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    “Good,” he grumbled. “Don’t pull that shit on me again.” He softened his grip under my chin and smashed his lips into mine. Surrendering, I let his tongue search mine. The kiss was wet and passionate. Releasing my chin, he pulled away and tore off his clothes. All 6’2” of his gorgeous, golden nakedness stood before me, his magnificent member engorged and erect. He drew me against him, wrapping his strong arms around me. I folded my arms around his tight torso, and leaned my head against his warm taut chest. His hardness pulsed against my throbbing crotch, and his heart beat with mine. We were sewn together. One.
    “Oh, my beautiful princess, I’ve missed you,” he whispered into my ear. “Ben’s missed you too.”
    “I’ve missed you both too,” I whispered back. More than words can ever tell you.
    He nuzzled my neck, his sensuous velvet lips unlocking every erogenous zone. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, “if anything ever happened to you…”
    His voice, I swear near tears, trailed off. The love this gorgeous man felt for me overwhelmed me. I ran the fingers of my bandaged hand lightly through his silky hair and the other across the muscles of his back. Beneath my fingertips, I could feel the scar left behind by the psycho bitch. I rubbed it gently. The words of my mother echoed in my head. Fight for what you want. And for whom you want. “My Trainman, I will never leave you again,” I whispered.
    “Oh, Saarah,” he moaned.
    The fiery hardness between his legs pulsated against me. I was aching for it to be inside me.
    He gathered me in his arms and gently lowered me into the tub. “Keep your knee up and your hand out of the water,” he whispered in my ear.
    The bubbling hot water of the Jacuzzi tub soothed my bruised body. My aches and pains melted away. Ari crouched down beside the tub, grabbing an oversized sponge. He lathered it up, and gently washed away all the bad memories of the afternoon. I closed my eyes, inhaling the intoxicating, rich scent of the surely expensive soap and relishing each warm, sudsy stroke. I bent my neck forward to let him wash the nape and raised it like a swan to let him wash the sensitive area beneath my chin. I was his violin and he the master, his bow sliding across the heartstrings of my body. The music in my head was sad. Almost haunting. Kind of like the John William’s score for Schindler’s List . Tears rolled down my cheeks as I mourned for all those who had survived and for all those who hadn’t. I was born to be a survivor.
    As tears continued to stream down my face, Ari gently lifted my injured hand to his lips. kissed it, and sucked each finger. Just like on the train. Except this time he was sucking out all my pain.
    Letting the sponge fall into bubbling water, my healer gracefully stepped into the massive tub. Facing me, he stretched his long muscular legs on either side of me. His member was erect, hard, and hungry. He wrapped his arms around me and dove under the water between my bent knees. His tongue found my privates, stroking and washing. I moaned with ecstasy.
    His head powered through the water. I beheld his beautiful face, all wet and glistening, his hair slicked back. His eyes smoldered with desire. He was mine and I was his.
    He groped my breasts. Pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled and massaged them in small, smooth, little circles. Closing my eyes, I could feel my buds grow hard and long. I arched my back as the erotic pleasure he was giving me beamed to my sex. Oh, the power of this god! Still twirling my nipples, he languorously snaked his tongue up my arched neck, brushing up and down where it met the underside of my chin. That area of my neck that knew no mercy. I let out a loud breathy sigh. Oh, how he knew me!
    “Saarah, I want you,” he moaned. “Are you up for it?”
    “Take me,” I moaned back.
    He gently lifted my legs and swung them over his shoulders and then gripped my hips to steady