Enos released my chest and prompted himself off the bed. I began gasping for air the second I felt the pressure of his weight uplifted.

He wasted no time in dragging April out of our room. She battled, "Enos, you need to calm down. Don't attempt to do anything you might regret to her." It was as though April was talking to a wall. Enos did not bother listening to her. April was discarded outside and had the door shut on her face.

I breathed, bringing my legs against my chest and wrapping my arms around them. Enos had his hands spread on each side of the door frame as he took deep breaths, possibly trying to calm his nerves as he set those eyes far away from me and onto the plain brown wooden door.

I attempted to wipe my tears but they betrayed me. I felt the drops flowing against my crimson cheeks without pause.

It was silent for minutes and I knew Enos was gathering himself to confront me.

When he was finally facing me again, those cold blue eyes pierced into mine with despair. I swallowed my erratically beating heart and looked away. Words can not explain the absolute defeat in his features nor the agony and I couldn't bare witness.

He walked towards a chair placed next to the window and then carried it towards our bed. I remained silent while watching his movements. He positioned the chair beside our bed, just inches from me and then sat down.

Enos was eye to eye with me and my heart ached from the choked desolation his eyes forebared. He reached out his hands to hold mine that were against my legs and a shiver ran through my spine. His touch did not feel any different, if anything, the gentleness was still the same. "Come here." He said with an expressionless tone and I failed to decipher his exact intent. How could his touch be so gentle yet his voice so empty?

I moved towards him slowly and wavering. His hands felt warm against mine but I ignored the feeling as our fingers fit into each other. Enos lifted me by my waist and placed me in his lap that I studdled him.

He was free of vexation, contrast to the furious version I bared witness earlier through I still felt a bit of that anger lingering in the shadows but he held it down. "How long has it been going on?" His fingers gently held my chin as he looked up at me while his other hand run up and down my arm, trying to relax me and calm me down. "When did you start seeing him again?"

My lips trembled, gaze down casted and unwilling to reply. What was he going to do? The first time James came into our lives, Enos beat him up for ever trying to take me away from him. I have never seen Enos as angry as he was today, I have no idea what he is capable of.

"We aren't sleeping together, I swear to you."

"Elisabeth, I want you to look at me." He requested.

"I can't." I hiccuped, using my palms to wipe my tears, I wasn't ready to face his pain again. But then I felt his hands cup my cheeks and I had to look at him.

"I believe you." I heard Enos assure and I closed my eyes, a breath of relief escaping my lips. "But I need to know everything that happened. Open your eyes and tell me what I need to know."

I let my eyes fall to his, I tried to keep contact but my eyes watered again. "Don't cry." He wiped my cheeks soothingly, "Please don't cry."

I tried not to.

"It was only yesterday that I saw James again. He followed me by the fields and wanted that I leave with him but I refused. I had no idea until then that he was in Georgia."

Enos held my shoulders, "And last night?"

I diverted my gaze.

"Elisabeth, don't turn your eyes away from me. I need to see that you are telling me the truth." His voice was firm and so I let my eyes fall to his again.

"He had his car parked outside the lodge until midnight and I wanted him to leave, but then everything escalated further once I went to confront him and....." I stammered, failing to finish upon the memory of James holding me against his car and touching me everywhere.

Enos shut his eyes, his jaw tensed.

"I'm sorry," I cried.

He placed his finger against my lips, "Ssshhhh love, I know."

When he opened his eyes again, he said , "Do you want to be with him?"

The response came naturally. " I'm happier with you."

Enos placed his hand on my back to draw my body closers to his, "It's getting harder to fight for this relationship if James is always showing up at our door." He articulated.

I remained silent.

"You won't ever move on if James keeps coming after you."

I sighed.

The truth can be a sword.

"Will you ever love me?"

"I do love you," I held his face as the words flowed out of me.

Enos placed his hands above mine that mapped his face, "But not like how I want you to."

"It won't always be this way. I can learn to love you like how you want me to."

Enos lifted me from his lap and carried me to the bathroom. I was confused at first until, "I can't bare to see those marks he left on your skin."

I wasn't sure what he intented to do. He took both our clothes off and led us to the shower.

When water started running, we had our naked bodies under it. "Enos, what are you......." My breath caught the second I felt his mouth on my neck and my stomach quivered. Enos swirled his hot tongue against my skin and sucked hard causing my head to fall back as I shut my eyes from the sudden rush of ecstasy.

He grabbed my waist and lifted me against the wall that I wrapped my legs around him. A midst the pleasure my hands fell to his shoulders as my body became weak. He was relentless with his attacks on neck, at some point I felt too sensitive and my skin hurt because he sucked too hard.

His hands touched my breasts and then squeezed on my exposed nipples to erection. I moaned as his fingers pinched and tagged on the nubs. He used his weight to hold my body against the wall that I wouldn't fall over. Not once did he use his tongue on my mouth but he took it everywhere else.

Eventually, Enos had me in a position where my legs were over his shoulders and his hands holding my waist firmly that his fingers dug into my skin deeply. I wouldn't deny how much it hurt but his mouth captured my dripping sex and my lips parted to release moans as his tongue entered me, completely overpowering the pain his fingers brought upon my waist. I breathed heavily with each of his endeavours and whimpered when he finally penetrated me with his erection.

My soaking opening welcomed his deep hard thrusts as they burned into me. With his one hand against the wall and the other on my waist, Enos was slamming harder and harder into me. My silent moans were accompanied by trembling as Enos fucked me against the wall. He was pounding without remorse, I wasn't sure exactly how my body was even able to take such heavy thrusts but with every time his dick hit that spot so deep inside me, I felt my body quiver with unbearable waves of pure pleasure. His parted lips were inches from mine as we breathed into each other, but he wouldn't kiss me. I ignored the aching in my chest because of that.

And then he had his mouth on my breast while he fucked me. My nipples were becoming over sensitive and my wet vagina throbbed achingly as I turned to nothing but complete mush against him. I couldn't move a muscle as I felt my core tighten and my orgasm reach it's highest peak. I felt hot tears running my eyes as if I didn't cry enough today. And with every thrust he made, more and more tears flooded.

I had never felt weaker.

Never felt more controlled by someone else in my entire life than at that moment.

And when I thought it was over, I felt myself being filled with him again and I surrendered. My body ached so much though I orgasmed Intensely each time he emptied himself deep inside of me.

And then he drew me down from the wall. I almost fell on the wet floor because I was too wornout to stand by my feet but he held my fragile frame delicately in his arms. And when I saw the deep marks Enos had newly planted on my body completely covering the old, I don't know why but all I felt was shame.

Pure creeping unbearable shame.

He placed my head on his shoulder as I began to cry. I didn't deserve to feel that type of disgust and shame upon myself but I did. I wasn't meant to feel the way I felt but I still did. It reached a point I struggled to breath as I questioned myself on who this girl had let herself become just to please someone else. Guilt coaxed Enos's features as my cries echoed in the steamy bathroom. May be it wasn't his intention but I felt so.......used.

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