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know I will never want or let it break.
I zone every other thought from my mind and just concentrate on the flow of emotions coming from her touch. Every pure thought she’s ever had is rushing before my eyes.
Her innocence is proven to me and it gi ves me a strange sense of possession over her again. She’s mine in every way she could be.
When the doors open I ignore the looks of shock on each face as we walk hand-in-hand. Peter is waiting; I open the door and escort her inside.
Insid e the cabin the electricity becomes vibrant. She looks over at me through her long lashes. “Do you feel that too?” She asks apprehensively.
I smile again. “It’s kind of hard to miss.”
She smiles back and nods relieved that I feel the same. We ride in silence each soaking in the extraordinary bond already in place between us.
I c an read that she has never had any type of bond with a man before and that makes me relax all over, because I, too, have never had any type of connection with anyone previous to her.
It’ s new to the both of us.
We stop outside the house and I pull her to the curb. Her mouth forms an O when she takes in the enormous row house and the massive red door. Its no surprise that red is my preferred color.
I open the door and let her precede me. She stutters to a halt when she eyes my grand foyer. To some it can be over the top opulence but it reminds me of the grand palaces in Greece when I was a child.
I feel her apprehension at being around such wealth. I want to sooth her. “It’s just marble and tile, nothing important.”
She looks at me shocked. “This is like a palace, Khai. I had no idea.” She runs her hands through her hair then over her face cupping her mouth. “I just…wow, I mean I’ve never been around anything like this before.”
She’ s clearly overwhelmed. I squeeze her hand “Really, Adonia, it’s nothing important, trust me.”
She sh akes her head and trains her eyes down her frame and over her clothes. A feeling of shame flows through her mind and I am instantly angry.
I pull her hand closer to me. “Don’t ever think like that again. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and had the honor of knowing.”
Her eyes wid en and I realize my mistake—I’ve read her thoughts and responded to them aloud.
Fuck.
The grip in her hand loosens and I feel the hold breaking. Pure panic erupts inside and I feel desperate.
I fe el her body shift slightly and begin to pull away. I step closer and use my other hand to cup her face. “No, don’t. Please don’t be frightened of me, Adonia. I can swear to you that it will never be my intent to ever harm you.”
I c an’t lie to her. I can’t say that I will never harm her because I know what I am and I lose control easily. But I know that honestly I would die before I hurt her. And that thought coming from the selfish creature that I am solidifies what she means to me.
She i s everything.
A hundred emotions swirl through her mind but the one that dominates her thoughts and feelings is trust. She trusts me and that makes the dead heart I carry feel alive again.
“Come. I’d like to just sit and talk with you, if its what you wish.”
She grips my hand tighter and I smile as I lead her to the living room. I am used to the grandeur I surround myself with. There was a time that it filled voids I had and relieved some of the tedium but having her here and standing within it I feel a strange wave of shame. These things aren’t really important to me yet I bathe my life with them.
Money and prestige.
Her reaction is expected—shock, awe, and the feeling of being overwhelmed. I pull her to the decadent sofa perched in front of the floor to ceiling glass wall. We have an unobstructed view of all of Manhattan.
She whistles . “I certainly don’t see this out my window everyday.”
I grin at her. “Y eah, it’s not too bad.” I turn to face her. “There is something about you Adonia that has captured me.
I zone every other thought from my mind and just concentrate on the flow of emotions coming from her touch. Every pure thought she’s ever had is rushing before my eyes.
Her innocence is proven to me and it gi ves me a strange sense of possession over her again. She’s mine in every way she could be.
When the doors open I ignore the looks of shock on each face as we walk hand-in-hand. Peter is waiting; I open the door and escort her inside.
Insid e the cabin the electricity becomes vibrant. She looks over at me through her long lashes. “Do you feel that too?” She asks apprehensively.
I smile again. “It’s kind of hard to miss.”
She smiles back and nods relieved that I feel the same. We ride in silence each soaking in the extraordinary bond already in place between us.
I c an read that she has never had any type of bond with a man before and that makes me relax all over, because I, too, have never had any type of connection with anyone previous to her.
It’ s new to the both of us.
We stop outside the house and I pull her to the curb. Her mouth forms an O when she takes in the enormous row house and the massive red door. Its no surprise that red is my preferred color.
I open the door and let her precede me. She stutters to a halt when she eyes my grand foyer. To some it can be over the top opulence but it reminds me of the grand palaces in Greece when I was a child.
I feel her apprehension at being around such wealth. I want to sooth her. “It’s just marble and tile, nothing important.”
She looks at me shocked. “This is like a palace, Khai. I had no idea.” She runs her hands through her hair then over her face cupping her mouth. “I just…wow, I mean I’ve never been around anything like this before.”
She’ s clearly overwhelmed. I squeeze her hand “Really, Adonia, it’s nothing important, trust me.”
She sh akes her head and trains her eyes down her frame and over her clothes. A feeling of shame flows through her mind and I am instantly angry.
I pull her hand closer to me. “Don’t ever think like that again. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and had the honor of knowing.”
Her eyes wid en and I realize my mistake—I’ve read her thoughts and responded to them aloud.
Fuck.
The grip in her hand loosens and I feel the hold breaking. Pure panic erupts inside and I feel desperate.
I fe el her body shift slightly and begin to pull away. I step closer and use my other hand to cup her face. “No, don’t. Please don’t be frightened of me, Adonia. I can swear to you that it will never be my intent to ever harm you.”
I c an’t lie to her. I can’t say that I will never harm her because I know what I am and I lose control easily. But I know that honestly I would die before I hurt her. And that thought coming from the selfish creature that I am solidifies what she means to me.
She i s everything.
A hundred emotions swirl through her mind but the one that dominates her thoughts and feelings is trust. She trusts me and that makes the dead heart I carry feel alive again.
“Come. I’d like to just sit and talk with you, if its what you wish.”
She grips my hand tighter and I smile as I lead her to the living room. I am used to the grandeur I surround myself with. There was a time that it filled voids I had and relieved some of the tedium but having her here and standing within it I feel a strange wave of shame. These things aren’t really important to me yet I bathe my life with them.
Money and prestige.
Her reaction is expected—shock, awe, and the feeling of being overwhelmed. I pull her to the decadent sofa perched in front of the floor to ceiling glass wall. We have an unobstructed view of all of Manhattan.
She whistles . “I certainly don’t see this out my window everyday.”
I grin at her. “Y eah, it’s not too bad.” I turn to face her. “There is something about you Adonia that has captured me.
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