Aaron's Fall by Vivian Rose Lee Page A

Asia, I won’t let you go!”
    Asia sighed snatching away from him. “Why do men always claim me as if they have won some trinket, like some piece of nothing to be passed around?”
    “I didn’t mean it that way, Asia, I want us to be together, to get to know one another, I want you to smile again, sing and just be happy,” he implored her.
    “Why Aaron it never last, this happiness you want for me,” she replied dismally.
    “We can try Asia, give me a chance.”
    Asia searched his face. He stepped closer to her.
    “Why Aaron, I’m a burden, I’m afraid all the time, I’m afraid of the dark, I ...”
    Aaron pulled her into his arms, and kissed her, quieting her. She didn’t respond at first, and then her mouth opened to him. His tongue slipped into her mouth, she gently captured it and sucking it. Aaron groaned. Startled by the sound he made, Asia pulled away.
    “Why did you stop kissing me?” he asked her. He place his large hands on each side of her face, insuring he had her undivided attention, and looking deep into her green eyes.
    “I love the way you kiss me, the way your mouth accepts me and the way you take it into yourself, kiss me Asia,” Her lips met his. Changing her mind, Asia pushed him away.
    “I don’t want this Aaron; I’m not good enough for you,”
    “You are,” he said pulling her in his arms his kiss deepening; quieting her words, taking her hat, threading his finger through her hair, pulling it from it confines. Asia pulled away from him, searching his face for truth in his words. She couldn’t go back to him, not now, maybe ever. She had no future in Atlanta, not as long as she had memories, bad memories.
    Pain caught in her chest, tears burning in her eyes. Gently she caressed his handsome face, and lightly kissed his sultry mouth, turning away, going back into the room.
    “Aaron please, I don’t want to go back to Atlanta, to many bad memories, there is nothing and no one for me there; you have your family and your friends.
    Aaron pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. His heart couldn’t release her, she needed him, and maybe he needed her just a little. All he wanted was to make her happy. Aaron held her at arms length.
    “Asia I’m in Atlanta, I want you there, I want you to be happy and have a great life; and you will if you just allow it to happen.
    Asia gazed up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears.
    “Aaron,” she said breathless, “I want to believe what you say...”
    “Then believe it Asia, come back with me,” Aaron spoke softly, soothingly. “Let me be in your life.”
    Asia touched his mouth gently with her fingers, her eyes gazing longingly into his, wanting him to make love to her, to feel his arms around her. Her lips gently pressed onto his, his mouth devouring hers, her arms entwined about his neck. Aaron eased her coat from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. She left caution to the wind, and fell into his intoxicating spell. Reluctantly Asia pulled away, to lift her shirt over her head.
    “You are so beautiful,” Aaron said softly, his eyes trailing her body leisurely.
    Asia removed her underwear, and pulled back the covers of the bed, and getting into the bed. Aaron removed his clothing quickly and joined her.
    His face was close to her. “Thank you,” he said before taking her mouth. Her arms wound around his neck. He lifted his mouth and trailed kisses to her breast and lower. When Asia realized his intention, she protested, remembering Marcus, and cringed. It was horrible what Marcus did to her, he was horrible.
    “No!” she cried, “please don’t do that!” she begged him.
    “It’s okay,”
    “No, I can’t do that, I don’t like that, it makes me...”
    “Asia, Asia, trust me beautiful, trust me.”
    She stopped protesting and looked at him. She then lay back.
    Aaron mouth kissed her, and moved lower. Gently his tongue opened her tracing the inside of her being. He shifted and lay between her legs, his warm