Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
I drop my dress so I can brace myself on the mirror. My body rocks with his hips, moving back and forth as he thrusts in and bottoms out and strokes again. My thighs tremble. Our reflection a sinful decadence that stares back at me every time I dare to open my eyes.
“I don’t,” I manage to reply. It’s hard to get words out when all my body wants to concentrate on is him.
“You were mine in a previous life.” My gaze meets his in the reflection and my heart hammers.
Still buried in me, he reaches for a box behind the mirror. Old, wooden, and carved.
At first I pull back, uncertain, but he kisses my neck. “It’s for you,” he murmurs. With one hand caressing my body, his lips leave kisses in a trail down my neck while his other hand opens the box.
Inside is a small iron dish, two tall spindle candles, one black and one white twined together and bathed in what looks like herbs of jasmine and what smells like clove. A few small crystals, rose quartz, and the box is filled with rose petals that have long dried.
“You were mine in a previous life,” he repeats, “and I want you to remember.”
His eyes stay on mine in the mirror. Nothing in his expression says that he’s lying. He believes it’s true.
He looks at himself, then a spark is in his eyes that should be familiar. I should know where I’ve seen it before, but when I try to search my memory, there’s nothing there.
“I don’t remember that,” I say. “I don’t remember anything.”
Why do I wish I remembered?
“Light it with me,” he murmurs, and with both of his hands he stands the candles on the plate, placing the items around them, and lights a match. With the flame, he ignites the black candle and then hands me the match.
With my back to his chest and his cock still inside of me, I take the match and without thinking, I do it. I light the white candle and barely get to blow the match out before he devours me.
“I’ll help you remember.” His voice breaks as he thrusts in deep, pulling a gasp out of me as well. He fucks me like a savage, rough and raw. I cry out and my hands fall forward onto the mirror. The flames lick and burn to the right of the mirror.
His arm comes between my breasts, bracing me to him as he fucks me. Pulling pleasure from deep within me. We’re locked together in the mirror, my breath beginning to fog the glass as we come together. Pleasure ignites from deep in my core.
He doesn't stop and I can barely take any more. From the corner of my eyes, I barely get a glimpse of the candles as they light on fire, burning to nothing more than a pool of wax that covers the rocks and petals on the plate. The deed is done so quickly it cannot be taken back.
He drops his lips onto my shoulder and with a low grunt, spills the last of his release, his arms locking tight around me.
He pulls out slowly, like he doesn’t want to, then lets my dress fall back to the floor. It only takes a few seconds for him to put himself back together, straightening his clothes and tucking himself away. All the while I’m breathless and ravaged, barely able to sit upright.
CARLISLE
Idon’t want to tell her my name. For so many years I’ve dreamed of her remembering. If the spell cast doesn’t work… I begin to fear and then take it back. Doubt is the killer of magic.
It’s late when I enter the room and I can barely breathe. All is dark outside the window and the sconces are dimmed to a level that won’t disturb anyone who is asleep.
Ivy’s asleep. I know it when I step through the door, and not just because of the lights.
I close the door behind me and cross the room with careful footsteps.
Alone in the bed, curled under the covers, she’s small and delicate. If she could see herself, I know she’d wish she didn’t look so vulnerable, pulling the blankets tight over her shoulders. She is though and she always has been.
I saw it in her eyes in the mirror—how much she wants to take from me, how much she wants to ask of me, how she searches my face for any hint of her memories and finds nothing.
It must feel like a betrayal, her body responding to mine so intensely. My desire for her is undeniable. She is my home and my heaven, and all I wish is for her to remember my name. Remember how much I love her and how much she loved me.
I felt her shake out small orgasms and high peaks all over me. I think they’d have gone on forever if I gave her more pleasure. Her body lifted toward mine every time I touched her skin. Ivy arched back for me, reaching, trying to get more contact.