Days when the thin cloak of civilization threatens to slip at the least provocation, revealing the monster inside. Today is not one of those days. Today I have her with me. Cradling her with one arm, I stroke her dark hair, delighting in its silky texture. Not since I kidnapped her for the first time.
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There is a concerned expression on Noras face as she reaches up to touch the area above my left ear. Her slender fingers are gentle on my scalp. Does it still hurt? Her touch sends pleasure streaking down my spine.
I want this from her. I want her to care about my well-being. I want her to love me even though I stole her freedom—even though, by all rights, she should hate me. I have no illusions about myself. I took a young woman because I wanted her and for no other reason.
I took her and I made her mine. I make no excuses for my actions. I feel no guilt either. And I am. I am exactly what she needs now. I will give her everything, and I will take everything from her in return. Her body, her mind, her devotion—I want it all. I want her pain and her pleasure, her fear and her joy. I want to be her entire life.
Her hand is slim and delicate in my grasp, her skin soft and warm. I can feel the excitement rising within her, and my body hardens, a dark hunger awakening within me again. Reaching across the table, I slowly and purposefully unbuckle her safety belt. Then I stand up, still holding her hand, and lead her to the bedroom at the back of the airplane.