"Oh... oh God yes," Alex gasped, pushing her down on her living room sofa, driving his tongue across the nape of her neck. "Wait... damn it wait," he caught himself, holding himself back, not wanting to take advantage of her in her "Broken" state. "You... you don't have... don't have to...," Alex fought to find the words, fighting off his own sexual desires, the fire, the burning need and passion slaving through him.
"But... But I want to," Shannon said softly. "Alex I want to be with the person, the man I should have been with all along, the man that understood me and knew everything about me before I understood myself." She said, flicking the tip of her tongue across the bottom of his chin. "I... I," she gasped, biting down on the side of her lip, her fingers pressing across his shoulders. "I... want to be with that man... I want to be with you Alex, intimately." Shannon sighed, falling into him, kissing him deeply, fervently once more.
The heat, the fire building inside them both suddenly erupted as nothing but making love to the other feathered through their minds; consuming their every thought. Locked in a desperate kiss, each tugged at each other's clothing, Alex being the first to slip Shannon's jeans from her body, before tearing away her t-shirt, his hands devouring her bare supple breasts, forcing his beloved to gasp to the suddenly onslaught of pleasured pain as his nails scraped across her flesh.