Free Battle Lines. by Abigail Anderson

chest. She didn’t know what she wanted anymore, the lines that had been drawn between them had blurred and changed in an instant.
    Jake’s hand came up to cup one breast, which just made things worse as Amanda’s body began to burn. She groaned and arched her back trying to move closer to his teasing hand. It wasn’t enough she wanted more. She wanted his hands on her bare skin. Her dress had become restrictive and she wanted to be free of it. She felt his thumb rub over her nipple and it hardened into a taut peak.
    She was breathing heard now, spirals of pleasure rippled in her stomach and leading on a path down between her legs. She could feel the deep throbbing there. It had become unbearable.
    This had to stop now. This was only going to end up one way. She knew that with all certainty and she wasn’t ready for that.
    Jake stiffened as he felt Amanda mentally pulling away from him. He wanted her to stay mind, body and soul. He gathered her to him and his lips came back to her swollen alluring mouth.
    His tongue dipped into her hot sweet mouth. She moaned, a low slow animal sound. God, that sound was driving him wild. Did she not know just what she was doing to him?
    Jake breathed in deep, gathering her scent into his lungs as his tongue delved deeper into her mouth. Exploring every part of her. Urging, demanding a response from her and she gave it, matched it.
    Hungrily he fed from her lips. His hand on her breast teasing her flesh, teasing her nipple.
    Amanda held on to whatever last bit of sanity she had left and in a desperate bid for self-preservation she tore her lips away from his.
    She pushed at him with her hands to try and free herself before she was tempted to give in again. Jake held on tight for a brief second as he wavered between letting her go and trying to keep her there.
    Amanda won and Jake dropped his hands and he watched as she stepped back. A bewildered look on her face as she looked at him. Her face infused with bright colour. Her lips swollen from his kisses and her eyes burning with passion. Passion he had made her feel. A thrill of pleasure ran through him as he took in the look upon her face. He had put that look there.
    “Hate… is the last thing you feel for me Mandy. It is the last thing you have ever felt for me.” He told her bluntly, as he trapped her eyes in his gaze. She noted the look of triumph on his face. The look of victory in his eyes.
    Amanda could feel the tears, they threatened to spill down her cheeks.
    “Get out.” She managed a croaky husky whisper. Was that voice really hers? It sounded strange and foreign. It sounded deep and throaty, seductive. Thick with passion. “Get out.” She repeated, her voice becoming stronger now as she tried to shake off the incapacitating feelings that were swamping her.
    “Mandy.” Jake made a step towards her and, afraid that if he got too close at she might not so easily escape his grasp a second time, Amanda stepped back.
    Moving sideways, she put the small two-seater sofa between them. Using it as a shield.
    “Get out.” She screamed at him as she pointed a shaky hand in the direction of the door. Please go now, her heart silently pleaded. She did not dare look up.
    She was too frightened of what she might see in those steel sharp eyes of his. She was too afraid what he might see in hers. If she looked at him, that would be that. He would reach for her again and she would go without a fight. She had to avoid that at all costs. She had already betrayed herself enough for one evening. 
    “Mandy. We really should talk about what just happened.” He stopped as he watched her wince at his words and her head bent down towards the carpet at her feet.
    Amanda shook her head but said nothing. Not only had she been humiliated by giving into his kisses he wanted to humiliate her further by talking about it. She did not want to talk about it. She wanted to forget that it ever happened, erase it from her memory so that it could not