Headlong, headstrong… falling into that blissful state of surrender…
By some wild, crazy, roundabout path, Albert guided Rachel to a place where nothing except total surrender was possible.
She was no longer Rachel Somers with an identity worth protecting or preserving. He had robbed her as thoroughly as any man could of whatever it was she was.
He had stripped her bare. Left her with nothing she could identify with, and in that strange, naked state of being no woman she knew, she found herself connected to a sexuality so powerful that it jolted her beyond everyday reality to some awesome cosmic plane she did not recognize.
“This is not me,” she thought. “This is not anyone.”
That was when he plunged headlong, headstrong, into her, finding in her an intensity she did not know she possessed.
She spread her legs wide, baring her soul, allowing him entry everywhere – allowing him anything, everything. And when he raised himself…
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