Issue #32- A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp

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Her fingers move over his hair in slow, languid strokes as the last tremors of her release shudder over her.

“Forgive me Ephra,” Mikel utters over a wet nipple.

“Dear mother,” she shudders viciously, “For WHAT?”

“You had to tend to yourself,” he confesses dropping soft pecks to her heavy breasts. A smile curves her puffy lips.

“You`re forgiven,” she answers teasingly. She feels and hears his gruff reply as Mikel murmurs words of thanks while his head slowly lifts.

“Please, let me look at your wounds. Did Mary do this to you?”

Mikel shakes his head slowly taking time to taste her lips as he should have, with a gentle lovers touch. She was too young to be handled so barbarically.

“It wasn`t Mary, although she had great desire to…”

“I BET she had great desire to!” Ephra hisses kissing him back with a softness that tugs at his dark soul. This tiny little witch was moving into the padlocked cell of his heart kiss by genuine kiss. Mikel warms in her affection for a moment longer than straightens to step back. The tender way she slips from the table doubles his guilt painfully.

“Sit down,” she commands with a wave of a ruby-ringed index finger and the massive male complies after tugging his pants up from his ankles. He sits and watches as she pulls a pink robe on in the mirror and wonders if he should just end this now and spare her May`s fate. Her worried glance as she comes behind him with cotton balls and peroxide nearly sends him from the rickety seat but weakling that he was he allows her to tend to him.

“Did you locate Gallo?” Ephra asks while she cleans out the puncture wounds. His head bobs and she peeks up from her ministrations to find his gaze riveted to her.

“Yes. I`m to meet him shortly at the underpass gate.”

“I`ll go with you,” she informs him pouring more peroxide on him. It bubbles violently as does the man now scowling at her with tightly knitted brows in the lighted mirror.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No Ephra.”

“Yes Mikel.”

“Ephra,” he growls dangerously but she ignores the tone. He may scare others but he certainly doesn`t scare her despite how he may try. She`s seen the tenderness he tries so very hard to hide.

“Mikel I can help you,” she states tossing her hair over her shoulder with attitude the Guardian can`t help but notice.”And if you don`t take me I`ll just follow you. Every time I let you out of my sight you end up bleeding!”

“I do NOT require a nursemaid!” he snaps pinning the petite thing with deadly silver eyes.

“I beg to differ,” she states tossing another red tinted cotton ball into a small trashcan beside his right boot.”So?” she inquires keeping her slightly jittery hands on his brawny shoulders. The massive exhalation from him makes her smile inwardly.

“Dress warmly witchling.”