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Authors: Kristy Nicolle
The Kiss That Saved Me (The Tidal Kiss Trilogy Book 2)
28 | The man with the frozen heart
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The Tidal Kiss Trilogy – Book 2
TRILOGY ONE IN
THE QUEENS OF FANTASY SAGA
First published by Kristy Nicolle, United Kingdom, June 2016
QUEENS OF FANTASY EDITION (1
st
EDITION)
Published June 2016 by: Sapphire Press
Copyright © 2016 Kristy Nicolle
Edited by:
Jaimie Cordall and Kristine Schwartz
Cover by Red Umbrella Graphic Designs
Adult Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
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ISBN:
978-1-911395-02-7
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For Ali and Juanita
Most people talk about the harshest Winters they can remember.
I want to talk about the kindest.
ORION
I watch her sleeping beside me. I want to wake her, shatter her dreams and give her a waking experience better than anything running through her beautiful mind. My heart breaks at the fragility of it all as I remind myself that I must be patient and let her find consciousness on her own. My father taught me to be patient. Or at least he tried. My father taught me to be a gentleman. Or I thought he had. The problem is, you see, he didn’t teach me how to love. Where are the boundaries? How do you possess someone without imprisoning them? How do you hold a heart in the palm of your hand without crushing it? If only he had taught me these things. She did not want patience, for she was the speed of light. Nor a gentleman for she was coarser than volcanic sand. What she wanted was to be free. Free to die. To martyr herself in the name of love. I do not, cannot understand this, for my father did not teach me, and can no longer teach me, for he is entropy. A sweeping fine entropy. Waiting patiently for me to slip through the waist of the hourglass in the Ocean of time. Waiting until we meet again.
CALLIE
I collapse back onto the dusky, rose coloured silk sheets of the finely crafted, mahogany, four poster bed. My chest rises and falls, rises and falls, rises and falls as the silk drapes over my goose-pimpled flesh like water, cooling the ravenous blood that courses around my circuitry. My hair is spread out around me and it tickles my ears in that all too familiar way as a bead of sweat runs from the dip in my collar bone, between my breasts and settles on my stomach before dissipating in the heated air of the ornate room. My mind is in a rosy haze, foggy and delighted by passionate sex that could have lasted hours for all I know. My legs are like jelly and my arms are splayed out, feeling beneath the sheets like a skin seeking missile.
“Orion?” I call into the darkness, and I hear a stir from the bathroom, the door is open a crack and the tiniest beam of stark white light is falling onto my face as I prop myself up, allowing the silken sheets to slip, leaving my chest bared to the night air.
“I’m coming hold on.” I hear him reply, so serious after all the fun we’ve just had. I want to frown but my forehead can’t find the will to crease. He emerges from the bathroom, silhouetted against the light in all his glory, a Greek demi-god in every sense of the word. His ripped abdominals, moving fluidly into the seductive triangle that frames his groin, ripples as he turns off the light and moves to relight the candles that have long since burned dim. His eyes are set on me like a hawk, watching terrified, but I choose to ignore this and focus on his ass which is now turned toward me.
“You okay?” he asks, catching the longing look in my eyes.
“Of course.” I reply automatically in answer to his new favourite question. He sits down on the bed and pulls the sheets over his legs, coming to lay beside me in my dusky tinted field of vision. He draws the net curtains of the bed, so only dim candlelight penetrates the space. I curl into his chest, kissing the smooth surface and nuzzling the lines of definition over his heart.
“Mmmm” I murmur, breathing him in.
“Shhhh.” He demands, knotting his hands in my hair and pulling my head back so my eyes meet his dominating stare. My eyes water.
“Kiss me.” He commands. It is not a question, it is not a plea, but rather something that has sprung from terror. I watch the new fear dance lightly behind his irises, it is something born from the very moment I decided to die. I obey him and his tongue possesses me slowly, assaulting my senses and I let him take me. This is not like the first time we made love, it is different, animal and desperate, a need to possess above all else. Something that he craves to repeat over and over. Perhaps then this is madness. His hand glides down to the apex of my thighs and I let them fall apart, surrendering to his control, letting him love me, if that’s what this really is. I could ponder that question forever, but instead I choose to stay lost, lost in a rose-tinted haze, from which, I really could not give a damn.
The warm ocean waters beckon in the dim light of the morning, their call pulling at me from within my blood.
“Come on Callie!” Orion calls to me from the edge of the shore. I have no idea where we are, a beach somewhere in California but the exact location I’m not quite sure of.
Jeez he’s so impatient
, I think to myself as I jog quickly across the sand to catch up to him.
“Ready?” He asks me, taking firm grip of my hand in his smooth palm.
“As ever.” I say the two words breathlessly as my calves’ burn from lack of use. He places an arm around the back of me, ushering me into the waves. I pull the floor length cotton night dress over my head and stand nude in the lavender hues of dawn. Orion pulls off his jeans and wades in after me, I stop to stare at his ripped silhouette, anxious that we still have two more nights together before the full moon leaves us.
“You are so beautiful Callie Pierce.” He compliments me, I’ve heard him say these words a million times, but recently they’ve become pained. Desperate like everything else between us.
