Haunting-Adeline

My fingers trail across her freckled cheekbone, down her jaw, and to her
neck. Her breath catches, and her pulse thunders. I can’t help but smile,
pleased by the reac on I draw out of her every fucking me I touch her.
I trail my fingers down to her parted robe, those bite marks on her ts
now on full display. A low hum gathers in my chest, building to a growl
when I pull apart her robe further un l it falls completely to the sides,
baring her creamy flesh and those rosebud nipples.
They ghten in the cool wind, and my mouth waters with the need to
bite down on them.
“My li le unsuspec ng mouse, living each life without any knowledge of
what’s to come. Not knowing that I’m yearning for you, watching in the
distance un l I make myself known.” I drag my lips across her collarbone,
trailing up the column of her throat towards her ear. “For centuries. Both
of us wearing different faces, inhabi ng different bodies. But the same
souls, colliding over and over, un l this planet decides to crumble and our
souls have nowhere else to go.” I hum in amusement, enjoying the
quickening of her breath.
“Can you imagine it?” I ask so ly.
I pluck a nipple between my fingers, another low groan vibra ng my
chest. She shivers beneath my touch, her li le pants desperate and
breathy.
“Can you imagine what it would feel like to have my love for that long?”
She swallows, her eyes pinned on the water beyond the cliff as a shaky
breath loosens past her lips. “Do you know what it sounds like to drown?
That’s what it would feel like,” she says, her voice husky and uneven.
“Tell me, baby. What does drowning sound like?”
“Like the first breath of air a er being trapped underwater. It's a sound
of both pain and relief. Of despera on and desire. When you’ve gone so
long without oxygen, that first breath is the only thing that makes sense,
and your body takes it in without permission.”
“Isn’t it the most exquisitely painful thing you’ve ever felt?” I jerk her
head closer, wringing another gasp that ski ers across my lips. “You’re
mine, Adeline,” I growl. “I don’t care if we're reincarnated or not. Here and
now, this is fucking real. And in this life me, you are mine.”
I let her go, and she doesn’t waste me scrambling up and plastering
herself against the house, her hands gripping the siding as if I had shaken