Darkest Instinct
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“I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, Jessica.”
“Seems you have... seems you have...” She took his hand in hers, tugging him to his feet and leading him across the pool deck as others watched the two American lovers, some quite envious of what they apparently shared.
They located the closest elevator that would take them up to their room overlooking the Aegean. In the elevator, she passionately kissed him and said, “You know, what we have is extremely rare, maybe as rare as emeralds and diamonds.”
He breathed her in. “I couldn’t agree with you more.” He returned her kiss and they became even more passionate, the doors opening on an elderly couple, who both giggled and blushed before them.
“Bravo,” said the old man in a European accent.
His aged wife pulled him past the young couple, a warm smile on her face as well.
Jessica and James made for the privacy of their room, and once the door was closed, they began to kiss and caress one another in a fumbling, less than well-orchestrated dance for the bedroom, their passion coming before the choreography. Falling, stumbling into a wall, trying to sidestep an easy chair and a coffee table, they simply were not going to make it to the bedroom. They silently agreed to this fact. Jim allowing her to slide down onto the carpeted floor of the hotel room, where she began to fire his already heated passions even further
Jessica, hungry for him, pulled him down beside her on the soft beige rug, and there they continued making love. Her hunger, the fire within her, raged and burned, and she found James equal to the task. He made her feel whole again; made her feel invincible and energized and strengthened and alive all at once. He made her feel safe from all harm and all ugliness in the world. His arms were like a corral into which she willingly, wantonly enslaved herself.
Out of passion’s enslavement came a sexual fulfillment like none she had ever known before, like none she would ever know again.
“I want you, Jim, forever,” she cried as he penetrated her.
“I’ll always be yours, Jess... always...”
Always and forever... impossible notions, she knew, but love was impossible from its inception—like trying to see one’s true self in a reflecting mirror only to witness the magic that was a mirror, the magic that never reflected back the same image as seen by others. Like the looking glass, love had nothing whatever to do with logic or science or intellect. Love mirrored only instinct, and her instinct for the moment was to love James Parry and to hold on to him for as long as God and James allowed.