Page 79 of Bound
With the bandages gone, every scratch from this morning is healed save for thin, pink lines. By morn, those too will have faded.
Taking Gage’s fire meant I had to send the energy somewhere. Most I pressed into the ground outside the manor. But the other remains inside me, fueling my system in ways I never thought possible. It is why I’m so hot.
So restless.
I step down into the tepid pool, letting the small ripples the motion causes lap at my ankles. Lifting my hair from my neck, I let the ozone tinged breeze flow along my back, my skin. Each caress seems heightened.
There is so much hunger inside me. So much need. It centers between my thighs, pulsing with every beat of my heart. The ache will drive me mad, I know it.
Sighing, I sink down another step and bend at the waist to scoop the water into my hands. Splashing my legs and arms, I pray for relief.
Relief from the ache. From the desire.
From the horror on Gage’s expression.
After twenty years, I found him again. He is flesh and blood. Alive.
I did not lie to Nisha.
I love him.
And even after today, I know that will never change.
