Femme Fatale.

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She caresses his body so leisurely and minutely in a fashion that brings him to a shuddering, groaning orgasm time and time again, whipping up his sensual appetites, using her body, every soft and moist inch of it, until he is spent and begging laughingly for mercy.

"I see," she says,somewhat out of breath herself, "so your wife has spent every bit of you,hasn't she? You're no longer strong enough to..."

"What?" He roars, regaining his strength quite miraculously. "Are you saying I have not pleased you tonight? You're quite magical Carla. I just wish I could dip into your honey pot,dearest. Don't you think it's time you gave me that precious gift of your innocence?"

"Hush,Nahar.Please me but no, not the honey yet."

He rises up from the nest of pillows she had arranged about him,treating him and with strong, almost cruel but decidedly satisfying hands and mouth,and the long hard muscles of his lean body,he shows her most delightfully his prowess, not as an ex- lover but as a soulmate.
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Songs for the chapter:
Love me like you do - Ellie Goulding
Fire meet gasoline - Sia

CARLA:
I spring up,my eyes striking sparks of fury in the dim light from the candle. My face is livid,my fists are clenched and I stand over Rhoda as though I am no more than a second away from blacking her eyes, both of them. I am positive Rhoda has never seen such snapping rage and instinctively she cowers away from it. I stop myself from hitting her stupid face for if I do, this will be the end of our tentative, passionate, slowly budding relationship.

"Who is it,Carla? Who do I have to strangle for screwing with what's mine?" Rhoda asks me accusingly, her voice is low but stern.

"That glow of your skin, I am certain you slept with someone last night. Was it Joe?" She continues.

"Don't be daft. Your twin brother couldn't ever make me this satisfied, this happy."

"Nahar then, is it? Carla, listen to me, even if he was the best creature that walked God's earth, where's is it to end? He can't marry you, you know that, so what are you to do? Be his...his mistress, his fancy woman...?"

"I'm warning you, Rhoda, if you say one more word to tarnish the name of a man whose boots you're not fit to clean then I swear you and me are finished. He's the finest, dearest....and hold on, I'm I to love you instead? You're the one going to marry me now,is that so?! Even your brother doesn't know we spend our nights screwing here like mad women..."

"All right, I'll say no more about him, but what about you,Carla. What about you? What if you should fall for a child?" Rhoda sits up. Her voice is quiet,her eyes steady.

"Fall...?" I step back uncertainly, my eyes wary.

"Dear God!" It is almost a snarl that comes from Rhoda's throat. "How often have you been with him?"

"Been with him?" I question,unsure for I do not have the slightest idea what Rhoda is getting at.

"Lain with him then?"

"That has nothing to do with you, even if I had, and I'll thank..."

"Have you had your monthlies since?"

"How dare you?" I am overly outraged. "How dare you question me on such a...?"

"Have you had your monthlies,damn you!"

"Oh yes,as it happens but..."

"Thank God, then it's not too late."

"Too late for what, Rhoda?"

"To stop it now. To give him up. It has occurred to you that you could have a child, I suppose?"

No. It had not. In the enchanted world to which Nahar transports me there is no thought of consequence, no attention to tomorrow, of what might happen. No words such as steadiness, stability, balance, gravity. Not in our world made of clear skies and sunshine, soft kisses and laughter. A child... Nahar's child... Dear Lord, the thought bewitches me but it cannot be so...not now.

"I'm sorry,Rhoda but I must go." My voice is unutterably sad for it breaks my heart to see Rhoda so hurt. "I...love...him,you see. No one else matters, not even you, my sweet. I've cared for him for years and waited on him, hoped he would come for months...I believed he would come and now...here he is. I will be back in your arms when he is gone...if he ever goes."