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“Sappy damn movies,” Amanda muttered as she mopped the tears from her eyes with the back of one hand and pressed stop on the DVD remote with the other. The old Sandra Dee movie, Imitation of Life, always made her squall like a baby. It was just the most recent tear jerker in a long line of tear jerkers she had subjected herself to over the last couple of months. She couldn’t find the will or the want to do anything other than shed the comfortless tears of abandonment. Turning the TV off, the once small home seemed empty and enormous, filled with nothingness. She couldn’t stand the weight of the silence. With a heavy sigh of resignation, she turned the TV back on. Local on the 8s was tinkling with happy music on The Weather Channel. Deciding it didn’t matter as long as there was noise, Amanda tossed the remote on the couch and trudged down the hallway into the bathroom. The monotony of her bedtime routine took all of ten minutes. Jim Cantore’s voice followed her into the bedroom. Another hurricane was headed for the Florida panhandle. She shook her head and climbed under the warm covers on her queen sized bed. It was still strange, even after two months, to have it escort avcılar all to herself. She pulled her husbands pillow into her arms and inhaled the scent of him that still lingered. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she wished and prayed that he would simply come home to her. Amanda woke sometime later from a fitful dream to a tear soaked pillow and the saddest brown eyes she had ever seen. “Please don’t cry, my beautiful Mandy,” Tony’s rich voice was filled with pain and love as he wiped away her tears. Confusion furrowed her brow. It couldn’t be him. He couldn’t really be there in the bed with her. Could he? It didn’t seem possible, but he seemed so real. “Tony?” Amanda sobbed quietly. “I’ve missed you so much. Please tell me you’re home to stay.” She stroked his smooth cheek with her fingers, making sure he was real. He wanted nothing more than to say yes. To whisk away her pain and never see her cry again. Since he couldn’t find his voice to break her heart again, he leaned close and chastely kissed her pouting lips. He’d come back for only one reason, but the sweet taste of her strawberry lip balm ignited the passion he carried for her. It escort bahcesehir was a passion he would carry with him even beyond death, of that he was certain. Amanda slid her hand along his familiar jaw until her fingers sank into the soft curls on the nape of his neck. Parting her lips, she pulled him closer and offered him her tongue. Caressing the flat of her tongue with his own, Tony drank in the crisp mint flavor left behind by her mouthwash. His eyes closed against his will as his head began to swim. She had always been the one drug he couldn’t quit. Nothing had changed. Her taste, her scent, the touch of her skin, still got him high. He craved her. He needed her and was going to have her one last time. Consequences be damned. Rolling his weight, Tony forced Amanda onto her back and covered her lithe body with the bulk of his. It was immediately apparent the damage his absence had caused. His beautiful bride’s once full curves had vanished. Replaced by protruding bones. He had done this. Caused her to suffer. His heart recoiled. He stifled his pain, it would wait. Kissing the tears on Amanda’s cheeks, he whispered softly. “I’m here, Mandy. You’re beylikdüzü escort safe.” Tony’s soft words were lyrical in her ears. For as long as she had known him, he had been a great source of strength for her. When he left, he took all the strength and courage with him. With trembling hands, scared he would simply disappear again, Amanda traced the lines of his shoulders. Committed to memory how the sinew along his spine rippled as he moved. She wanted to beg him to stay, but kept quiet for fear he would vanish the way he had before. His lips blazed a trail along her slender throat. The milky skin of her shoulder was like heaven against his tongue as he slowly tasted her body. Her fingers held fast to his short curly hair, her head thrust back, as he took her painfully puckered nipples into his mouth. “Oh, Tony.” She breathed heavily. The sound of her voice saying his name always sent a shock wave of ecstasy through his groin. He growled gently against her nipple, flicking the delicious bud with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his teeth. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Amanda’s hips squirmed beneath him, telling him she was ready. But he wasn’t. Not yet. He was going to make sure she never forgot him, no matter how long he was separated from her. Taking her other erect nipple between his lips, Tony slid his hand down the length of her body. Her skin smooth as cream under his warm palm.
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