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I pump harder and faster, the sweat between us turning slippery and her pants sound like whispers.
“Ohhh...” she cries, rocking into me. Again and again.
My body tightens and everything’s twisting right before I burst forth into her and the fact that we’re standing is the only thing keeping me from collapsing. My arms go around her chest as I pull her away from the window and she stumbles into me.
And I’m struck by a lingering thought, that even when I’m with her, I still miss her.
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I hold her. My face nestles in the crook of her neck as we wait for our heart beats to slow down. She contemplatively strokes my arm, her body spent and my smell is on her. I can barely detect her own scent anymore, I’ve marked her with it and she wears it like her second skin.
When she moves to pull away, I reluctantly let her go but I’m already plotting on how to get her back. Not that she seems to be on the same page as me and she walks over to the pile of her clothes that’s lying on the floor.
Bending over to pick them up, she flushes when she notices that my eyes are on her and as always my body reacts to her. These days that I’ve had her here won’t be nearly enough. I don’t even want to let her go back to her hometown to gather her stuff.
I’ll send for whatever she wants instead. I need her to be within my reach always.
Even now, when she’s only a couple of feet away from me it still feels like an unnecessary distance. And I don’t like it. I reach out, clasping her by the waist to pull her back but she squirms out of my way.
“I need to get dressed,” she murmurs.
She does? Why the fuck for? I prefer her naked and face down, ass up in my bed. But she’s already pulling on her underwear and I nod because I’m not going to press and I drag on my own clothes. I’m buttoning up my shirt when I notice that she’s watching me and I raise my brows in question.
“Something wrong, doll face?”
Shaking her head, she looks away but I get an unnerving feeling in my gut. She knows who I am now. The deal was that when she knows my name I’ll let her go. I’ll loosen my hold on her, un cuff her so to speak, allow her to roam freely.
Let her go wherever the fuck she wants. Even if it’s without me.
“Did you ever think about me?” I ask as she’s busy dragging on her tight dress over her hips and she looks at me in surprise. “Every now and then?”
“Thane...,” she says in a low voice and it gives me my answer. Let’s me now that she was too occupied with getting accustomed to her own life, “they wouldn’t let me think about you or that place. My parents were desperate to see me as their biological child and whenever I’d bring up the orphanage, they’d shut me down.”
I nod because I understand. There was no room for me in her new life.
“I thought about you,” I confess, “all the time. And when I grew up, I always hoped that whenever a blond girl passed me on the street that she would turn out to be you.”
A smile adorns her mouth but she puts on her shoes and a muscle pulses in my jaw.
“Going somewhere?”
She doesn’t answer my question. “Why did you kidnap me?” she asks somberly. “Why couldn’t you just come up to me and sayhey, it’s me. Good to see you, Daphne.”
“Wanted to keep you safe. Wanted to keep you away from anything that could hurt you.” I drag a hand through my hair. “I lost it when I saw you on the news. Saw how much you were shaking and how scared you were and I was miles away from you. I felt like I had no control.”
“So you just decided to snatch me?”
“He held a knife to your throat.Your, your fucking throat. And I wasn’t there to stop him. He could have killed you andyou, instead of doing everything in your power to watch out for yourself you go and get drunk and pass out in an alley.”
Daphne jerks. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be angry at you and not the other way around.”
I jerk too, only I hide it better. “Then you are angry?” This is what I was afraid of, that she would hold my actions against me.
“You kidnapped me,” she says, shaking her head in amazement. “I should have guessed it was you. It’s just the kind of thing you would do. You’d always get so impulsive whenever something angered you.”
Dragging a hand down my face I say, “I thought that when you walked down into the kitchen and saw me there, that you would recognize me. But your eyes were so damn blank and you were so wary of me that it pissed me off through the fucking roof.”
Continuing I add, “You had always stayed in my mind and heart that you never began to feel like a stranger to me. But in that moment I realized that I had become a stranger to you.”
