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Arlet met my gaze, her eyes searching mine for reassurance. “And what about you? What do you believe?”
“I believe in your cause,” I said without hesitation. “And I believe in you—Arlet Rune, not Charlotte Bruno.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Then we’ll wait and see what this article stirs up—if anything at all.”
We settled into silence, punctuated only by the rustling leaves outside and Arlet’s occasional shuffling of papers. She eventually set aside the file, turning her full attention back to me.
“I won’t let them drag me back into that world,” she stated firmly.
“And I won’t let them get close enough to try,” I promised.
I stepped back into the cabin, the warmth of the room enveloping me. Arlet stood before me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and apprehension. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her shirt.
Without a word, I closed the distance between us, my arms encircling her waist. She melted into my embrace, her body soft and pliant against mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues dancing together in a sensual rhythm.
I ran my hands up her back, feeling the contours of her body beneath my fingertips. She shivered at my touch, her breath catching in her throat. I trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone.
Arlet moaned softly, her hands grasping my shoulders for support. I continued my exploration, my lips and hands roaming over her body, discovering every inch of her skin. She arched her back, pressing herself against me, her desire clear in her movements.
I led her to the bed, our lips never parting as we tumbled onto the soft mattress. Our bodies intertwined, skin against skin, hearts beating in unison. Arlet’s hands roamed over my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.
As I explored Arlet’s body, my touch became more intimate. I caressed her breasts, feeling the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. Her nipples hardened against my palm, and a low moan escaped her lips.
I leaned down and took one of her breasts into my mouth, suckling gently. She arched her back and ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer. I teased her other breast with my tongue, swirling the tip around the sensitive nub.
Arlet’s breathing quickened, and her body trembled beneath me. Her desire built, matching my own. My lips trailed along her stomach, her hips, until I reached the apex of her thighs.
I parted her legs, exposing her to my eager gaze. She glistened in the soft light of the room. I leaned forward and kissed her there, my tongue swirling around her clit.
Arlet cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. I continued to stimulate her, my tongue and fingers working in unison to bring her to the brink of ecstasy.
When she was on the verge of coming, I slid two fingers inside her. She gasped and tightened her muscles around me, her body bucking in response. I thrust my fingers in and out, increasing the pressure until she exploded in a shattering orgasm.
Arlet collapsed against the bed, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, my heart filled with love and satisfaction.
After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked at me, her gaze soft and loving.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was incredible.”
I smiled and caressed her cheek. “You’re welcome, Arlet. It was my pleasure.”
We lay together for a while, savoring the afterglow of our lovemaking. I traced my fingers along her smooth, satiny skin, memorizing the feel of her body beneath my touch.
Eventually, Arlet stirred and sat up, pulling me up with her. We fell asleep entangled, our bodies eagerly groping for each other all night long. By the time the first burst of light hit the eastern sky, we rolled to each other, experiencing it all over again.
CHAPTER 18
Arlet
The drive to Portland was silent, filled with the tension that wraps around your chest and squeezes. Hayze’s gaze remained fixed on the road, but his concern radiated like heat from a fire. I fidgeted with the edge of my sleeve, my mind racing through a million scenarios, each worse than the last.
The library loomed ahead, a fortress of knowledge that held the answers we sought—or perhaps the confirmation of my fears. As we entered, the scent of old books and the hush of sacred silence enveloped us, offering an odd comfort amidst the chaos brewing within me.
“I’ll start with the local newspapers from around the time they would have buried me,” I whispered to Hayze as we split up.
He nodded, his expression solemn. “I’ll check online archives and databases. Anything out of place, we’ll find it.”
The microfilm machines hummed softly as I threaded the film through. The images blurred past, a dizzying array of headlines and stories until I reached the date that marked my supposeddemise. My hands shook as I slowed the frames, reading through each obituary until I found it—my own.
