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He began to devour her womanhood, like someone who seemed possessed. She could feel him curl around her, whipping his tongue into her, threw her, and wrapping around her. She could feel the intensity of each caress, and he brought her closer and closer to the point of no return. Her excitement grew with each tongue lash. She felt his power. She felt the strength of it all. Where was this before? Why had he never done this before? Strongly, her body began to shiver. Strongly, she approached the brink.

He could feel her body tremble and could smell her moisten with each flip of his tongue. The sweet creamy taste, that was something that he had never tasted before, caressed over his mind. So much so, he needed to penetrate her. He needed to feel the warmth of her body. He wanted it, and could no longer resist the power of her taste.

With a powerful, graceful motion, he climbed on top of her, pulling her legs up with his arms, and with one solid push, he was in her. God the warmth felt like magic. Lord did she grip him with strength. He paused slightly at first, taking in the feeling as he pushed himself deeper into her, but then the sensation paused. He took a deep breath, and then began. He moved slowly at first, but built up his strength with each thrust he made. The feeling seemed like power itself, surrounding, overcoming his mind totally without effort.

When he began moving, she began to moan. She did it softly at first, but when his thrusts became stronger, so did her moaning. She picked up pace with his pounding her, until she wasn’t just moaning, but she was all out screaming with pleasure.

His force picked up speed as the sensation grew with each thrust he made. However, the feeling started to fade quickly. He needed to go faster to keep up with the fading of the feeling. Therefore, he went faster and faster, and thrust stronger and stronger. The pleasure still faded, making him grow angry. He grew unsatisfied. He felt unfulfilled by the position they were in. He needed to go deeper. He needed more strength. He needed to be able to move with speed and force. Quickly, he decided to change it, so he moved without thought, and moved on pure instinct alone.

He pulled her legs down to her side and without pausing, grabbed her hips and forced her over to her belly. With her backside now up to him, he found her womanhood and rammed himself inside. Now, he could move fast and hard with each thrust he made. Now, he could feel the pleasure build up again with strength. The pleasure grew. It came closer, and so was he.

She went over without a fight, but when his trusting picked up to an almost sledgehammer pace, the pleasure she felt became an all-out pain. Rawness came quickly, and her pleasure disappeared just as fast. “Jimmy?” She now no longer moaned as her voice rose, and she tried to bite her lip. The rawness burned. The pain built with each of his thrusts. “Jimmy?” she said again, louder than the first time.

He didn’t hear her. If he had, he wouldn’t have cared. He was almost to the breaking point. He couldn’t stop it from coming. He needed it harder. He wanted it to come. He pumped harder and harder, and didn’t let up.

“Jimmy? You’re hurting me?” The feeling grew with intensity and became more and more painful with every thrust he made. “Jimmy!” she screamed as she tried to force herself up and him off her. “Jimmy God-damn it!”

This time he heard her, but like her thought he would, he didn’t care. The feeling inside him didn’t want to stop, so he went harder and harder.

“Jimmy?” She pushed up, only to have him push her harder back down.

She was fighting him.
Why the fuck would she fight me? She wanted this. She always wanted this. I can’t stop. I want it. I need it. I have to keep going. I have to keep thrusting. I can’t stop. I can’t!
He moved his hands to her head and held her head down to the pillow below her face. He just couldn’t stop. He just couldn’t stop. He just…

“Jimmy!” she screamed with everything she had as her voice flared, and the room shook around it. She tried with all of her strength to get his hands off the top of her head. It took everything she had, but she did manage to get his hands up. She breathed, lifting her chin off the pillow.

 Her screams smacked at him almost instantly, so he stopped his fight for pleasure and released her. He climbed off her and swung himself to the side of the bed. His feet now hung off to the floor.

Breathing now and more scared than she ever has been with him, she picked herself up into a squatted position on the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She caught her breaths to normal. She stood up, and held herself tightly within her own arms. She shook. Her hands trembled. Her legs burned.

He likewise breathed. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” she asked, whimsically. “You’ve changed. This isn’t you Jimmy. This isn’t like you?”

He spun his head around to her so fast; he saw nothing but a blur.

Something that made her jump, and take one-step back. His eyes weren’t his. They looked blazing. They showed her rawness that scared her so much.

“What the fuck do you know?” he snapped to her with a growl almost seemingly rolling out of his mouth with his words.

Hearing him, it scared her more. So much so, that again, she almost jumped back.

“What the fuck do you know about anything?” He stood up and faced her from across the bed. His face flushed with heat as the anger built up inside him.
I can’t believe she’s acting like this. This is what she always wanted. And now, she’s questioning me!

She shook her head. “I know that this,” she pointed down to the bed, “isn’t you Jimmy. You’ve never done that before.” He had always been bland when it came to sex. He was always gentle, and that made him always boring. To be honest with herself, she left him for it. She cheated on him with anyone that might have showed an interest in her, because it. Seeing and feeling what he just did, told her, that something was wrong. He had never been aggressive with her once. He wasn’t in the two years they were together, and that alone made her wince. Why was he acting like this, raced through her soul? It scared her core.

He put his hands to his hips and stared her down. “And what about you?” His voice sounded like his eyes showed. He looked angry. He felt hot! “You’ve giving me nothing. Maybe, just maybe, I’m now the person that I would have been, if you didn’t treat me like I was a dumb fuck all the time. Maybe if you treated me like I was a man, I would’ve been like this?” He spoke with true anger in his voice, the anger of the past few years, came out with venom. All of the things that she said to him over the years were now coming out and it brought fire into his heart. She treated him like shit for far too long. She treated him like he was a dumbass to all of her friends. She put him down, and called him names. He couldn’t take it anymore. “Get out!” he now screamed.

She watched his face turn red with fire and watched as his eyes grew large and looked like they were starting to burn. Hearing him, she didn’t know what to think. Her face showed the dumbfounded look that she felt.

A look that made the anger in him only flare stronger. “Get OUT!” he screamed.

She blinked. She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand him. It was his fault that she treated him the way she did. If he were a man, a real man, she would have treated him differently. If he were half a man, she would have respected him for it. She couldn’t say anything more, so she turned, went around the foot of the bed, and passed him out into the hallway and into the living room as fast as she could move. She found her clothes on the floor and quickly gathered them into her arms. Quickly, she put everything back on, turned back to the door, opened it, and slammed it again when she left. She did everything almost within one minute flat. She didn’t even take the time to turn back to him as she left.

He watched her leave, and suddenly felt satisfaction come over him all too quickly. He said what he always wanted to say. He finally did the one thing he always wanted to do. He ended it the way he always wanted to end it. It felt damn good. It felt good to have it finally over with. He found strength within him now, and it felt so fucking good to feel it.

He turned out of the bedroom and made his way through the living room and back into the kitchen. With the hunger for sex now gone, the hunger for food came back again, and it felt stronger than ever. It was time to get back to what he originally wanted to do in the first place.

Rachel Garland came back to work from her weekend off, and hated it. Weekends always did that to her. She didn’t like to waste time. She hated having to do something that didn’t involve work, especially with what happened last week. She thought that she was getting closer to finding all of the answers that she was looking for. That shattered when she found something else that she didn’t expect to find. The samples were not what she wanted. They didn’t cure the virus-induced cells. The drug didn’t do anything at all. Disappointment was an understatement. She hoped for so much more, and now had to get back to the drawing board. She had to start over, and she had no idea where to start.

She just started with some slides, when a knock came from the door to her lab, and it made her stop. At least, she didn’t start with anything important. She hated being interrupted.

She sighed as she left the counter and made her way across the floor with the feeling of heaviness in her legs. It made her feel somewhat out of place. She opened the door with that same feelings in her arms.

Mister Ross stood in the hallway with a smile on his face.

“Mister Ross?” She felt more surprised than happy with seeing him there. She wasn’t in the mood for a visit by the boss. Not with all that happened. Not with her failure looming over her like a drape of heavy wool pressing her down like this.

“Doctor Garland.” He smiled, showing his perfectly groomed teeth. His white hair sparkled. “I’m glad to see that you’ve made it in. How was your weekend?”

Rachel sighed. “It was all right, I guess?”

He nodded. “May I talk with you for a moment?” The smile grew stronger on his face.

Whatever he was happy about, she had no idea, and she wasn’t even sure if she even cared. She wasn’t in the mood for
office politics
. She wasn’t in the mood for anything really. “Sure.” She tried to smile but couldn’t bring her face to want to make the gesture.

“Thank you.” He stepped through the door the moment she backed far enough away from it to let him inside the room.

She left the door after she closed it behind him.

He walked to the center of the room.

She could see that he was carrying what looked like vials in his right hand.

“How is your research going?” He turned around and faced her.

Now she knew that she didn’t want to talk with him. She didn’t intend to try to explain her failure to him. How could she? Her disappointment felt too heavily plastered over her heart to want to explain anything at all.

He could see the disappointment on her face. “I take it that things aren’t going all that well?” he asked as his face went to a look of concern. However, the smile stayed strong. He had so much that he wanted to show her, that he knew that it would change her mood instantly.    

She shrugged her shoulders as she crossed the room. She passed him in the center of it, and made her way to the counter that was opposite the door. “Not good.” She placed both hands to the counter top, and sighed her frustration out with one giant gasp of air. She shook her head with everything gripping her strongly.

His smile widened. “Maybe these will help you out?” He walked to her and stopped besides her, holding out the vials of blood beneath her face and the countertop.

She looked down at them and winced. “What are they?” Of course, she knew he had them, but now looking at them, it brought her curiosity out with full force.

“What I think you might be looking for my dear?”

She looked up from the vials. “What are they?” His smile looked like it doubled its size.

“I think that you should find them helpful?” He held the vials out to her.

She took them, and brought one of them up closer so that she could see it better. “What are they from?” She could see that the fluid inside it was red. It had to be blood. It made sense, but who’s blood was it.

“They’re from a specimen that I’ve had for quite a while now. The specimen is no longer viable, but it might help you out, so,” He walked from her back to the center of the room, and put both hands into his trousers side pockets. “I thought that you needed them more than I?” He turned around, back to her.

She looked at him turn. She had no idea of what he was trying to say. “Okay, what kind of specimen was it?” She felt more than intrigued, now. She felt more than just curious. He sold her the goods, but she still needed to know what it was.

“It was a very unique specimen. One that I’m sure you will find intriguing?” He smiled again.

He’s not going to tell me what it is, or was.
She knew it. She could see it in his face. She had only one answer to give him. “Okay. I’ll take a look at it.”

“Fantastic.” He smiled one final time and turned back to the door. “Let me know what you find out.” He walked to the door, and left the room, letting the door close behind him when he left.

She watched him leave, not knowing what just happened. It all seemed weird. It all seemed beyond strange. She looked back to the vials, and noticed that it had labels wrapped around all of them. She turned one of them over and looked at it with wide eyes. In black ink, against the white label was only one word and it made her lose her breath.

Collins?
She turned, and looked at the labels on the other two vials, and saw that each one of them had the same one word written on their sides.
Jimmy said something about a Collins.
She didn’t know what to think, but now felt more than just curious, she felt downright excited. She had to take a closer look at what she had.

She didn’t hesitate and went to her closet and took out several boxes of plastic slides from the shelf, and with them firmly in hand, she went back to her counter. She took out a pair of rubber gloves from a box at the back of the counter wall, and put them on. She went for the vials, and couldn‘t wait to see what was inside them.