Chapter 447: Elara
I love this.
I love her. I love the way she touches me, the way she holds me, the way she looks at me like I am the only person in the world. Her hands are warm on my skin, her lips are soft against my neck, her breath is hot and uneven.
But tonight, it is not enough.
I want more.
I do not know how to bring it up. How could I possibly say this and not offend her? How could I tell her that I remember something from a life I barely recall....a life where she was different, where we were different...and that I want that?
She kisses my collarbone. I arch into her, the wood scraping by back, as she presses her fingers deep inside me.
I have wanted to ask for months. Maybe longer. Every time we are together, the thought creeps in, curling at the edges of my mind. But I push it away.
That she is enough. That I do not need anything else.
But I do.
