Rosa Sanchez. The first word that comes to mind is always 'power'. Known as Thorn by many, she seems to be the most dangerous woman in the world. But, she wasn't always like this. That leads many people to wonder how she came to be. What made an inn...
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I always assumed I would be going to Hell. No matter how much I prayed or how many good deeds I did.
For a while, I thought my life would be Hell too. I thought I was doomed to a painful existence.
Some days I still thought that. I fought wars in my head to keep the good and the bad in me divided.
To never show weakness to my enemies and to always be gentle to the people I cared about. It was difficult and sometimes painful.
But moments like this made up for it.
She knew every inch of my body by now. Every single spot that made my muscles tense and every spot that made them loosen.
I wished I could stay in these moments forever.
The frequent whispered questions, her soft moans, all of the quick kisses pressed along my body. Everything drove me to the brink of insanity.
Until a moment of release. That was the only Heaven I would get.
I was perfectly content with this.
Ana leaned against the couch. "Was that good?" She tried to catch her breath.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. She collapsed onto my chest. "Why can't this honeymoon last forever?"
"We will still have time when you get back to work." She cuddled into my chest. "I know you'll make time now." She laughed.
"I don't want that to be all of our interactions though." I ran my fingers down her spine.
"This part is important too." She pulled her robe over us.
"Is this part enough for you?" I pushed the hair off of her face.
"I almost like this part more." She smiled. "It's a different part of you that nobody else will ever see."
"Nobody else is going to sleep with me either." I laughed. "Is that not as special?"
Her face contorted strangely for a second. "Don't take this the wrong way, but other things could make me feel the way you do. I don't think they'd do it as well, but it's just not as special to me."
I nodded. "I never looked at it that way."
"You don't need to feel bad about it. I've had bad experiences with my body, it's hard to appreciate it like you do." She grabbed my hand.
"I'll try not to." I watched as she traced the lines on my wrist.
