I smile into the mirror, tenderly touching the hickeys that line my neck. I remember when I was a teenager, getting a hickey felt like an exciting milestone, and I feel that same excitement again, only times that by a thousand. It’s more exciting because it came from Jartre - my soulmate. An all-powerful God who has become this ubiquitous force in my life yet worships the very air I breathe. No one has ever made me feel this way. Never made me feel such excitement, such desire, and such pleasure. I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream, but so far the dream continues. Speaking of dreams, we barely slept. I’m noticing we don’t do much sleeping when we get together, yet I never feel tired. I mean, sure, there are times when the man’s ability to give me multiple orgasms renders me unconscious, but there’s this constant need for him that keeps me going most of the time. Standing here my knees still feel like jelly and every muscle aches in ways they’ve never ached before.
Standing tall and radiant before us is a three-story beach house nestled against a breathtaking tropical oasis. A few winding steps lead up to an incredible open-layout first floor, illuminated as the sun shines in from every window. From down on the sand I can see a lounge deck at the front and inside I can make out the living area and kitchen. The second and third floors have large wrap-around balconies covered in gorgeous flowers and vines that make it look like the beach house is one with the plant life. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. “Where did you find this?” I whisper in awe, barely able to believe something so beautiful could be real. “I didn’t. I created it,” he says proudly. I look up at him in shock. “You what?!” I shriek. “What do you mean you created it?” “I wanted a place that was just for us. Untouched by any other. So, when I left you this morning I found the perfect spot in the Indian Ocean and created our own little paradise,” he says with
He guides me out of the room and up another flight of stairs to the third floor, which is the bedroom. The entire third floor is the bedroom and ensuite! We step into a large bedroom of dark wood surrounded by windows overlooking the ocean. The bed and furniture are dark blues and greys, similar to his bedroom at his home, only this is much darker in contrast. At first glance, it feels like doom and gloom compared to the rest of the house but as I hear the waves crashing outside, I suddenly remember the sound of the rain the night we first made love. It was soothing and relaxing. I smile at the room as it dawns on me, that this room somehow perfectly embodies that night. I can picture the room's potential in my mind so clearly. A storm raging outside – probably conjured by one of Jartre’s moods – the skies turning grey, rain hitting the windows as the waves crash in the distance, all while I’m safely secure, curled up in his arms where nothing can hurt me. I don’t know how he did it,
While I sit on the sand, ocean waves sending a soft, warm breeze blowing through my hair, I stare into the crackling embers of the warm bonfire I’ve conjured, reflecting on how perfect today has been.It’s day two of enjoying this little slice of heaven I have created for Gabriella and me and there’s only one way to describe it: bliss. We talked, swam, and I showed her things my magic can do that I had never even thought to do before because I had no reason to before her. I watched her practice an upcoming dance routine, something I could have watched for eternity. She was worried I would be bored, felt neglected or that she was squandering our time together, but her worries were unfounded.When Gabriella dances or sings, she lights up a room. It’s like I can see her soul shining through, touching everyone and everything around her. The joy and peace she feels when she’s performing is something I’ve never experienced, and while I envy her for that, being able to feel those emotions th
I nod. “I did a lot of things. Gabriella…I…I killed the sanguidae in Oshmin’s care,” I say, closing my eyes tight in shame as images of terrified faces exploding in a shower of blood fill my vision, followed by the memory of me painting a message on the wall in their blood…I didn’t just kill them, I slaughtered them.“You what?” she whispers, though her voice is still perfectly clear to my ears.“I got so angry about everything. I wanted to hurt him. He was given everything, and he was taking it for granted…so I wanted to take everything away.” I look away, unable to see the nauseated feeling she has right now reflected in her beautiful eyes.“You murdered innocent people in cold blood…”“They were already dead,” I feebly defend myself.“Don’t even try that, Jartre,” she snaps, yanking her hand out of mine so quickly it leaves my palm stinging from the cold left behind. “You know damn well they were innocent, living, breathing people. You wouldn’t feel so shit if you didn’t know that
I’ve quickly realised that being Jartre’s soulmate means I have to process overwhelming doses of unimaginable information on the weekly. I feel like my head is going to pop off. Sometimes what I learn is amazing and has me feeling like a child looking at the world in wonder, and other times it makes me want to shake the shit out of him and ask him if they make supernatural therapists because he sure as fuck needs one.I was able to accept what Ezillus told me about Jartre’s – for lack of a better term – psychotic break but learning just five years ago he intentionally murdered innocent people and tortured another…THAT'S pushing my limits. It’s not like I can go to the police, and as horrified and disgusted as I am, I don’t feel like I have a right to my moral outrage. No magical person is out for his blood. The guy he wronged ended up coming to HIM apologising and wanting peace and the chick he tortured was grateful he at least exposed her lying animai. Is it just me or is the superna
***I look down at the bowl in front of me, my abdominals aching from the laugh I’m struggling to keep inside. I bravely lift my fork and jab it into the food, picking up a mushy clump on my fork while Jartre watches me with bated breath. I steel myself and eat the forkful of food. I close my eyes, tears pooling behind my lids as silent laughter wracks my body as the mushy, yet tough, burnt concoction sits in my mouth refusing to go down my throat.I bite down, something crunching unpleasantly between my teeth that causes me to lose all composure. I grab a napkin and spit out the mouthful of food, breaking into a fit of laughter as tears stream down my face.“Is it that bad?” Jartre asks, his face looking almost bereft.I reach out, grabbing his arm as I fight to control my laughter. I take a large sip of water, swallow down whatever is left in my mouth and wipe away my tears.“It is, without a doubt, the most bizarre and most atrocious stir fry I have ever eaten in my entire life. I
“Stand up,” he orders. With shaky legs I rise to my feet, my heart pounding in my ears and drowning out the sound of my playlist. “Bend down and touch your toes.” I swallow hard, slowly bending my body forward, touching my toes as he instructed.His hands knead my ass firmly, squeezing them until they disappear only to come down on my cheeks in a thundering smack that shoots through my body. I jolt, letting out a cry as the sharp sting spreads across my cheeks, but as he massages and caresses away the sting, I find myself becoming wetter. He does it again, and again, my breathing now laboured as I struggle to hold my position.He takes a firm hold of my ass cheeks and spreads them wide, leaving me completely exposed to his lustful eyes. A deep hedonistic moan leaves my body as I feel his tongue glide up my pussy, starting at my clit. His tongue briefly dips into my pussy, and he lets out a primal growl that makes my pussy vibrate, but he doesn’t stop. His tongue continues up to my ass