The Falling of Katja: an Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Read Online Free Page A

excruciating seconds, finally he broke past
it and I sobbed in relief. 
    Supporting
himself on his arms so that he hovered just over me, he gazed down at me with
loving eyes while carefully he began moving back and forth in me.  I gripped
tight to his back as it was rather tender at first, but after several strokes,
I felt my body acclimating to him and I relaxed. 
    As
it began to feel more pleasurable, I relished the knowledge that his manhood was
engorged with desire for me… and was inside of my body— a part of him was in me.  I felt all at once vulnerable and powerful, innocent and desirable.  It was
a deliciously contradictory feeling.  We were one, making love in this
beautiful rhythm while the tall summer grasses blew all about us as though
echoing our dance.  
    It
was the most agonizingly beautiful bittersweet moment I had ever known.  I
tried to enjoy it, not think about the reason that had driven us to that
moment. 
    Our
lovemaking was as tender as I had always imagined it would be.  As he pushed himself
ever deeper into me, I began to move in motion with him, opening my legs wider
in order to receive all of him, reveling in the feel of him caressing the
inside of me with himself, filling me up so wonderfully.
    “Oh Štefan,”
I crooned into his ear, all the love I had for him spilling over into my voice.
    “Katja,”
he murmured back as his mouth kissed along my neck.
    I
wrapped my legs about his waist and his motion strengthened, becoming more
determined.  As he sank ever deeper into me, I could not help but cry out in a
mix of pleasure and pain.  But my elongated moaning only served to encourage
him, for he persisted in pumping into me relentlessly. 
    As
he continued, Štefan’s breaths began coming shorter, tense grunts emitting from
his throat.  And then, suddenly he thrust so deep into me with a low vocal
groan and stilled completely.  He collapsed atop me, nearly smothering me with
his weight.  Not entirely certain what had happened, I planted little kisses upon
the side of his face.
     “Are
you alright, Štefan?” I enquired with concern.  “Is something the matter?”
    He
chuckled breathlessly into my neck before raising his head to look upon me. 
“Oh, my sweet Katja.  I love your endearing innocence.  All is fine.  Beyond
fine, actually.  I only had my climax, just as you did earlier.”
    I
blushed.  “Oh,” I muttered, feeling embarrassed by my severe naivety.  “Was it
nice?”
    “Nice?”
he repeated with disbelief.  “I certainly wouldn’t label it as ‘nice’!  Amazing
would be a more accurate description.  Making love to you is amazing, Katja!”
    “And
so it was for me, Štefan,” I reciprocated with a smile.
    “I
will always love you, Katja,” Štefan whispered, kissing me softly upon the
forehead.
    He
says those words to me now— when we are being ripped from each other, though I
have waited to hear those words leave his lips for all these years?  I think I
would have rather him have continued to keep them silent if it had to be like
this.
    Then
he rose and left me there.  I knew that I would never spend time with him
again.  I fell back into the grasses, letting the intense grief wash over me.  There
as that I remained for the rest of the day, until at last I heard my mother
calling for me in the distance.
    My hopeless lover.   You hold
my heart and soul in your hands.

Chapter Five

     
     
    M y head in a lingering fog of bliss, and yet my heart
wrenched in anguish, I stumbled home, and wept the afternoon away.  The rain
began falling as though the skies understood my heartbreak and were weeping
along with me.  It became my validating milieu as I laid there for an
indeterminate amount of time, sobbing my life and dreams away.
    And
so, this has become my daily life, and each day I only fall deeper into the melancholy
of my heart and further away from myself.  Each day apart from Štefan I find it
harder to breathe.  I miss him so