Page 44 of Soul of a Woman


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The kitten flew through the window just before flames began billowing out.

When Broni and Fate materialized beside him, Rhys, unable to help himself and knowing it would do no good other than to make him feel better, walked to the man and kicked him in the ribs. Expecting his foot to pass through him, he almost tripped when his foot connected with a meatythunk. The man’s scream of pain brought a vindictive smile to Rhys’s face.

“Get her away from the house.”

Watching the man stumble toward Zandra holding his ribs, Rhys noticed Fate’s huge smile and didn’t need to wonder further how he had managed to kick the neglectful father.

“If you could let me kick that no good piece of shit, how come you wouldn’t let me help her?” Rhys snapped angrily.

“That kick couldn’t change the future; her life will.”

They stood and watched as a fire truck and ambulance arrived. Despite the worthless parents wanting aid first, they were ignored while the girl was stabilized. The only one not ignoring them was the police officer and fire chief wanting explanations of how the fire had started. They looked more frightened by the questions than they had of the fire.

Rhys and Broni left then, materializing back in Rhys’s room without Broni having to touch him.

“I no longer need your help to transport?” Rhys questioned.

“Apparently not.” Broni shrugged, unsure of how or why he was able to do so without her aid.

“Jericho does. I’ve seen him,” Rhys said.

“Yes, but he’s a demi-God. His power was inherited, yours are not,” Broni explained.

“Then why?”

“Mother must have decided that will be one of the powers she gifts you with,” Broni said with a frown that Rhys didn’t understand.

“Will Zandra be all right?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask my mother, however she may or may not answer my question.”Broni wrinkled her nose. “You smell like a chimney.”

“You’re not much better.”

They undressed and took another shower, this time each lost in their own thoughts.

Broni couldn’t understand how her powers had failed her and been switched to Rhys. Was it to be in just this instance or would it last longer? Broni was frightened to learn the answer.

Rhys felt a small weight lifted off his chest, making him breathe a little easier. Saving the child had eased a tiny part of the pain he’d felt at being unable to save his own children. The guilt had been eating him alive just as much as the grief he felt at missing them.

They got out of the shower, drying themselves off, and once they were in bed, Broni turned off the light with a wave of her hand. Before she could lay down beside Rhys, he was leaning over her, pressing her down into the soft mattress.

Rhys felt like a part of him that had been asleep was reawakening. He was filled with the inexplicable need to fuck Broni. His mouth claimed her nipple, his teeth rubbing the tender bud until it tightened into a hard nub. Rhys had fucked numerous women since Deena’s death, but none had aroused the passion that Broni did.

He skillfully built their desire upwards until her pleas for release had him sliding deep within her body. His fingers rubbed her clit until he felt the gasps at his shoulder where she had buried her face. He lazily stroked inside of her while feeling her nails bite into his back when her greedy pussy needed more than he was letting her have.

Rhys stared down into her striking face, seeing that she enjoyed the feel of him inside her. Her long legs were wrapped around his waist, trying to control the tempo of his thrusts and keeping her under control was undermined by his own rising desire. He gave in to his own demands, his strokes becoming faster, deepening until he felt her tightening pussy clench.

Her ecstatic expression sent a burst of lust straight to his cock. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he pumped deep within her, feeling as if there was no part of her that wasn’t his.

“See me. Rhys, please see me.” He barely heard the faint whisper.

Her hands slid back to his shoulders, soothing the muscles bunched with tension. She rose up to kiss his mouth, but Rhys turned his head to the side, denying her the intimacy. Not deterred, her mouth went to his neck, placing gentle kisses against his flesh.

Breathing hard, he collapsed back on the sheets. Broni went to lay her head onhis chest, but Rhys moved until he lay on his side with her at his back. It wasn’t actually spooning, as their bodies weren’t touching. She got his message, though.

Rhys’s hand clenched on the mattress, keeping himself from rolling over to take her in his arms.

Broni buried her face in the pillow, forcing the lump in her throat back down. She refused to cry. She had to accept the truth; she was just a fuck to him. That was all it would ever be between them.

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