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sure no one else was in the house, he ran outside to Juliet.  She shivered violently as he took her in his arms and carried her inside.  He slammed the door behind him and placed her upon the small bed in the corner of the room.  The house was not big.  It held a small table and two chairs in a small kitchen.  He moved the only other piece of furniture, a large chest of drawers, in front of the door and wedged it shut.  He was not taking any chances of an ambush.  He flipped the table up on its side and blocked the window. 
                  Finally feeling somewhat protected, he crossed the room in two strides and took Juliet in his arms.  Her eyes were looking off in a distance.  No expression was upon her face.  He ran his hand down the side of her face. “Button, are you okay?”  Her only reply was her teeth chattering.  He immediately set to making a fire.  Once he had the fireplace going, he warmed some water to clean her bruised and battered body.  She was unresponsive to his touch. He wrapped her in a blanket and cradled her in his lap gently kissing the top of her head over and over.  He knew he could not bear it if she did not recover from this ordeal.
     
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    Juliet snuggled deeper into the warmth wrapped around her.  She sighed as her hands stroked smooth flesh.  She squeezed her eyes shut when she shifted and the soreness brought back the memories of Joe’s hands upon her body.  It was over.  Jonathan had her.  He must have followed her, the thought should have made her angry, but she was too grateful that he saved her from rape to be upset with him.  She eased her arms up and wrapped them around his neck. 
                  He smelt wonderful. He had his own unique blend of manliness. The little cabin felt heated and she had no chill as she let the blanket fall from her body.  Ignoring her soreness, she rubbed her body against Jonathan .  Her nipples hardened into sharp points as they skimmed across the hairs across his chest.  He must have removed his shirt to dry.
                  Juliet knew what she was doing was wrong.  She knew Jonathan had no tender feelings for her.  However, after having her body violated, she wanted to replace those feelings with touches from the man she loved.  He sucked in a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes when she placed her lips to his chin.  Before he could protest, she covered his mouth with her own.  She turned and straddled his thighs.  He moaned against her lips.  He tore his mouth from hers.
    “Button, you have to stop this.” His voice was trembling.  She smiled to herself.  He at least felt passion for her.  She said nothing. She resumed her kissing and made a trail down until she was kissing the bot tom of his stoma ch. His face twisted into a grimace and she knew he fought for control.
                  She unbuttoned his pants and he grabbed her wrist.  She leaned into him and whispered, “Please, Jonathan ? Love my body.  Take away the feel of what he did to me.”  Emotions raged across his face.  He looked as if he were in agony.  With a groan, he rolled her onto her back and covered her with his body.  His mouth worked against hers hungrily and she gasped as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and slowly stroked.  She caught on quickly and kissed him back with ready passion.  He trailed kisses down her neck and took a nipple into his mouth.  He suckled her bruised tip gently until she was withering under him in need.
                  Her legs fell open upon their own accord.  She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair as he worked his magic upon her breasts.  Her heart swelled with the love she felt for him.  She watched him as he trailed kisses down to her mound.  She felt no revulsion with Jonathan as she had with Joe. He slowly parted her silky lips and eased a finger inside of her.  She groaned as he stroked