Chapter 31

B: As he yelled, she stopped. She turned and looked at him. "Isaac, I had not even gotten to the Institute yet. The first thing I asked Seth was where you were. As soon as I found out I sent my entire time looking for you. You can't get mad at me for leaving, you are the one who told me I needed help, so I found it." She said calmly. As he yelled at her and throw the bottle at the wall she flinched. When he grabbed her up and took her to his room, she looked at him after he tossed her onto the bed. As he cried, she got up and walked towards him. He spoke and she listened to him.

"Isaac, I do want to marry you. I am not lying about that. I love you. I truly do. I wanted to contact you, but it was against my training. I was not allowed to call or write anyone I knew, but that did not stop me from writing letters. I could not send them, but I can now. I already gave Seth and Blane theirs, but I still have yours." She said moving closer and sitting next to him. She pulled out a large stack of letters from her bag, she handed them to him and looked at him. "Isaac, I don't want to leave. I was only going to because you act like you want nothing to do with me." She looked at him and touched his shoulder.

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I: Isaac ignored her and looked away. He didn't want her damn letters! He wanted an explanation that was a good enough reason to leave him into the dirt! He took the letters anyway as he saw how large of a stack they were. He grumbled at them but held onto them for dear life.

"Don't say the word marry. I can't bear to hear it. You will just leave and walk away on our wedding day." He said harshly. As he looked at her face, he felt her sadness and suddenly decided that was too harsh. "I mean...you are not ready for marriage to me. I highly doubt we will last long if we can't be able to stay in the same room with one another. "

He looked at her face and his body relaxed. He placed the letters on his lap, and he looked up to her. "I know why you came back." He whispered. "You want someone to feed off of your words about love and marriage and all that. It isn't true Jess. you don't leave someone you love. I said to get help, I never said to leave me." He looked at her and couldn't understand. "Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you yelling? What did they do to you hmm? Made you a better woman? I knew you were angry before and I still wanted you that way. I just didn't want you to continue hurting Jess. Anger hurts, and I know better than anyone."

He looked up into her eyes and set the letters aside. He gently pulled her against his body and placed his lips to her neck. "Do you still remember how it felt to be kissed Jess? I mean, kissed by me? I want to kiss you. I want to know if it will feel the same as it did before." He pleaded with his eyes, taking her hand and bringing her closer. "Please let me kiss you..."

B: She looked at him. "Isaac, you don't know what I am ready for. You have not seen me in four years. A lot can change, but my feelings for you are the same." She said softly. When he said the reasons, she came back she stood up. "I came back because this is my home. This is the place I was born and raised. I left to find help." She said. "I am angry. I have learned how to control it. They did nothing to me but help me."

When he pulled her close and placed his lips on her neck, she felt the fire again. The fire that she had longed for. She closed her eyes and listened to his words. When he asked to kiss her, she only could nod. She has wanted nothing more in the last four years than to be in his arms and be with him. She had waited four years to be with him and he rejected her at first then changed suddenly. She did not know why, but she also did not care. She just wanted to be with him again.

I: When she nodded, a small smirk came to his lips and he gently picked her up into his arms. He brought her to the bed and lay her on it and he quickly removed his shirt. He climbed above her body and gripped the bed as he lowered himself to kiss her. His lips pressed to hers, and he sighed as he thought of the words she had said.

Yes, she was still angry, but now she could control it. She said that in four years she had changed. He wanted to know just how much she had changed.

He began to kiss her deeper, his drunken tongue swirling into her mouth to taste her. He groaned from the taste of her, and the need inside of him to have her. He had waited four years to do it right...

To do it right...

This was anything but right. But Isaac was so tired of waiting for her. He was so tired of watching her leave. He was so sick of her leaving him behind that he simply needed to fill himself with what he had been missing out on.

Isaac placed his hands at the bottom of her dress and pushed it up to her hips, grinding his body against her. He reached beneath her skirt to feel the warmth of her thighs and he searched for her panties wanting so badly to take them off her silky legs and take full advantage of her body. He had dreamed of it so many times, the woman who had filled him with such hope and yet so much pain. She was finally in his arms again, and he needed to have her.

He broke their kiss, his hot lips going to her neck and further down. He wanted so badly to rip her dress and have his way with her, and his kisses continued further down to her stomach and hips. That damn sexy dress, he wanted to rip it off. It kept him from the body she had beneath it. He felt the warmth of her legs as he reached higher.

He stopped his kissing abruptly and brought his drunken face to her neck and spoke passionately, desperately. "Take it off Jess...Take it all off. I can't stand it." He began to kiss her, his hands begging her with its gentle tugging of her flesh. She could not run from him this time. He wouldn't let her.

B: When he kissed her and put her on the bed, she grew hot. She kissed him back and she felt his hands on her thigh and her dress was pushed up and she took a deep breath and kissed him again. When he moved away and kissed her neck she moaned softly. She had been wanting this for four years. She needed him. When he told her to take off her dress, she wiggled under him to take it off. She slowly slid it off and she was in her black lace panties and bra. She slowly took off her bra and then wiggled out of her panties.

She looked at him when she was done. The desire in her eyes was very present. She wanted to do this with him. She reached up and pulled him lips to hers. She kissed him with hunger that built for four years. she tugged at his jeans asking him to take them off. She tried to push her body closer to his and kissed his neck and nipped at it softly. She needed him.