Hana comes walking into the kitchen.

She looks more beautiful than ever. I don’t know why. It’s something about this family atmosphere. It makes me feel at home.

After years away, abroad, fighting for my life, this is quite the change of pace. It’s different from being in the hotel room by myself.

I could get used to this. I could get used to having somewhere to come home to, a family… It’s too bad things didn’t turn out differently. Hana and I could have had a family together.

But maybe we still can.

“Before you say anything,” I say, pulling Hana towards me. “I just want you to know this…”

I pause.

“What?”

I kiss her on the mouth.

I don’t know how to express everything that I’m feeling in words. The only way I can express it is by kissing her.

My cock goes rigid instantly in my pants and I pull her tighter against me. I feel her breasts on my chest. I feel my cock against her.

“Noah,” she whispers, breaking away from my kiss. “There’s something I need to tell you… Something important… Can we sit down?”

“That can wait,” I growl at her.

I’m too turned on for talking now.

And I know she is too.

I put a hand against her breast and I feel her erect nipple.

“Noah,” she says. “I really need to tell you…”

“Can’t it wait?” I say.

I look her in her eyes, and I’m certain that mine shine with desire for her.

“OK,” she says, smiling at me. “Let’s go up to my bedroom.”

She leads me by the hand up the stairs. I spend the whole time staring at her ass, drinking it in, its juicy, muscular curves. A woman like Hana is a work of art. A statue of her should be up in all museums.

But then again, I want to enjoy her beauty alone. It’s a selfish desire, but isn’t love somewhat selfish?

Do l love her…?

“No sound goes downstairs,” she whispers to me.

“Good,” I growl at her. “Because I’m going to make you scream.”

“I want your cock so bad,” she says, as I put a hand down her pants, under the elastic band of her underwear. I feel her warm wetness against my hand.

“I thought you had something you wanted to tell me,” I say, teasing her.

“It can wait,” she says, her breathing hot and heavy.

“Come here,” I say, falling back onto her bed. The sheets are pink and ladylike and the comforter is thick, resting at the foot of the bed, neatly folded up.

I haven’t seen her room before. It’s neat and tidy. There are pictures of her family and a couple reproductions of impressionist art pieces on the wall.

“I didn’t know you liked art,” I say.

“Is that all you can think about now?”

“Of course not,” I say.

I pull her onto the bed with me. She giggles as she tumbles on top of me.

She’s already working at the button of my jeans, and she unzips the fly, fishing for my cock.

Next thing I know, she’s pulling off her shirt as quickly as she can. I grab her bra and undo it rapidly.

We’re both undressing as quickly as we can, lying next to each other on the bed. She’s rolled off for a moment, to get everything off.

The clothes go flying across the room. We don’t care where they land. We just want each other, and our naked bodies to mingle together, to connect.

I feel a desire to get deep inside her pussy as fast as I possibly can. I don’t want her mouth on my cock now. I just need to be inside her.

Apparently, she feels the same way.

“I need you inside me,” she says, frantic with desire. “Quick. I need it. Now!”

She flips around so she’s on her back, and I get on top of her and between her legs, my cock piercing her wet pussy easily.

I start thrusting, deeply and rhythmically, steadily.

“Oh yes!” she cries out, already feeling the pleasure.

I kiss her neck as I fuck her, thrusting in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster, until the tempo has increased to a breakneck pace.

Her breasts are jiggling, turning me on. She gyrates her hips in time with my thrusts to accept me. We’ve become a machine, two people working in complete and perfect tandem. A pleasure machine. A fucking machine.

Right now, there’s no need for other positions. There’s no need for anything else.

It’s just us, fucking like crazy.

She comes quickly, moaning as she orgasms.

Hearing those sounds come out of her is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I start coming a moment later, my cock throbbing intensely, shooting my huge load deep inside her.

She falls back, exhausted, panting. My cock is still deep inside her, frozen, and still rock hard.

“What did you want to…” I start saying. I’m going to ask her what she wanted to tell me, but the next thing I know I’m dreaming.

The dream comes on strong as I fall into a slumber like I’ve never had in a long time. It’s restful sleep and restful dreaming…

The dream starts off nice. I’m walking in a meadow. There are horses running around, wild and free.

Hana’s there beside me and we hold hands. She looks at me and smiles and I smile back at her. There are no words in this dream.

The sun is shining, and the grass is an intense green, brighter than in real life.

Up ahead, there’s a windmill moving lazily.

A stream gurgles by us, but the sound from it is muted.

Fish jump and swim through the stream. They look like trout. I suddenly remember it’s been a long time since I’ve gone fishing. I used to a long time ago, with my grandfather.

I turn to Hana to communicate this with her, but I can’t speak.

My heart starts beating quickly.

There’s a flash in the sky. Lightning pierces the peaceful day.

Suddenly, the clouds are thick and grey, so grey that they’re almost black.

I turn to look back at Hana. She must be scared, I think to myself.

But she’s not there. I look down at my hand, and there’s nothing holding it.

Frantically, I look around. She’s gone. I can’t find her.

Next thing I see, she’s in the creek. But the creek has swollen to a river that rushes dangerously fast.

Rain is falling heavily.

Finally, I hear her voice, cutting across the lightning and the rain.

The storm is picking up.

“Noah!” she cries out. “Help me!”

Her voice pierces my eardrums and my heart.

But before I can get to her, she’s gone, pulled down by the rushing river. Her head bobs in the water. It looks horrific. She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone.

But I need her.

I’m about to dash off after her, but there’s a huge crashing sound from somewhere behind me.

The roar of engines cuts through the storm’s noise.

I recognize that sound. Bombers. Coming in low.

The bombs begin to fall, exploding all around me.

Troops are rushing in from somewhere.

I reach for my gun, but it’s gone.

I’ve got a holster on my side, but it’s empty.

My hand feels horribly empty.

And I need to get to her.

But the troops are rushing at me from the direction that she disappeared to.

They point their guns at me, ready to fire.

I’m in their cross hairs, and there’s nothing I can do about it.