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“I imagined you would be as hurt and broken as I had been. I wished so fervently to keep Noel away from you, for I knew what she was capable of. Any woman in the past I had grown close to, friends I had made even, she always killed them. I grew solitary and fearful, if I did not become close to anyone, she would have no one to torment me with.
“But when I met you, all those walls I had built to protect myself and others, all those rules I had made, you broke them. There was something with you I could not resist, a connection I could not explain at first.”
“Fated,” I smiled, propping myself up to look at him. His returning grin was weak and didn't touch his eyes.
“Precisely,”
“Thank you for sharing that with me. I feel I have a better picture of the whole ordeal now. I’m grateful to know it all,” I kissed William’s cheek, snuggling deeper into his body.
“I am sorry I did not tell you before, I have spent all this time reflecting on our situation and Noel and I am ready to be rid of her. With our kind, there is a natural instinct not to harm your Maker. You owe them this sort of spiritual connection; however, after all she did to you, to us, to our daughter, I no longer have that instinct impeding upon what must be done.” William explained, his fingers mindlessly tracing circles on my hip. “I’ve been hunting her since you left, and I narrowly got her ten years ago.”
I propped up again, climbing to straddle him. He smiled more genuinely, gripping my hips.
“Then let’s find her. We know she’s bound to be close by. Let’s do it, break your shackles, free you from her purgatory!” I exclaimed, determination building in my chest with each passing revelation.
“First, I think there’s something else I’d like to catch up on,” William rumbled. I could feel his length growing, pressing into my center. He sat up to wrap his arms around my bare waist, taking my bottom lip between his teeth.
Chapter Fifteen
When I awoke, the room was dark, light barely filtering through the thick blanket of clouds outside. Rain pattered against the glass of the window, wind howling through the drafts of the cottage and it was comforting. There was a damp chill in the air against my skin as I stretched in William’s bed, searching for his body.
I sat up, gazing around for him but finding only our rumpled sheets from the night before, the smell of sex in the air. I ran my hand through my tangled hair, evidence of our seemingly endless love making. Peace and contentment settled into my bones after much too long.
It was like breathing for the first time after drowning.
The kettle began screeching from the kitchen, settling as it splattered water into cups. William was making us tea.
Giddy, I pulled the sheets up and over my bare chest waiting for him to return.
When he rounded the corner through the door, he was naked, hair disheveled and mouth simpering. He held in his hand two mismatched teacups which steamed wildly.
“I don’t know if this is something you take when you aren’t thirsty,” he remarked, handing me the cup. “I have found a love for the high tea and coffee can offer.” William climbed into the sheets next to me, kissing my neck, down to my shoulder.
“Good morning,” I murmured, craning my neck to the side so as to offer it to him. I could still smell me on his mouth, my body electrifying with it.
“Mmmmm, good morning to you,” he sipped his tea, leaning back against the pillows.
“When shall we begin our hunt?” I asked him excitedly. “How the tables have turned for our dearest Noel!”
William chuckled, “I believe we owe Horris a visit first, he’s likely to be worried about you if you’ve promised to stay with him.”
“Even if he knows I’m with you?” I teased, drinking my own tea, citrusy with bergamot.
“Especiallyif he knows you’re with me,” William smirked, his hand–so warm from the teacup–captured my breast, a soft moan leaving my lips.
“I’ll need to return to London for some clothes,” I said sheepishly, allowing his hand to travel lower still, dipping between my thighs and dragging through the dampness.
“That you will, I’m sure Horris would like to have his ex’s dress back.” A single finger played at the entrance of me and I could not focus on what he was saying.
“His ex’s dress?” I managed to choke out between panting breaths.
“Mmmmm, yes. He likes to keep dresses of ladies he’s slept with, like a reward.” Another finger, his thumb tracing the bundle of nerves. I was writhing, attempting to keep my teacup from spilling and failing as it sloshed into my stomach.
“That is… strange,” I moaned, clamping down on his fingers as they slowly stroked in and out.
“Most. I don’t know how he does it, he’s like a hoarder.”
“I think I could be a hoarder. Can I hoard you here forever?”
