Shadows of Desire: Part 5

Linda started up suddenly out of a heavy sleep. Her mind was muddled. What had she been dreaming? Her eyes strained to focus in the darkness of the bedroom. She glanced beside her and found Max’s side of the bed vacant. A shot of panic thudded in her stomach. Why was he not back yet from SS headquarters? Surely he should have been home hours ago. Then she squinted at the clock and made out the time: ten-thirty. Goodness, she’d only been asleep for half an hour! Sinking back onto her pillow and snuggling in, she tried to calm her heartbeat. Max often was kept until midnight at his post.

The Nazi regime was thoroughly entrenched in Paris; even the weak Vichy government was so poisoned by Nazi thinking that it created a military police to fight the French Resistance, its own people. Deportations of Jews continued. As an officer in the SS, Max headed up interrogations and executions. He was exhausted. Only a few weeks ago a surprise midnight visit from the Gestapo nearly resulted in his double role being discovered. By God’s grace, it had not.

With a deep sigh, Linda closed her eyes. She knew something had to happen, and soon. A lieutenant in the SS could not deceive his compatriots forever. Whenever he had the opportunity, or could create an opportunity, he released victims of the vicious Gestapo and did all he could to get them out of the city. The French Resistance and other sympathetic Germans helped. There were always plenty of bodies – the sight of which tormented Max – so he had “evidence” that he had carried out executions. But when would someone start looking deeper? How long before it was found that one of their own super-soldiers was a traitor?

The idea of Max being carted away to one of those terrible camps, or simply shot, brought tears to Linda’s eyes. Strange that she should love this man so much. And yet, after eight months of marriage and all that had transpired between them, it wasn’t so very strange. Since he had come to faith in Jesus, their bond had strengthened. He was desperate for something to hold onto as he battled the hell surrounding him. With her gentle leading, he was learning how to rely on God.

Just then her hand wandered to her soft belly, thinly covered by her slip. She smiled. Only today she had found out something else, something very sweet and delightful that she would soon tell him.

Mulling over tender moments between her and her husband drew her back into sleep, picking up the thread of the dream she had abruptly woken from…

It was the third day of their honeymoon. Still so new in their relationship, and still with so many walls between them, they hadn’t yet built the foundation of trust and loyalty so necessary in a marriage. The binding element was sex. Linda couldn’t believe what an animal Max was; it was clear how much he enjoyed bedding her. But he was also extremely knowledgeable and generous and insisted that she receive pleasure every time, and reach a satisfying finish. To be so ravished by a man was beyond anything she’d ever imagined, and though she worried in the back of her mind about their future, she loved the closeness to him.

It being such a beautiful summer day, Max suggested they tear themselves away from their apartment and take advantage of the weather. Linda packed a picnic and they drove out along the Seine. The sun and wind felt good. Linda tried to ignore the signs of the occupation and focused on the slow-flowing river, thick green trees, and general busy atmosphere.

Finally the landscape became more rural and Max pulled off the road into a shady spot. He came around to open Linda’s door, fetched the picnic basket, and took her hand. They walked a ways until they couldn’t see the road or the car. Trees laden with summer leaves lined the riverbank, offering some respite from the sun’s heat. Max and Linda laid a blanket on the grass under an oak and ate a leisurely lunch. When finished, Max stretched out and reclined on his elbows.

Linda set aside her glass of lemonade. “Max, is it all right if I say something rather blunt?”

“That is one reason I admire you,” he answered genially. “Your American frankness. Please say on.”

“Well…you’re a strange man.” She paused, hoping that wasn’t too blunt.

Max laughed outright, which eased her. “I have been called many things, little bride, but ‘strange’ is not one of them. Tell me why you find me an oddity.”

She smiled, then went sober again, letting her eyes devour the strong contours of his face. “I think you know. You say you’re one thing, but with me, you’re not at all what I’ve been led to believe about…well, about the Nazis.”

The songs of birds and rustling of branches in the breeze reigned before Max answered, and his answer was a question. “Do you dislike the way I am with you?” He raised his eyes to her face curiously.

“No,” she said gently. “But it confuses me.”

“War is confusing,” Max elaborated. “As I said to you before, people are placed in circumstances not of their choosing, and forced to make choices that in a sane world would never be presented to them.”

Linda lay back so she could look up at the sun-spattered leaves fluttering above her. “I suppose marrying me puts you in a delicate situation,” she said inquiringly.

He glanced down at her, noticing how her breasts peacefully rose and fell with her breathing. “No more so than I was before. I am a German, and I seek to honor my heritage.” He stopped and looked out meditatively over the water.

“I’m trying to understand you, Max. I truly am,” Linda stated. “But I think of you in that office, and people being arrested and brought –”

“Do not think of that,” he cut in, his voice quiet but firm. “Remember? We agreed. Let us not spoil this little window of peace with talk of war.”

She saw the shadow in his eyes again, and relented. “Forgive me.”

“You are so easily persuaded to kindness,” he noted, with both admiration and interest. “I have never cared for a woman as I do you.”

Linda gazed up at him. “I want to believe that,” she confessed.

A split second of stillness passed, then he rolled to his side and pressed his mouth to hers. A heated, desperate kiss erupted between them. He was nearly on top of her. She felt his hands on her sides, creeping up beneath her breasts. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around him. The wet joining of his tongue with hers made her weak. It amazed her how much the act of kissing could arouse her.

“My very lovely…goodhearted…sensual bride,” Max muttered, his lips marking her jawline. “Do you realize how you torture me?”

“Max…” she breathed, her hands all over his back. She relished the primality of his hips grinding into her. She wanted to feel the power of his body against hers, to lose herself in the moment.

He nudged her closer, his chest pressed firmly against her back, and began to grind his hips into hers with increasing intensity. She arched her hips in response, deepening the sensation. Her fingers traced the line of his spine, exploring the muscles beneath his skin. The heat radiating from him was palpable, a tangible force that demanded her attention. Her breath hitched as he slowly lowered himself, his body seeking hers, until their bodies were pressed together, locked in a passionate embrace. He unzipped her slip with a deliberate movement, the cool fabric sliding down her hips, leaving her skin exposed to the warmth of his touch. The scent of his sweat and arousal filled her nostrils, further intensifying her desire.

He ran his hand down her stomach, lingering over her belly button, before pulling her closer still. His lips moved urgently against her breast, and she moaned in response, her fingers digging into his back. She knew she should pull away, but the pleasure was too intense to resist. His hand moved down her leg, grinding against her thigh, sending shivers of excitement through her body. She let out a gasp as he slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers exploring the folds of her thighs, teasing her with every movement. She writhed in his arms, begging for more, desperate to lose herself in the depths of his pleasure.

He pulled her closer, drawing her face down to his chest, and began to kiss her with unrestrained passion. The world faded away as she focused solely on the feel of his lips on her skin, the heat of his body against hers. She let out a long, drawn-out moan, her body trembling with anticipation. He pushed himself on top of her, his weight pressing down on her, and began to ride her with renewed vigor. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her weak in the knees. She clung to him, desperate to hold on tight, determined to savor every moment of this exquisite experience. The rhythm of his movements, the heat of his body, the scent of his arousal – it was all too much to bear. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure, lost in the intoxicating embrace of her husband. The sun beat down on their bodies, warming them as they continued to lose themselves in each other's arms. It was the perfect moment, a stolen paradise amidst the chaos of their lives. A moment of pure bliss, a testament to the enduring power of love and lust. The world outside could wait; for now, they were lost in their own private world, a world of passion, desire, and unyielding devotion. It was a moment they would cherish forever, a memory to be held close to their hearts, a reminder of the incredible connection they shared. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the riverbank, they continued their intimate dance, their bodies intertwined, their souls intertwined. Their love, forged in the fires of war and strengthened by their shared passion, was a beacon of hope in a dark and turbulent world. And in that moment, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of their love, they knew that they had found something truly special, something that would last a lifetime.

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