Amelia pushed Hugh back into the sofa and cuddled up next to
him, wanting to feel his body close to hers, it wasn’t a sin as they were man
and wife but had never been able to celebrate the occasion in the traditional
way. She had died a virgin bride and it
seemed like it would remain that way, the intimacy of lovemaking being
something neither of them will ever know.
Hugh felt her body through the cotton dress, he felt an urge
of human desire sweep across his whole being.
He pulled her tight against him wanting nothing more than to slowly undress
her, kiss her ripe body and for them to feel the pleasure of each other. He let his mind wander to what he would do,
imagining her soft flesh under his touch.
As his mind was dreaming he felt something else trying to break into his
thoughts, darkness, a terrible pit of darkness.
Amelia too was imagining the touch of his hand but felt him
pulling away from her, she lifted her head and saw that his eyes were closed. Thinking he had fallen asleep she laid her
head on his chest and closed her eyes.
If possible she would stay with him while he slept and hopefully still
be here when he awoke.
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