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Sensuality had nothing on him. Elder was the dictionary definition of sensual from the way his muscles clenched in need, his nostrils flared in want, and his lust wound tightly in constraint.
His ownership wasn’t about kicking me to an acceptable level beneath him. His care was all about raising me to be his equal because there I was strong enough to give him what he ultimately wanted.
He shattered me but held me together in equal measures. My nemesis and saviour.
He had a soul. And it was a vibrant, throbbing thing visible, not just in his eyes, but in every nuance, kiss, and motion.
“I won’t have sex with you again because I could lose myself in you. I would become utterly, terribly addicted. Once I’d had you—fully had you where you wanted me as much as I wanted you—I’d never be able to stop. I’d fuck you every hour of every day. I’d forget to eat, sleep, breathe. All I would need is you. All I would want is you. And that sort of obsession is not healthy—for either of us.”
He was stunning when unhurt. But he was drool-worthy slightly beaten up.
“Speak because you have no fucking clue what that does to me. But take that away—after I’ve had the gift of your voice—and I won’t be accountable for what I’ll do.”
“I’ll tell you why you make me weak, Pim. You make me so fucking hard I can’t think straight. You crawl inside my mind when you have no right to do so. You intrigue me, confuse me, and make me contradict everything I know and believe. You corrupt me.”
“A soul is priceless and could never have a monetary sum attached. Net worth might make a difference in this life, but when we die, we’re all worth the same.”
“We’re worth the weight of what we leave behind. The people we’ve touched. The lives we’ve shared. The knowledge we’ve gathered and traded. Physically, we’re worth the dust our corpses turn into, but spiritually, we’re rich forever.”
Chinmoku was the Japanese word for silence
She might have just stolen a book, but to me…to me, she’d just stolen my heart.
Everyone had trials. Everyone endured pain. My past had been shitty. But Elder, he lived a reoccurring nightmare. And no one had the cure. Not me. Not him. Not even fate.
