Deeper Healing

01| Remember This Feeling

Leilani Edwards

My lips curled into a smug smile as I gripped the handlebars of my motorcycle tighter. I was travelling at maximum speed and the effect it had on my senses was thrilling.

Riding my motorcycle always gave me a tangible essence of freedom, an addictive, hedonistic experience where every nerve fibre in my body was assaulted and brought to life with a satisfying rush of adrenaline flooding my veins.

This was all I ever desired my entire life, what I fought for and worked myself to the bone for. This blissful feeling of freedom, a sense of control over my own life and choices, the liberty to decide for myself what was right and what was wrong without dwelling too much on other people's opinions.

In a way, this was a passion of mine to rebel against all the expectations society had of me, to pretend for a few moments I had my own life in control and to silence the noise in my head. I lived for moments like these, where I channelled all my anger, frustrations, bitterness and stress into something more productive and refreshing.

By the time I reached my destination, I was feeling everything I was hoping to feel, a lingering euphoric feeling of being happy and stress-free. I climbed off my motorcycle and took off my helmet, freeing my red hair which I brushed back using my fingers. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground and the slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. It was beautiful.

A cool breeze stirred my hair at that moment, as the refreshing forest air blew around my head, feeling like a breath from another world. I closed my eyes and deeply inhaled as much of the fresh air as I could before exhaling sharply. At this moment I wasn't just alive by the sense of breathing. I felt alive and full of life.

A soft whimper involuntarily escaped my lips when a muscular body collided with mine roughly from behind. A familiar manly hand found its way between my legs and the other gripped my left breast firmly.

I could feel his hot breath fanning my neck as his nose teasingly grazed the sensitive flesh of the nape of my neck, the tip of his tongue sending volts of electricity to my spine as he slowly licked my skin.

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, he started slowly massaging me between my legs through my leather pants and his other hand unzipped my leather jacket, giving him better access to knead my breast through my red lace bralette. Desire hummed through my body, making me feel more alive than I had in what felt like ages.

"Lani," he breathed, assaulting my neck with deep bruising kisses.

He had already been waiting for me.

Bryce Pierson. My fucking soul mate.

Six months of loving and fucking this man and every single time felt like the first. He was officially the first man to captivate me and win my heart in such a short amount of time without making any effort. It just felt right, effortless and meant to be.

Bryce spun me around in a fluid motion and he put his hands on my ass, crashing my body into his. My lips widened into a smile as I looped my arms around his neck and my eyes met his piercing grey eyes which stared back at me as if boring deep into my soul. They held so much mystery, danger and a dominant aura. This was what attracted me in the first place and here I was enjoying every bit of it.

Bryce's dark brown hair was styled into a man bun undercut fade with a few stray strands on his forehead. He had to be one of the sexiest men I had ever met in my life and the way his smirk made me weak in the knees had to be illegal.

"I told you to bring your car," he murmured, pressing his forehead into mine.

I teasingly bit on my lower lip, "I like my motorcycle better."