Read Online A Veil of Glass and Rain by Petra F. Bagnardi - Free Book Online
Authors: Petra F. Bagnardi
Ads: Link
They dance slowly
in front of my tired eyes like waves of the sea.
I want to fall asleep again, but I'm afraid of
what my memory and my imagination will
invoke.
I can't resist. I close my eyes.
“Brina.”
Eagan's voice and his gentle touch on my
shoulder startle me awake. My vision is
blurred with speckles of green and blue light. I
blink rapidly until Eagan's handsome face
comes into focus. He's sitting on my bed and
he's smiling down at me.
“Are you real?” I ask sleepily.
He laughs softly. “Yes.”
I sit up and wrap my arms around is neck.
He hugs me back without any hesitation.
“What are you doing here?” He smells so
good and he's so warm.
“Your friend Clém called me.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. She found my number on your
phone. She told me about, you know, your
cramps,” he explains.
“Guys normally stay away from girls in my
particular condition,” I mutter against the
hollow of his neck.
“I'm fearless,” he says.
“Shouldn't you be working?”
“You're more important.”
“I'm fine.”
“You want me to go?”
I tremble and hold him tighter. “No.”
“Good. Lie back down. I'll keep you warm.”
I do as he instructs, while observing him as
he toes off his shoes, and then he bends over
to yank off his socks.
A big part of me still believes that this is a
dream. But it all becomes very real as he
reclines on my bed and makes me turn onto my
side, so that he can position his body along
mine. He covers us both with my blanket, then
he links his arm around my waist and pulls me
back against his broad chest.
“Your friend really thought about
everything. She left her spare key under the
doormat for me,” he says. His breath tickles
my nape.
“She's awesome,“ I comment.
“What does she know about me?” Eagan
demands.
“Not much.”
I feel the blanket shift a little, as Eagan
sighs deeply.
“Brina, what happened to us?”
“Life happened.” I kissed you. I fell in love
with you.
“I want to be a part of your life again, kitty-
cat.”
His soft words gust along the delicate shell
of my ear. I suppress a whimper.
“I want that too,” I admit. “But go easy on
me,” I add, “Because I'm not the same
determined girl you used to know.”
“You're stronger than you think,” He insists.
“What if you're wrong?”
“I'm not. I know you.”
No, you don't. “I don't feel strong at all,
Eagan.”
He nuzzles my hair and he breathes me in. I
need him to stop, for he's tormenting my
senses, but all I can do is whisper his name.
“It's alright. I'm here. I'll make everything
good again,” he reassures me.
My head wants to believe him. My body
already does, because my limbs melt into him,
even as my skin absorbs his heat.
I fall into a quiet and untroubled sleep.
I wake up laughing. Eagan's hands are
squeezing my waist and his fingers are
searching all the spots between my ribs that
tickle.
“Eagan!” I snort.
“Wake up, kitty-cat!”
I squirm against him and I try to grab at his
hands. “I'm awake,” I gasp.
As I keep writhing and pushing back against
him, I feel his erection prod the small of my
back. I freeze. Then my body reacts; my
breasts tingle, and an overwhelming sensation
pulses within my core. Soon it unfurls like a
ribbon made of fire. It wraps around my legs,
my torso, my arms even.
I notice that Eagan's not touching me
anymore.
“Brina?” His voice is uncertain.
My skin craves the touch of his hands. I shift
and turn, so that I'm facing him. I link my arms
around his neck and drape my leg over his
thigh.
“Don't stop,” I murmur urgently against his
neck.
The fiery ribbon of my desire clutches my
heart and burns my throat. “Please, don't stop
holding me.” It's another desperate whisper.
Eagan's arms clutch me tightly. I grind my
hips against his crotch again, and again. His
erection jerks. The groans that my movements
elicit from him make my skin hum
in front of my tired eyes like waves of the sea.
I want to fall asleep again, but I'm afraid of
what my memory and my imagination will
invoke.
I can't resist. I close my eyes.
“Brina.”
Eagan's voice and his gentle touch on my
shoulder startle me awake. My vision is
blurred with speckles of green and blue light. I
blink rapidly until Eagan's handsome face
comes into focus. He's sitting on my bed and
he's smiling down at me.
“Are you real?” I ask sleepily.
He laughs softly. “Yes.”
I sit up and wrap my arms around is neck.
He hugs me back without any hesitation.
“What are you doing here?” He smells so
good and he's so warm.
“Your friend Clém called me.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. She found my number on your
phone. She told me about, you know, your
cramps,” he explains.
“Guys normally stay away from girls in my
particular condition,” I mutter against the
hollow of his neck.
“I'm fearless,” he says.
“Shouldn't you be working?”
“You're more important.”
“I'm fine.”
“You want me to go?”
I tremble and hold him tighter. “No.”
“Good. Lie back down. I'll keep you warm.”
I do as he instructs, while observing him as
he toes off his shoes, and then he bends over
to yank off his socks.
A big part of me still believes that this is a
dream. But it all becomes very real as he
reclines on my bed and makes me turn onto my
side, so that he can position his body along
mine. He covers us both with my blanket, then
he links his arm around my waist and pulls me
back against his broad chest.
“Your friend really thought about
everything. She left her spare key under the
doormat for me,” he says. His breath tickles
my nape.
“She's awesome,“ I comment.
“What does she know about me?” Eagan
demands.
“Not much.”
I feel the blanket shift a little, as Eagan
sighs deeply.
“Brina, what happened to us?”
“Life happened.” I kissed you. I fell in love
with you.
“I want to be a part of your life again, kitty-
cat.”
His soft words gust along the delicate shell
of my ear. I suppress a whimper.
“I want that too,” I admit. “But go easy on
me,” I add, “Because I'm not the same
determined girl you used to know.”
“You're stronger than you think,” He insists.
“What if you're wrong?”
“I'm not. I know you.”
No, you don't. “I don't feel strong at all,
Eagan.”
He nuzzles my hair and he breathes me in. I
need him to stop, for he's tormenting my
senses, but all I can do is whisper his name.
“It's alright. I'm here. I'll make everything
good again,” he reassures me.
My head wants to believe him. My body
already does, because my limbs melt into him,
even as my skin absorbs his heat.
I fall into a quiet and untroubled sleep.
I wake up laughing. Eagan's hands are
squeezing my waist and his fingers are
searching all the spots between my ribs that
tickle.
“Eagan!” I snort.
“Wake up, kitty-cat!”
I squirm against him and I try to grab at his
hands. “I'm awake,” I gasp.
As I keep writhing and pushing back against
him, I feel his erection prod the small of my
back. I freeze. Then my body reacts; my
breasts tingle, and an overwhelming sensation
pulses within my core. Soon it unfurls like a
ribbon made of fire. It wraps around my legs,
my torso, my arms even.
I notice that Eagan's not touching me
anymore.
“Brina?” His voice is uncertain.
My skin craves the touch of his hands. I shift
and turn, so that I'm facing him. I link my arms
around his neck and drape my leg over his
thigh.
“Don't stop,” I murmur urgently against his
neck.
The fiery ribbon of my desire clutches my
heart and burns my throat. “Please, don't stop
holding me.” It's another desperate whisper.
Eagan's arms clutch me tightly. I grind my
hips against his crotch again, and again. His
erection jerks. The groans that my movements
elicit from him make my skin hum
Similar Books
