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**5**

It was cold when Isabella tiredly opened her eyes on the next morning. She pulled the blankets tighter around her and petted the place next to her, sitting up straight when she noticed it was empty. Rosalie was gone and that awareness made Isabella's eyes fill with tears. Maybe she regretted what had happened between the two of them last night. Adultery was a deadly sin and as the beautiful blonde's husband was a man of God—that probably made everything worse. Isabella folded her hands and started praying silently, asking God to forgive not her but at least Rosalie. In that moment the door to Isabella's bedroom was pulled open and the curvy woman who had given her such unknown pleasures last night entered the room with a smile on her pretty face.

"I made some breakfast for you. The boys are down in the living room watching some cartoons."

"I thought you were gone."

Rosalie sighed deeply, placing the tray on the nightstand.

"I don't want to leave you ever. I can't leave you. Not after what happened between us last night."

She kissed the brunette woman's lips tenderly, teasing the inside of her warm mouth with the tip of her tongue before moving it lazily around Isabella's tongue.

"I love you. I know it's a sin but I just can't help it. I want to be with you so very badly."

"Oh Isabella, I feel the same. I need you like I need air in my lungs. You are the most important person in this world to me."

"What about Royce?" Isabella asked, her voice trembling nervously. "He's your husband."

"I know and he would never agree on a divorce so that only leaves one option left for me."

Isabella wrapped her arms around the curvy blonde, circling her fingers down the roundness of Rosalie's hips.

"I have to run away. Will you come with me? Please, say, you'll come with me, Isabella. I can't be without you."

Isabella swallowed hard and took a deep breath before she spoke up again.

"I'd rather die than be without you. But where can we go? I don't have any money."

"Royce doesn't trust the bank, so he's storing all our savings in a little safe in our bedroom. The combination is his favorite bible psalm."

"You don't want to steal the money from him? No, Rosalie, we can't do that."

"What I can't do is going back to Royce to pretend that what happened last night didn't happen. I didn't even know what it means to truly love someone until I found you."

With that she shifted the two of them around until the dainty brunette was laying underneath her.

"Let me make love to you, my sweet Isabella."

Rosalie's hand moved between her beloved's thighs, caressing their insides until her fingertips reached the damp curls that covered Isabella's womanhood. With ease she found the sensitive little pearl right above her lover's entrance.

"I want to taste your wetness all over my tongue." she whispered hoarsely as she kneeled down between Isabella's thighs.

"Oh Rosalie, please….please,"

The pleasures that rippled through Isabella as the gorgeous blonde dipped her velvety tongue into her slick folds were overwhelming. Rosalie knew exactly where Isabella needed to be licked in order to make her feel good. It was divine and Isabella found herself a quivering mass under her beloved's caress. She wanted to touch Rosalie as she was touching her. Yes, Isabella wanted to put her mouth on the blonde woman's most intimate parts to make her feel the same, incredible lust that she felt herself.

The musky scent of Rosalie's arousal made her feel dizzy and for a moment Isabella was unsure whether it was right to do what she was about to do.

"Yes, my little pearl. Let me feel your tongue. I need to feel it." Rosalie groaned against Isabella's sex, as she started thrusting two of her fingers inside her brunette lover.

Isabella whimpered, letting her tongue move up and down between Rosalie's inner lips, circling the pulsing pearl in slow circles. The taste was salty and unlike anything Isabella had experienced before. She moved her tongue in the same rhythm Rosalie was exploring her and after a few minutes both of them reached the peak of the lust, their moans stiffened by the blankets they had pulled over each other.

"We are going to hell."

"Stop speaking of hell when I found something that is way better than heaven in your arms. I won't let anything bad happen to you, Isabella. I love you too much to let you get hurt."

Rosalie stood up from the bed and tried to flatten her petticoat with her hands.

"You should start packing. I'll pick you up later tonight, when it's dark."

"Where will we go?" Isabella asked her worriedly, trying to calm down the ragged beating of her heart. She was so excited, so nervous about what the two of them were planning to do.

"As far away from Georgia as possible. We'll take a train to Chicago and once we get there, we'll figure out where to go from there."

"Rosalie, I'm scared."

"I know. I'm scared too, my little pearl. But I'm more scared to face a life without you by my side. I love you and I don't want to be without you ever again."

She kissed her brunette lover tenderly on the lips before rushing down the stairs.

Isabella sighed deeply, circling her fingertip over the place where Rosalie's warm mouth had been just seconds before. Then she went to the boys room and quickly stuffed as many of their clothes into an old suitcase. She was way too nervous to make reasonable choices in what to pack or what to leave behind and so, she ended up covered in a thin layer of sweat when she finally dared to sit down on the couch in her living room.

"Mommy, are we going on a vacation?" one of her twin boys asked her, sticking his thumb between his lips.

"Kind of, sweetie."

"Shouldn't we pray for a safe trip then?"

She nodded her head and walked up the stairs to get the bible from her bedroom. Holding the black leathered book in her hand, she hesitated for a minute. God was surely not going to be in favor or her decision to run away with Reverend King's wife.

"Forgive me, my Lord." She whispered huskily, kneeling down in front of her bed. "I know you don't understand how I feel about Rosalie but I just can't help it. She's my life now. I can't be without her. It's just not possible."

She planted a kiss on the bible on her lap and placed the book back on the crumbled cotton sheets again.

"No more," she whispered. "I don't need a constant reminder on how wrong it is what I'm going to do. What I already have done with her. But I need to follow my heart. Forgive me, my Lord, for I can't regret being a sinner."

**The End**