your neighbor is a small time drug dealer. We were casing him out but it wasn't my case. Two men called in sick and there was no one else but me. So I was placed in your backyard staring at a wall all night until about two am when this lovely creature comes outside." He sighed in remembrance. "You were wearing a white nightgown and at first I thought that you were a ghost. Until I heard you whispering softly to the night. I fell in love with you at that moment. When my shift was over I copied your address found out your parents names and looked up their DMV records and guess who else popped up. That's how I knew your name." His story was fantastic. I hadn't been outside once in the middle of the night for three months. "I came back that night and broke into your house. It wasn't hard. I walked down your hall and found your room. You were curled up so sweet in your bed. I just sat there and watched you sleep. Every night for three months I watched you. I could have had you at any time but I waited." "It really is no use to fight you." I leaned my head back against the brick wall exposing my neck. "I don't want you to fight me, Rain. I want you to love me the way I love you." His lips trailed softly, erotically up my neck. "Cullach, please." I was fast succumbing to his desire. "Say it, Rain." "I love you, Cullach." But it was different now. Cullach was not just some random rapist he was someone who had been close enough to touch me for three months. He really did love me. Does rape end in a happily ever after? I was about to find out. Intense Love Ch. 03 I’ve been raped twice, I tried to remind myself as Cullach kissed me again. His kisses were a drug and he knew it. I began to close my eyes feeling the rasp of the brick against the exposed skin of my shoulder. He was insatiable. He made me say I loved him. Twice. “If it were any other way,” I didn’t realize I had spoken aloud until Cullach straightened up and looked at me with his deep green eyes. “What do you mean, Rain?” He looked very serious. I began to shiver in the cold night wind without Cullach’s body heat surrounding me. “I don’t know anything about you and you expect me to love you.” Cullach clenched his fists. “I’m trying to play your game, Cullach!” God, I’d had it! He seemed like he wanted to beat me and maybe if he did then he would go away. What a perverse mixture of relief and anxiety that caused me. “You want to appease me, right? You think I’m unstable like I’m some psycho fixated on you.” His hand reached out touching my face. “Cullach, don’t do this.” “You can’t say no, Rain, because I love you, you can’t say no.” His hand was large and warm upon my breast I could feel his heat through my clothes. My breathing came in small gasps. “Ask me what you want to know.” He buried his dark head in my neck biting and kissing my throat while his hand moved from my breast down over my stomach into my pants. His fingers moved below my panties to my wet cunt that moments ago he had been inside. He thrust one finger into my cunt. I cried out at the touch. “Or are you now realizing that nothing matters.” In and out, he brushed my clit, I was slowly going insane only wanting more, for the fire to never stop. “I can do this to you, Rain. Only me.” Abruptly he withdrew his finger and stepped back a few feet. I could only stare as Cullach licked his finger. “Sweet, but you’re bleeding.” I blushed furiously. “I should ask you why you were still a virgin when I had you. But I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.” I began to inch slowly along the wall to get away from Cullach. His mysterious eyes followed my movements. “Do you really think I could ever leave you?” I knew he never would. But I couldn’t say it the words couldn’t move past the boulder that closed up my throat. “I love you, Rain and you love me. If I have to rape you a thousand times to prove it.” “Don’t you want it to be different between us? Or do you just like to rape me?” I sounded like a little girl with my voice tear filled and whispery. He came forward then grasping my shoulders hard. I was so close to him once again feeling his heat wash over me the scent of him wrapping itself about me. No matter what happened between us I would never forget the scent of Cullach. I would probably always compare it and him to every other man I might encounter. Presuming that I survive long enough. “That’s just it, Rain. Can you imagine what it would be like between us if you really loved me? Don’t you want to know the way I would touch you, taste you if you only said you loved me truly? Don’t think I don’t know that you are just placating me. But someday you’ll mean it and I’ll be there to hear those words, Rain and then I’ll show you how it really will be between us.” He released me and when I began to move away he made no move to stop me. I walked slowly back home. I was shaking uncontrollably my parents were still in the living room openly staring at me as I walked in. I pointedly ignored them and moved to my room where I collapsed on my bed still trembling. I was so exhausted both emotionally and physically that I immediately fell asleep. I dreamed of Cullach that night. I saw his face before me felt his fingers digging into my shoulders as he said he loved me, that he would never never leave. I felt him pounding between my legs but instead of crying out for him to stop I put my arms about his neck and kissed his lips passionately. “I love you, Cullach. Only you.” He returned my kiss a thousand fold. “I love you, Rain.” I sat up in my bed my hands covering my mouth fearing I would scream if I dropped them. It was morning. Cullach’s words still rang in my head. Shakily I arose from the bed, my parents were gone and I was grateful as I made my way to the bathroom. I hadn’t changed clothes as I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess it fell in long stringy waves to my waist. My face looked worn and tired. I was usually so careful in my appearance. I couldn’t stand to look at myself, what did Cullach see anyway? I showered and changed going through my normal ritual and feeling satisfied that at least now I looked normal. I had an interview today with a lab where I was hoping to work at so I dressed carefully braiding my hair back into a neat french braid. In my black tailored pants and crisp white shirt I headed out to my car. I pushed thoughts of Cullach out of my mind. Until I opened the car door that is. A bouquet of roses lay on the passenger seat with a card attached to it. I didn’t have to be a genius to know Cullach had miraculously gotten the keys to my car. I got in and fingered the card a moment before opening it. How nice a surprise this would be if Cullach had never raped me if he were my fiancé in truth. I would be ecstatic over the flowers. Instead now I trembled inside knowing how close he had been last night. The card was simple and brief. I love you, Rain on the inside. I managed the interview and the rest of my day with a tense air about me always looking over my shoulder watching for Cullach. He found me. I was walking into my house at about ten at night but he caught me before I was near the door slapping a hand over my mouth and dragging me into a black car. Shit! Once he threw me in the passenger side he shut the door and began to walk to the driver side I grasped the handle of the door only to find it locked. I couldn’t undo the lock from the inside either. I looked up through the windshield to see Cullach shaking his head in his hand he held a small remote control. “Fuck!” I said. Cullach smothered a laugh. “Where are we going?” I said in a heavy voice resigned to what would happen. “Home.” We didn’t speak throughout the rest of the drive as I pondered his words. I’d never had a home before. My parents made my life a living hell so where I lived I did not consider it to be home. Home was a safe place where nothing bad entered the door and only love rang through the halls. Home. Cullach had said home and I wondered what he meant by it. He drove into a rich part of town where I had never been before. It was a beautiful residential area. I was caught up looking at the scenery in the dark when Cullach stopped the car in front of a large house. I couldn’t see much of it as there were trees that obstructed my view. Cullach came around the car and helped me out keeping a tight grip on my upper arm hustling me into the house. I was in the house in the dark with Cullach before I even thought to scream. He led me in the darkness down what seemed a long hallway where we entered a room at the end. Cullach released me, I heard the door behind us close as well as a lock being set into place. The room was suddenly filled with light I found myself in what had to be Cullach’s bedroom. The room was large containing little furniture only a large four poster bed and a tall chest of drawers both in a dark wood. I stood straight waiting, my heart beating so furiously I thought Cullach could hear it. “You like it?” Cullach’s voice came from behind me. “It’s nice.” His arms came around my waist from behind me. I sank back slightly into his embrace. I was so cold and Cullach was always so hot. “Thank you for the flowers.” Why not be nice to your rapist? After all it was a cold day in hell when I received flowers. “I want to give you more, Rain.” He kissed the back of my neck. “So much more.” He whispered. He turned me to face him still trapped in his arms. Damn, why was it that every time I saw him he was even more handsome? He began to walk back toward the bed. I started to try to get away from him, even though I knew it was futile. The door was locked and the windows were all closed. “You’re making me think you liked to be raped.” He had taken my shirt and ripped the two edges apart spilling buttons on to the wood floor exposing my silky white bra. “Maybe I try to run because you are raping me.” He had me pushed up with my back against one of the posts at the foot of the bed. His hands were at the buttons on my pants undoing them pushing them off my hips. His hands came up then to slowly ease my shirt off my shoulders letting it drop to the floor. “I’ve wanted you here since I first saw you.” He kissed my lips and I couldn’t stop myself from responding to his passion. I wore a bra with a front closure he released the snap so that my bra fell away discarded. Cullach bent to suck my breasts. I absolutely loved when he did that. The feel of his hot wet mouth sucking hard on my nipple made my cunt wet and throbbing. It was still rape even if I liked this part of it, right? My fingers speared through his thick black hair. He took his mouth away bending down trailing kisses down my flesh his hands gripping my panties pulling them down, easing them as well as my pants off my feet. I could kick him now and run, the thought raced through my mind. Cullach looked up at me his green eyes full of passion mixed with heated desire. He kissed my inner thigh and I stopped thinking. He rose up stripping before me while I bit my lip staring at the muscled perfection of his body. He returned my lustful gaze as he came toward me again. His thick cock jutted out before him. I hadn’t ever seen his cock now that I thought about it. He was large and dark, the head wet with precum. Cullach came back his arms wrapped about me tentatively I reached up to place my arms about his muscled waist laying my head on his broad shoulder. I’d never touched Cullach before, not willingly. My hands slid from his waist down his back his skin was like velvet. I pressed him closer to me his body heat seeped into me his cock rubbed against my thigh. He pulled away a bit looking into my eyes. I reached up, my fingers touching his face, why did he have to be so beautiful, why couldn’t I resist? His hand came down over my thigh hooking into the back of my knee bringing my knee up around his waist. His cock slid into my cunt with a force that made me cry out. Our eyes never wavered from each other. My cunt parted for him more easily now seemingly recognizing the cock that had owned my cunt so masterfully. He moved then. I gasped. He felt hot and thick inside me setting fire to my blood soothing the ache in my sore cunt with each movement. Harder and harder he moved my back slamming against the wood. The look in his eyes captured me. Suddenly he pulled out in the midst of our fucking. My brow furrowed. “What are you doing?” Come on, I was giving in, even enjoying it a little. More than a little if I were honest. “Don’t you want me to stop?” He whispered the tip of his cock brushed against the opening of my cunt. I moved my hips desperate to have him back inside me. To not leave me so unfulfilled. He didn’t wait for my answer he saw it in my eyes. He pushed me back onto the bed the softness of the cotton a welcome respite from cold brick walls. He stood at the edge of the bed imposing and seductive all at the same time. He opened my legs pulling me to the edge of the bed. “Please Cullach,” I moaned needing, wanting what only he could give. He turned me then onto my stomach a slice of fear went through me as he pulled me up onto my hands and knees. “You’ll love this, baby.” He growled. Cullach put one of his hands on the back of my neck forcing me to go down so that my cheek lay against the sheets which effectively brought my ass up higher. He stroked my back tracing the trench of my spine with his finger. My cunt was throbbing, wanting Cullach to be inside me again. His hands came to my hips then I felt the press of his cock at my cunt I widened my knees further. Cullach sank in ripping throaty moans from me. He was so deep inside me the pulsing sensations of pleasure would kill me I was sure. He pulled out and I desperate for every touch thrust my hips back for him as he came back in. He growled out his pleasure as he sank deeply into me setting a furious pace that made me faint with pleasure. It couldn’t get any better, I thought. Until Cullach wrapped one hand about my neck the other wrapped about my waist he pulled me up onto my knees still pounding fiercely into me. I cried out as his cock slid along the front wall of my cunt hitting that especially erogenous zone that made me quiver. I laid my head back on his shoulder where he kissed my lips. This was better in the sense that now Cullach was touching me his skin was pressed to mine I could feel him moving against me feel his hips grinding as his hard cock pummeled my cunt. He moved his hand from my waist, still keeping me bound against him by the hand about my throat, his fingers found my clit as he began to rub the swollen flesh. Shock waves passed through me at that intimate touch. His thrusts became even faster as I fell into the fire that Cullach had stirred in my blood cumming violently in his arms. A few hard, deep strokes later Cullach came inside me. We stayed like that for a moment breathing deeply one of my arms lay atop his arm that grasped my neck still, the other hand was pressed flat on his back. This is rape, right? And this wasn’t home, was it? Cullach eased us back down onto the bed his throbbing cock still inside me. I pulled away, my back to him. “Did you rape me again?” I whispered truly confused. I turned back onto my side a foot away from him staring into his hypnotic eyes. “I love you, Rain.” His arm came around me pulling me closer so that I lay against his chest. I sobbed in his arms. His hands stroked my back. Cullach was unrelenting in his love, in his pronouncement of it. I was going insane not knowing what was real any more. All I knew was the feel of Cullach’s body against mine, his hard cock in my cunt and all the while he said this was love. I love you, Rain Why did his words haunt me so. I guess I fell asleep in his arms but when I woke in the morning light I was in my own bed in my parents’ house. Intense Love Ch. 04 For the next week I didn't see Cullach. For seven days I have been dodging the curious questions from my parents about my supposed fiancé. I'll admit right up front Cullach scares me. He has this barely contained passion that borders on violence simmering just beneath the surface. I go to sleep each night only to dream of his eyes. Those piercing green eyes that bore into me looking at my very soul as he rapes me. Jenny came out of the hospital the day after Cullach left me alone in my bed. She was ok but when she talked about what happened to her she began to shake uncontrollably. I would hug her really tight as she would cry. This is what Cullach did, I thought. Jenny began to carry a can of mace with her wherever she went. I never told her what happened to me or what I knew about her "accident". There was no point, Cullach had said so himself he would just destroy whatever came across his desk that could incriminate him. For seven days I have walked like a somnambulist. I feel like I'm dead walking around in this hazy blurry world feeling nothing, seeing nothing. I can't sleep at night and when I do out of sheer exhaustion I dream of him. I stay awake staring into the darkness waiting, hoping that Cullach will be there to come through my window. Cullach. Cullach, my rapist. My enemy. He made me tell him I loved him. Was it a lie? Why was nothing ever purely black or purely white with us? With Cullach it was always shades of gray. God, I'm so fucking confused. On the eighth day I decided to do something drastic. I had to know if Cullach had spoken the truth when he said he was a cop. I was shaking as I drove to the police station. I parked my car staying inside it for a moment with my head on the steering wheel. What the hell was I doing? So what if Cullach told me the truth, it didn't change anything. I still couldn't do anything to punish him for raping me. The damnable question was, would I even want to punish him if I could? Wouldn't someone be there to point at me saying that it wasn't rape if you liked it? Slowly I got out of the car smoothing my skirt as I walked into the station. I had left my hair down and loose too nervous to do anything with it. It's ok, I told myself, Cullach lied to you. That's probably not even his name just find out for sure and then you can stop obsessing. You can finally stop being so confused. I walked over to a fat policeman who sat behind a desk. "Excuse me." I said trying to control my trembling before he thought I was a crack addict. The man looked up at me with mean bulldog eyes taking in my black skirt and white cardigan. "Can I help you, miss?" He drolled. I took a deep breath this was the moment of truth. "I am looking for an officer de Cairn." The fat fuck was silent for so long I thought I would have to find someone else to help me. But then he spoke after giving me a hard stare. "Who should I say is asking?" "Rain." I choked out. "Take a seat, miss. He'll be right out." He indicated a row of chairs situated along the wall of the precint. I took a seat in a far corner trying hard to disappear. My mind did not think beyond finding out if Cullach really was a cop. What the fuck would I say to him now? Hi, I'm your helpless victim and back for more? Never mind that the last time I barely struggled. Shit! I kept my eyes studiously on the ground. In less than half a minute I saw a pair of scuffed black boots in my line of vision. Slowly I let my eyes trail up to see a pair of worn black jeans clinging to well muscled legs. Up further to his silver belt buckle and further still to his hard lean waistline and broad shoulders encased in a white T-shirt. My eyes flew up then to his face. Cullach's green eyes registered surprise as he looked down on me. Before he or I could say or do anything I got up and ran out of the building. I had my keys in my hand and was slamming the key in the lock when I felt hard, warm, steel arms wrap about me stilling my movements. Oh god, I knew I shouldn't have come here. I should have let well enough alone and thanked my lucky stars that Cullach hadn't come back. "Rain," he whispered kissing my neck the hot wet caress making my knees tremble. He turned me about then to face him. "I dreamed you would come to me freely." His eyes were intense boring into mine showing me all the fire he kept inside. Unbidden came the memories of the last time we were together. Of how he had looked deep into my eyes, how I had touched him. "I need to go. Let me go, Cullach." It was broad daylight now there was no way he could do anything but let me go. Right? For an answer he pressed himself closer into me letting me feel the hot hardness of his body melding into the coldness of my own. I was wedged between the car and Cullach there was no way out to any passerby we just looked to be an especially amorous couple. "I'll never let you go, Rain." Irrational anger built up inside me. Come on he was my rapist for christsake. He didn't abandon me. So why did it feel that way to me? Maybe because he had been so convincing each time he had said he would never leave. But then he did. "Bullshit, Cullach." Cullach smiled looking even more handsome than ever. "Are you pissed off that I haven't been around, Rain? Have you missed me?" He kissed me then. God yes, you bastard, I shouted in my head. Yes I missed you, your kisses that drugged me and the feel of your cock deep inside me. Yes, god I would do anything for you. To have you once again where no man had ever been. Instead of the words I clutched him closer melting into him my hands encircling his neck. When we parted our eyes blazed a silent war of wills. Cullach to draw me in and I just trying to make sense of all that I had experienced with Cullach. I kissed him then. For the first time I initiated the kiss. It was slow and sweet Cullach let me explore the contours of his lips. When my tongue tentatively reached out he met me in a deeper kiss. His hand went into my hair. He fisted it grabbing a hold of the dark strands he pulled my head back. "I love you, Rain." I could only look up at him caught between fear and desire. I knew then why I had been obsessing over Cullach for the past seven days. It was so simple. I loved him. Cullach's obsession had to be contagious. He released my hair stepping away from me still reeling from my kiss. I took extreme pleasure in that little fact. "Come home with me, Rain." Such a simple request. He held out his hand to me. "You choose now." He bit into his tender lower lip as if coming to a hard decision. "If you don't...I won't do anything, Rain. I give you my word, no more threats, no more demands." I looked down at his hand so hard and callused. The hand that had slapped me. I licked the corner of my mouth where he had made me bleed remembering the pain and fear of that night. Cullach's eyes followed my tongue he knew what I was thinking about and he dropped his hand. "I guess I was hoping for too much. I thought maybe someday you could forgive me and love me but you'll always see me as your rapist. The one who hurt you. I thought because you came here that..." He stopped and looked at me with those tortured green eyes and then he turned away abruptly. I let him walk away. It's over, I whispered the words to myself alone in my bedroom staring out my open window, wrapped in a blanket, sitting in my old rocking chair that I had picked up at a garage sale. Usually the soothing motion of the rocker helped to ease my mind and fears but not tonight. I had sat where I was since I had drove back home after letting Cullach walk away. It was midnight now and I sat in the darkness unable to eat, sleep or even think about anything except Cullach. I should be happy, I knew I should be. It was over I could start my life over again forget the two nights when Cullach raped me. I could marry another man who would be sweet and kind. I could fuck him and forget how Cullach felt deep inside me, the taste and scent of his skin. One memory to obliterate another. Cullach. I love you, Rain. His words repeated themselves in my mind like a broken record unceasing, unrelenting, driving me mad. I stood then crawling into my bed pulling the blankets up to my chin feeling hot tears pour down my cheeks as oblivion came. I sat up in bed suddenly looking about my room. The shadows were thick and black I couldn't see anything but something had awakened me. My heart beat fast surging the adrenaline through my bloodstream. Then I saw this shadow approach me coming closer and closer to finally take on the shape of a man. "I'm dreaming." I whispered. "No, you're not, Rain." A silky sensuous voice answered me. My breath came in shaky gasps. "Cullach," He came a step closer. I could make out his face in the light of the dim streetlights that came through my window. He looked at me for a long moment. "I promised myself this would be the last time." I stood up on my knees in the bed reaching out for him. "Thank god you came." He came into my arms I held him tightly about the waist. There were tears in my eyes when I looked up at him standing hard and remote not letting himself believe that I could be doing this. "I love you, Cullach." At my words all confusion and doubt left me. His eyes widened as he took in my words. Suddenly his arms went underneath mine to pull me up flush against him my arms wrapped about his neck his arms crushing me so that I couldn't breathe. He pulled away slightly. "I'm in love with you." I whispered so that he could never doubt me. He kissed me as hot searing fire flowed down my body. I moved away grasping Cullach's shirt pulling it over his head letting my hands trail down the smooth velvet skin of his chest and chiseled abs. I was desperate to feel him again to have him fill me once again. I started to undo his belt buckle as his hands went underneath my nightshirt to stroke my back. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers gloriously naked and laid bare to my eyes. "God, you're beautiful." I whispered. "You're the one who's beautiful." He rasped pulling my shirt over my head gently he began to lay me down on the bed following me. Cullach kissed me again then his mouth went to my breast sucking my nipple. I arched up crying out burying my hands in his black hair. He released me placing kisses on my stomach going down farther until I felt his breath on my cunt. He kissed the tender flesh of my inner thigh before he began to devour my aching cunt. He tortured my clit with light butterfly strokes driving me crazy. "Please, Cullach," I moaned needing him. He came up over me then his hands finding mine grasping them intertwining our fingers. I felt his long hard cock gently push inside me. It felt different from the other times, now I could feel the entire length of Cullach sinking deeper and deeper into me, filling me. He paused for a second doubt in his eyes as I realized that he was afraid that I would think this time was rape too. "You know I love you. Only you, Cullach. I want you." I could swear that in the darkness I saw tears gather in Cullach's eyes at my words. He buried his face in my neck. I hugged him tightly to me. He began to move slowly then, each stroke a mixture of strength and gentility that I would never have thought Cullach to be capable of. I had wondered when he said for me to imagine how it would be between us if only I truly loved him. Now I knew. This was my every dream and fantasy come true. He kissed my lips then I clutched him closer moving underneath him wanting, desperate for more. For as much as I loved the slow sweetness of Cullach I craved the hard deep strokes that filled the innermost recesses of me. I bit his shoulder. "Love me, Cullach." He looked into my eyes. I could feel the gathering tension in his body as he began to move harder his hips slamming into my clit making me jump and shake in ecstasy. I threw my head back moaning in a sexy way. In another second Cullach was inside me hard and fast his thickness stretching and caressing my cunt. He was everything I had ever wanted all that I had ever, would ever know. "I love you so much, Rain." His breath on my neck as his words reached my ear. "So much." At his words I came. But the hard demanding strokes didn't stop until I came again in his arms and when Cullach came inside me I couldn't remember the fear of the previous times. He lay with his head on my chest my fingers in his hair, he was still hard inside me. He moved to look into my eyes. "Marry me, Rain. Come home with me." That lost little boy look in his green eyes. His words were both a new beginning and a second chance. "Yes." That was the only word I needed. The only word I would ever use with Cullach. I left my parents' house that night gathering what was important to me. I have never looked back since. I'm home now. Yes, Cullach was, and I guess still is, my rapist but he is also so much more than that. He is my savior, my lover, my husband. I have never regretted a moment of our life together.