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She wrapped her arernails into his back and scored his skin He bit at her neck and brsts, dug his fingers into her skin Her body came alive with pain, pain that turned to pleasure as he continued his assault on her She pressed her heels into the bed and arched back into his hips When she caash her, clawed at her and cut into her like the sharpest of knives

Søren kept thrusting and she clung to him in love and desperation At moments like this, he was lost to himself, lost in the shadows that hid beneath his heart Rarely did he let hio, and when he did it was only with her Nora lay beneath him and let him use her body as a vessel for his need When he came at last, it ith a final thrust so fierce Nora knew she would be bruised inside froasped her name as his whole body shuddered in her arms

Nora held Søren as they lay intertwined, his body still e, ether content in their silence and their nearness to each other

"You’re shaking, Eleanor," Søren finally said, touching her cheek with his lips

"A little I’h Søren’s hair and kissed his forehead

"You’re shaking too" His arms, his back trembled beneath her hands

"Not from cold," he confessed She knehy, and he needed to say noto me…always"

"Always," she repeated

"I will do whatever I must so you can come back to me"

"I know you will, sir"

"And ill keep our promise to each other"

Nora reached up and touched his face

"I will die in e

Søren turned his head and kissed the inside of her palged on her sofa with her laptop open on her legs She’d started a file on her co all the infor up on Sacred Heart and Father Marcus Stearns So far, it was a very sotten almost no additional information on the boy who’d attees had been filed and the boy apparently still attended church there What sort of kid would keep going back to the same church that had inspired him to kill himself? she wondered Who was this priest who had that sort of pull on hierously close to thinking about her brother Ada She checked the number Patrick, of course