Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Sim’s sniffles pull me from my thoughts. I focus back on the screen and my heart squeezes. Her hair is now covering her face, but I can still see tears have filled her beautiful eyes. Those sexy lips of hers are trembling as she tries to hold them back.
“Please don’t cry, cara. I thought you were happy there. You will be graduating soon, and you’ve been offered two jobs. My little principal dancer, or do you plan to join the orchestra, my little pianist?”
“I want to do whatever will bring me home,” she says.
“There is nothing here but danger. I know you know what it is I do. You are not meant for this world.
“I want you to be safe and happy. Remain in the light of the world. This … all of this is such crap. I lose another piece of myself every day. Please, my angel, remain where you are safe and happy,” I plead.
“You keep me here because I am not like you?”
“Yes, I would rather you never come back and enter this world. Someday, you will have to, and I hate that.”
“I understand. I still wish I could see you.”
I pull a hand down my face to keep from telling her that I’ll be there for our anniversary. Knowing that I have fallen in love with her has made it clear I won’t be able to leave if she has another meltdown. This concerns me.
“I will call you tomorrow. I lo … I will talk to you then.”
“Okay, Michael. I will talk to you then.”
The call disconnects and I close my eyes. What am I thinking? I almost told her I love her.
I take a breath as I begin to think about how I got here. How did I end up falling for her? It’s the unfiltered way she sees life.
It’s in the way she’s straightforward and doesn’t tell me what I want to hear but exactly what I need to hear—the unfiltered truth. It’s in the way she brings a smile to my face on my worst days. I have never tried to change her, but she’s always changing and adapting to her surroundings to, as she says, do her best.
I don’t think there is anything Sim can’t master. However, my thoughts remind me of a few months ago when she was upset about the other dancers trying to sabotage her. I had to explain to her why we don’t kill just anyone who makes us angry.
I had to think out a list of reasons and guidelines for deciding who deserves to be erased.
Love and relationships are a bit more complicated. I wouldn’t know how to address that. If I unintentionally hurt her, I would be devastated.
I have to spend so much time away from her. The restraint I show in reference to relationships and intimacy is taxing enough. If I allow myself to grow these feelings that’s only going to make things harder for me.
I never considered my deep-rooted loyalty when I agreed to marry Symphony. Once I make a commitment, it is set in stone. As a result, I have never been able to allow myself to bed another.
“God, I miss sex.”
***
I walk into the dance studio and find the dancer standing by the window. She has her back to me, but there’s something melancholy about her posture. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her.
A smile comes to my lips as she settles back against my chest. Dipping my head, I kiss the soft skin on her neck. A soft moan leaves her lips.
I grow hard as she nestles her ass against me. Wanting to finally see her face, I place my fingers beneath her chin and lift her head. A growl leaves my chest as I see the face of my little wife come into view.
Suddenly, hair is cascading down around her shoulders. I reach to touch a loc like I have wanted to touch for years. She lifts on her toes and presses her plump lips to mine.
I groan and lock my fingers in her hair. Taking over the kiss, I open her mouth to me and devour her. The kiss turns heated and passionate quickly.
She turns in my arms. I hoist her onto my waist. Her back hits the windowpane as I continue to consume her sweet mouth. Her whimpers and moans turn me on as I move my lips to her neck.
I can’t stop myself. I want her so much. The feel of her in my arms makes so much sense in this moment. Here and now, nothing can take her from me.
Reaching between her legs, I fist the fabric covering her most intimate place. I twist and pull until I begin to hear the sound of tearing. With one strong yank, I shred the fabric, revealing her core to me.