“About the only thing I can think of that will get you what you want is to stop holding back and give me three little words.”
Three words? Pretty please with sugar on top. No, that’s six. “Fuck me, please.”
“Not even close.”
Damn!
“You’re the greatest!”
“Getting colder.”
Blast it all.
She took a breath and regardless of being in the middle of her happy place, she sought it out in her mind as Jhett kissed her legs, sucked on her toes and continued to torment her. She let centuries-old memories fill her mind.
What she wouldn’t give for a pair of pants. Society standards dictated women were to wear layer upon layer of clothes. Horrible corsets laced up tight and preventing air from entering the lungs, the stays digging into her ribs. A chemise and drawers, along with all the scratchy frills, and stiff crinolines under two petticoats. Stockings held up with garters that cut into her skin.
Catrina sighed. The duties of a Hussy warrior huntress would be much less complicated if she were permitted to dress like a man. Holding yards of material clenched about her hips, she raced along the wooded path. It would not do to be seen in such a state, whether she were completing her task of saving a certain gentleman’s handsome behind in order for him to save the world or not.
She didn’t drop her skirts as she raced into the clearing. Catrina remained focused on Gabriel and the impending duel. Propriety forgotten, she flew into his arms, the words flowing from her without requiring conscious thought. She knew what she wanted to say, had to say.
“Gabriel, please. I love you!” She knew he wanted the rest, all the little pieces of herself she held back, such as the truth of being recruited into the Hussies. She didn’t feel ready to give that just yet.
His blue eyes brightened in a moment of unguarded vulnerability that Catrina felt deep in her soul. Incandescent light and love shone, illuminating the strength of their emotions.
Twyla was ripped from the scene and thrust across time and place into a memory of her current life. Lying on a bed in the Ukraine, masturbating, fighting to obtain release. Jhett stormed into the room, took over, brought her to orgasm. Afterward, he’d fucked her as she’d soared, again and again until his control had snapped. She’d caught the same flicker in his eyes and understanding dawned.
They belonged to each other, Jhett’s beautiful soul tied to hers by their love through every different lifetime they had lived. He was her past, her future—everything.
And now she knew what he needed to hear. The words she’d been reluctant to speak for fear of scaring him, driving him away. They were the very words that would bind them together for eternity. Three words with the ultimate power, when wielded with care and honesty.
Twyla had no doubt of her love for Jhett, which gave her the ability to give him what both their souls needed.
“Jhett…stop!” She grabbed at him, fingers tangling in silky dark strands of hair and pulling his gaze to hers. Sensing the change in her, he held still as a statue, waiting, not even breathing.
“Jhett…I love you!” She sighed and went on to tell him all about Danu and the Hussies, taking the final leap of faith—the one that would change everything.
Twyla never imagined she’d ever see such a strong man cry, but tears swelled at the corners of his eyes and a fat droplet rolled down his cheek. She felt the warmth of his love rolling over her, cradling her and holding her close to his heart as their souls brushed up against each other then joined, binding them together for all of eternity.
“Oh…honey,” he floundered for only a moment before rocking her world on its axis. “I love you so much!”
The torture ended as their bodies joined. This time there was no race to the finish. They cherished each other, basked in the glow of their love and christened the mountaintop haven, their future home in this last incarnation together.
The moment was poignant. Success would end the need of dying and repeating the cycle of rebirth and attempting to correct their mistakes. This lifetime would be their greatest and longest lasting, filled with endless love.
About the Author
Nicole Austin lives on the sheltered Gulf Coast of Florida, where inspiration can be readily found sitting under a big shade umbrella on the beach while sipping cold margaritas. A voracious reader, she never goes anywhere without a book. All those delicious romances combined with a vivid imagination naturally created steamy fantasies and characters in her mind.
Discovering Ellora’s Cave paved the path to freeing them as well as manifesting an intoxicating passion for Romantica®. The positive response of family and friends to her stories propelled Nicole into an incredible world where fantasy comes boldly to life. Now she stays busy working as a certified CT scan technologist, finishing her third college degree, reading, writing, and keeping up with family. Oh yeah, and did we mention all the hard work involved with research? Well, that's the fun job—certainly a labor of love.
Nicole welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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Also by Nicole Austin
The Boy Next Door
Ellora’s Cavemen: Dreams of the Oasis I anthology
Enough
Passionate Realities
Rakahnja’s Haven
Restless
Savannah’s Vision
Trip My Switch
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