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Authors: S.J. Wright
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doubt that I can change that. But you need to know that I’m still looking out for you.”
Heat had begun building inside my chest as she spoke. I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, so many insults I wanted to hurl at her. More than all that, I had to know why. Why did she give us up? How could it have come down to that? Bitter tears began to flow from my eyes, and I turned away to keep her from seeing them. No one should see me cry. Especially not her.
After a few minutes had passed and I heard nothing further, I looked and saw that I was alone once more. A cool breeze flowed against my face, blowing my hair back off my shoulders. I smelled leaves dying. I felt the earth beneath me go frigid. What I feared was that it was my own heart that was taking its last breath.
When I curled up in my bed later, it was almost dawn. My left side ached where Trevor had kneed me. My ankle was throbbing lightly. Alex had not returned, and I was relieved. I wished I could just leave everything behind and be alone. However, if I relinquished my role as Warden, it would fall on Katie.
When the yellow walls of my rooms began to grow brighter with the coming light, and my eyelids could barely open, a familiar manly figure slipped in through the door. He moved carefully and quietly, undressing in the pale light and sliding between the sheets of my bed. He wrapped a golden arm around my waist and sighed softly.
I was too exhausted to argue and far too comfortable to push him away. The warmth of his body lying nestled against me was a balm to my battered soul. I fell asleep in the arms of a god.
Chapter 8
“ Sarah…”
Firm, urgent fingers stroked over the skin of my stomach and then lower, sending waves of pleasure to my head. Michael’s face was so clear, so poignant and wracked with desire that my body responded blindly. A warm tongue lapped delicately at one of my nipples. I stretched, moaned, and slowly became aware that I was not dreaming.
The light coming in through the windows was limited by the clouds in the sky and painted dull shapes across the floor and walls, but it was obviously late in the morning. The golden locks of hair that brushed against my breast told me that my dream may have been about Michael, but it was Alex who was carefully and thoroughly stoking the desire rising within me.
“ No biting.” I whispered. I was not entirely sure what kind of power I had given him when he drank from me, but thought it would be better to hold off on that particular activity until I could find out more.
There was a moment of hesitation before he began again, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, then backing off and just stroking my arm lazily, his mesmerizing green eyes locked on my flushed face. When he rose from the bed, he stretched slowly and gave me an impish little wink before pushing his boxers down over his hips and knees.
Looking at him there, standing bare, strong, and beautiful before me, I again felt that peculiar compulsion to let him take anything he wanted. As if I belonged to him and it was all in his right to demand. When he lowered himself over me, every ounce of power he possessed and every gorgeous detail of his body sent me fully into that frame of mind. I forgot about everyone else. I forgot about the meadow. I dismissed the warnings of my mother and Victoria.
His movements inside me and his gentle murmurs against my ear sent me spiraling up into a world I had never known. When I came crashing back down to earth, he was feasting on my blood. All I could do was watch. He had drawn one of my thighs up over his shoulder and clamped his mouth down upon the femoral artery there, so close to where he had spilled his seed only moments before.
“ Alex…” I whispered hoarsely, barely finding the energy to say his name, “No.”
He did not even look over at me. His mouth and throat were working just fine, but apparently, he had gone deaf. I managed to lift my
Heat had begun building inside my chest as she spoke. I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, so many insults I wanted to hurl at her. More than all that, I had to know why. Why did she give us up? How could it have come down to that? Bitter tears began to flow from my eyes, and I turned away to keep her from seeing them. No one should see me cry. Especially not her.
After a few minutes had passed and I heard nothing further, I looked and saw that I was alone once more. A cool breeze flowed against my face, blowing my hair back off my shoulders. I smelled leaves dying. I felt the earth beneath me go frigid. What I feared was that it was my own heart that was taking its last breath.
When I curled up in my bed later, it was almost dawn. My left side ached where Trevor had kneed me. My ankle was throbbing lightly. Alex had not returned, and I was relieved. I wished I could just leave everything behind and be alone. However, if I relinquished my role as Warden, it would fall on Katie.
When the yellow walls of my rooms began to grow brighter with the coming light, and my eyelids could barely open, a familiar manly figure slipped in through the door. He moved carefully and quietly, undressing in the pale light and sliding between the sheets of my bed. He wrapped a golden arm around my waist and sighed softly.
I was too exhausted to argue and far too comfortable to push him away. The warmth of his body lying nestled against me was a balm to my battered soul. I fell asleep in the arms of a god.
Chapter 8
“ Sarah…”
Firm, urgent fingers stroked over the skin of my stomach and then lower, sending waves of pleasure to my head. Michael’s face was so clear, so poignant and wracked with desire that my body responded blindly. A warm tongue lapped delicately at one of my nipples. I stretched, moaned, and slowly became aware that I was not dreaming.
The light coming in through the windows was limited by the clouds in the sky and painted dull shapes across the floor and walls, but it was obviously late in the morning. The golden locks of hair that brushed against my breast told me that my dream may have been about Michael, but it was Alex who was carefully and thoroughly stoking the desire rising within me.
“ No biting.” I whispered. I was not entirely sure what kind of power I had given him when he drank from me, but thought it would be better to hold off on that particular activity until I could find out more.
There was a moment of hesitation before he began again, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, then backing off and just stroking my arm lazily, his mesmerizing green eyes locked on my flushed face. When he rose from the bed, he stretched slowly and gave me an impish little wink before pushing his boxers down over his hips and knees.
Looking at him there, standing bare, strong, and beautiful before me, I again felt that peculiar compulsion to let him take anything he wanted. As if I belonged to him and it was all in his right to demand. When he lowered himself over me, every ounce of power he possessed and every gorgeous detail of his body sent me fully into that frame of mind. I forgot about everyone else. I forgot about the meadow. I dismissed the warnings of my mother and Victoria.
His movements inside me and his gentle murmurs against my ear sent me spiraling up into a world I had never known. When I came crashing back down to earth, he was feasting on my blood. All I could do was watch. He had drawn one of my thighs up over his shoulder and clamped his mouth down upon the femoral artery there, so close to where he had spilled his seed only moments before.
“ Alex…” I whispered hoarsely, barely finding the energy to say his name, “No.”
He did not even look over at me. His mouth and throat were working just fine, but apparently, he had gone deaf. I managed to lift my
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