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“Why are you here, Amber?” It didn’t sound like him at all. His voice was menacing. If she had any sense, she would get the hell out of there.
“I needed to be near Crystal, to to…say goodbye I tried at the burial site, but ...” she trailed off when he interrupted her.
“What about what I need?”
“Samson,” Amber had always been the only person to call him by his last name. The name was fitting, he had thick inkjet black hair that fell to his shoulders. He usually wore it back in a hair elastic, but grooming had not been a priority since Crystal had passed.
“Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
“Anything Amber?”
“Yes, Samson.” Nodding, her eyes met and held his gaze, “Anything.”
“We will see if you really mean that.”
His grip tightened on her ponytail as his other hand gripped the top of her camisole, pulling at it until it gave way, exposing her breasts clad in the lace demi bra.
“We will see if you really mean that.” He repeated, but he wasn’t speaking to Amber. His grip on her ponytail loosened, and he pulled Amber’s bra down, exposing her hardening dark berry coloured nipples. Before giving it further thought, he brought his mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple.
All thought left Azul as he became lost in the physical sensation. He pulled her black fitted skirt up to her hips and found the juncture between her legs damp. It was covered in black cotton and presented a barrier that he had to move to get to that warmth that called to him.
Azul roughly tugged her panties off, sending them sailing over his shoulder. Everything went quickly. Time sped up as he released himself from his pants and penetrated her. With a few quick strokes, he found his release.
A moment went by before he realized what he had done. His eyes rounded as his face constricted in rage and shame. The solace she felt in giving him what he needed at that moment evaporated as he raced from the bedroom to the bathroom in the hall.
Then Amber heard the distinct sound of him violently hurling. She scrambled to straighten up her clothing and used her jacket to wipe away his dripping essence from her inner thighs.
Should she go to him?
Should she try to help, or should she slip away? Her indecisiveness caught up with her.
It seemed like a split second passed from when Azul stopped throwing up until he appeared at the bedroom door.
“Get the fuck out, now! What the fuck did you make me do?” He roared.
Amber moved quickly then. She was rushing down the stairs, almost stumbling but refusing to stop. Awareness prickled her skin that Azul followed close behind.
Looking back was not an option nor was stopping until she was behind the wheel. Still, she heard Azul’s front door slam shut.
