A Deal for a Kiss Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Myth/Mythology, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 18893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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It’s as vivid as a photograph. All of the times he’s kissed me. In a field with the wind in my hair, on the stone steps of a cottage, while I’m crying, young and naive, and lying in bed when he brushes my hair—hair that has turned gray—from my face. They all flicker before me and tears brim.

Memories flash through my head. I can feel his hands on every inch of my body, feel the way he’s touched me—not just once, but hundreds or thousands of times.

The murmurs of him loving me. And I say it back.

Tears fall and he brushes them away.

It cannot be real, I tell myself. But everything feels as if it’s happened over and over again.

The memories come in short flashes of him taking me, filling me, stretching me around him, heightening my pleasure and pushing me higher and higher and higher until I tumble off the peak.

I remember the pleasure nearly blinding me as he filled me again, on another day, on another night, tangled in another set of sheets and blankets. I see the light on his face from the sun and the moon and from the morning to the evening. I see him lying next to me on the bed, limp and sated, the sweat on his body slowly cooling as a warm breeze blows over us.

“I’ll love you forever, Ivy,” he tells me.

And I murmur his name. I promise to love him. I see our first kisses and our lasts.

There are so many flashes. I feel like I could drown in them. I want to run my fingers through them. I want to stay in one for longer than a heartbeat.

And then, suddenly, there’s no more wine and all that exists is him behind me in this very room and the tears that have settled just on my upper lip. The cup is empty, and it weighs heavily in my hands.

He leans down in front of me and blows out the candles. The darkness is abrupt, but I don’t have the energy to gasp.

I’m shaken from what I’ve just seen and felt and known to have been.

“Come with me,” he commands as he stands in the quiet room.

I don’t think I can stand, but he helps me to my feet and guides me back across the room. My knees feel weak as I fall into the mattress, grateful for how soft it is as it cradles me.

He pulls the blankets over me and looks into my eyes.

“You will find your place here,” he says. “You will.”

“What is your name?”

I try to remember. I just did remember. I remembered so many things, but…

My eyes search his. I know I heard it. I know I did, but I…

“I can’t remember,” I tell him. Because none of those visions stayed. They felt so real, like they had to be remembered—those touches, those sounds, the feel of him—I had to be remembering the way he was with me, but they’re gone now, just like the candle flame.

He strokes my hair back from my face. I can still taste the wine.

“Did you remember? For a moment at least?”

“I saw so many memories but they’re all gone,” I say, knowing he’ll understand. “It’s like a blur.” I close my eyes and only a snippet comes back to me. My mind races and yet it’s exhausted all at once.

“They’ll come back.”

“Something inside me…” I say, my eyelids growing heavy. “Something inside me does remember.”

“You’ll remember,” he tells me. “We have all the time you need.”

“It scares me,” I tell him. What I’ve remembered is so much bigger than my life in Edinburgh and my life before. It’s so much bigger than all the history I studied. This is unreal. It's like nothing I could have ever prepared for.

“There is nothing here to fear,” he assures me, and I believe him.

I stare into his eyes before reaching my palm up to cup his stubbled jaw. I nearly say it, I know I’ve loved you before, but I don’t. And as if he knows already, he kisses me right there, in that spot again and I moan, “Carlisle,” as if I’ve said his name a thousand times before.

APHRODITE

Olympus

Istand before my altar, with its mirrors from the foot of the bath to the high ceiling. Its edges gilded and the edge of the water littered with rose quartz, vases of flowers, and candles whose flames reflect in the still water.

It’s quiet, apart from the crackling of the fire, as I slip off the silk robe and step into the hot bath, enveloped by steam.

The entire entrance to my sanctuary is carved from aquamarine. It reflects the glimmers of the water so beautifully and the stone wraps itself onto the ceiling. The stones glimmer with otherworldly blues and golds running through them, shining into the water and making it appear as if it goes on forever.


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