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And when we finally find our way to the bed, naked and vulnerable, I realize that I want to make the most of the time that’s left–I’ll love her for as long as I’m allowed.
I kiss her more slowly and passionately, savoring our last moment together. There isn’t an inch of her I didn’t taste–from the base of her throat to the curve of her waist to the backs of her knees to her sexy little toenails. And when I finally put my mouth on the already damp petals of her pussy, she grabs my hair in her hands and arches her hips as the tremors of ecstasy shake her body. I felt each spasm as acutely as if something connected her to my very soul.
As our bodies move together, I’m rocked to my very soul at the intensity of the feelings that are sweeping through me–pain, acceptance, greed, joy... all confusing. I hold on to the last shreds of my self-control until I feel the tremors shake her body. Then I slide into her slowly… my eyes locked on hers. Her combined gasp of surprise and pleasure echoes beautifully in my head. I bury my face in her neck and start to move inside of her. It wasn’t long before we were both consumed by an overwhelming climax that shook us to the very core.
“Oh, Victoria... Victoria,” I chant her name over and over as the lightning bolts of fulfillment shoot through me. And as we clung together amid spiraling fireworks, I found the words welling up from inside–words that I’ve kept within me for too long. I hold her gaze and speak them to her soul.
“I love you, Victoria. I love you.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Iwatch a butterfly perch on a flower petal in the distance, happily flapping its gorgeous wings to the inaudible melody of the gentle morning breeze. It isn’t a spectacular sight, but it gives me an odd sense of comfort — a momentary distraction from the storm raging inside of me. The butterfly seems to tire of its dance–or maybe it’s the flower because it soon swoops into the air and disappears into the horizon.
That makes me think of Victoria–the very person whose thoughts I’ve avoided dwelling upon all morning.
She’d been gone by the time I woke up.
For a moment, when I woke up, I’d blindly reached for her by my side. Then my hands felt the emptiness, and it hit me square in the chest that she was gone, just as suddenly as she’d come into my life. I suppose I should be grateful for the little time we shared, but gratitude isn’t one of the overwhelming emotions I feel right now. Maybe one day, when the pain of losing her eases a little, I’d be able to thank the universe for bringing her my way. But now I just wallow in this misery for a while longer.
“Hey, my man,” Pocus greets, closing the front door gently behind him. “Quiet morning, don’t you think? Seems like everyone slept in.”
“Yeah,” I murmur in agreement. “I guess.”
Pocus lowers himself onto one of the rocking chairs on the porch and leans back against the backrest with a long sigh. “God, I love quiet days like this as much as I suspect them. It’s usually the calm before the storm.”
“Hmmm…,” I hum mindlessly.
If Pocus noticed my melancholic distraction, he didn’t give an indication. He puts his hands behind his head and fixes his gaze on the rising sun, slowly rocking himself on the chair he’s seated on. I sigh inwardly, taking comfort in the silence.
“By the way, when do you suppose Tory will be awake?” Pocus asks after what seems to have been a long time. “I need some of that magic tea of hers. Abby is in a mood,” he says, letting out an exaggerated sigh. “You know how that is. Anyway, have Tory check up on her whenever she has a chance.”
“She’s gone.”
“Gone where?” Pocus asks with a slight frown. “Where did she go so early…,” he trails off as comprehension dawns on his features. “Oh, man… fuck me. You don’t mean she left?”
I shrug a little. “She did. And don’t look at me like I lost my fucking cat or something,” I say a little too loudly. “I always knew she was going to leave when the time came. Besides, the timing couldn’t have been better. I’d been worried sick thinking about Edward holding her over me. I think it’s better this way.”
“Where’s she headed?” Pocus asks quietly.
“I don’t know… I… Oh, fuck!” I groan harshly as intense pain rips through my head. My vision goes out, and I shut my eyes because it suddenly feels like my irises are on fire. Pocus is by my side in an instant. I can feel his hands on my shoulders, and I can hear his voice, but I can barely make out his words.
Suddenly, I’m no longer on the porch in the clubhouse. I’m in a cold, empty room. There’s blood everywhere. I place my hands over my ears to block out the strange echoes bouncing off the walls, but the gesture proves useless. I’m breathing hard. I look around me, trying to figure out my environment. A soft click echoes through the room. The center of the room is flooded with light. Was the click a light switch? The space I’m in seems to expand backward until it’s no longer the bloody room with echoing walls but a large theater where I’m the only audience. A sad orchestra plays from the center room and soon fills up the large space, almost burying me in its melancholy. I start to wonder what on earth is going on when a gorgeous woman hanging from a rope is slowly lowered onto the stage. Clothed in a pretty white dress that stops at her ankles, she looks like an angel descending from the skies. Her curly red hair frames her porcelain face like wildfire, lending her an intriguing fierceness. Maybe it’s the effect of the bright stage lights, but she seems to have an otherworldly glow about her. Everything about her commands attention, from the crown of her wild red hair to the tip of her bloody red toenails.
The actress’s beauty has distracted me because it takes me a while to realize she’s suspended awkwardly in the air. The stage lights start to flicker dangerously, and the instruments’ tempo intensifies. She struggles, dangling helplessly about on the rope like a ragged doll. She starts to gesture wildly at me, mouthing indecipherable words.
Why does she look so familiar?
“Nicholas! Help!”
The voice pierced through my subconscious, and it suddenly felt like a sheath was peeled off my eye.
“Victoria…,” I gasp in shock.
I begin to head for her when I freeze in shock as the rope suddenly snaps. Her horrified scream rends the air as she tumbles headfirst to the ground.
“Victoria!”
I break into a run. But it is too late by the time I get to her… her white dress is drenched in blood, and her once warm, beautiful brown eyes gaze lifelessly into mine…Dead.
