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CHAPTER 61: THE CONNECTION

"I can't hold back... Not anymore....
My eyes shot wide open, Grey tried to kiss me again but I held him back. I watched his face that was completely masked with lust and desire.
"Grey....
"I can't do it... he blinked his eyes shifting from red to green like flickering lights.
"What is happening?"he was getting me worried.
"Please don't hate me ok?"
"Why would I...
My words were cut off when he suddenly snapped his fingers shutting the door. Another snap turned off the lights leaving only the lamb lighting the room. Thanks to my power, I could see even in the dark.
He stepped back an inch away from me, his eyes blazing red and his claws in full length. He tore off his shirt exposing his tattooed fine body. He slowly lifted his gaze staring at me through the strands of hair hovering over his eyes.
"Grey, what are you...
"Shush!" He shushed "let me show you" he grinned brilliantly his fangs chisel sharp and as white as snow.
He stepped closer and knelt down before me pealing my snickers off.  He stood up reaching for the woollen jacket. He pulled it off as well leaning into me. My heart banged against my ribs my mouth running dry. I almost moved back but he pulled me closer towering above me like the Greek god he was.
"Can I kiss you?"
I frowned at him. What was happening here?
He grinned.
"Do I need to ask when I am already addicted to kissing you?" He kissed me lazily as if he had all the time in the world to do so. His hands roamed under my shirt caressing and pinching sensually.
"Grey...
"Don't die yet... We've got a long way to go " he mumbled kissing my neck and the back side of my ears. What was he doing to me, was he teasing me? I would surely kill him if he dared to leave me like this.
He stared at my face again releasing my hair from the ponytail.
"You look stunning with your hair let down. Just like a queen! But the pony tail makes me feel so proud of you. You look like a warrior " he grinned kissing my knuckles.
I tilted my head "Grey, are you trying to make me fall in love with you?"
"I wish I were, but you already are" he smirked tearing my shirt off.
"That was my favourite " I complained.
"Your prince is rich, don't worry "
He kissed me again, touching me like he do never get a chance to do so again. He was getting wild and the heat that was engulfing us was unbearable and couldn't be ignored. I was following him blindly sinking into the moment and descending down to the abyss where he only existed. I shut off all my conscience and just allowed myself to make a fool out of myself and pretend I couldn't see it
His fangs grazed on my skin, his touch electrifying shooting fireworks into my body and soul. His hands were like magic, his touch gentle, sensual, enchanting.
I took his hand walked with him step by step, I kept him within reach not a step further from me. He was right here beside me, where I wanted him to be. He kept me in place, he didn't want me out of sight either. It was not that there was light at the end of the tunnel. No, we lied to one another.... As long as you are here I am ok. And so we walked with the lie until he tire against the membrane bleeding my innocence off and dominating my entire being. I whimpered, the pain was real, I felt Intruded but the ecstasy that came after made me forget the pain and let him devour me entirely. His movements were magical, he sent me off to the highest peak and when I almost hit the edge, his fangs tore into my shoulder. I trembled pain and pleasure building within me at the same time. We finally hit the climax hard, together and a sudden warmth embraced me.
My spirit danced, I felt different, I felt all new like a different person but I was not sure if I liked it.
Was it a normal feeling to all girls when they finally loose their virginity or was it just me?
Grey had his head buried in my shoulder, he kissed the two punchers he do made and looked at me. His eyes had a mixture of emotions. Grief, tension, fear, relief and sadness.
"Are you OK?" He asked caressing my hair.
"I am, and you?"
"I wouldn't be better" he replied kissing my forehead.
"Go to sleep, the next day will be better or not or both" he sounded distant and lost. Was anything a miss?
"Are you...
"Be a little obedient little one, just go to sleep. I will be right beside you when you wake up"
"OK" I nodded humbly "sleep well too"
"I will"
I lay down, Nuzzled in his arms letting sleep descent upon me. The world was different, he was different, I was different. I allowed myself to be fragile and delicate in front of him. I allowed it and never chose to think of what would go wrong or what wouldn't be pleasant.
But it is how the world is, it is how things work, once you make a choice you live the choice. You live the best of the choice and the worst of the choice we make. It may be the choice that made sense at the moment or the Choice we think is the best fit for the situation. We allow and treat other things like the passing wind and see what we choose as what should be and if not so nothing else would be.
It lives in every being, like a parasite or a drug. Making choices day in, day out. We feel the sourness of them and the sweetness of them all together.
We create enemies unknowingly by our choices, we take sides unknowingly jut by making a choice and some may feel betrayed, because of a choice.
I woke up a certain time in the night, Grey was not in bed he was sleeping on the coach shirtless. I pulled the sheets around me the two punchers on my neck stinging like beetles. I hissed but kept myself silent. I walked over to his, he was always beautiful in his sleep like the sleeping beauty. I smiled sadly, recalling one of the visions I had seen.
...who are you?...now I feel like I don't know you anymore...who are you?
A repetition of the same sentence from him, twice. One already said, and the other yet to come.
It bothered me but I had done what I had always wanted to do. I was not his and he was never mine but I had carried his innocence with me. If I will have to die soon, and the feeling was deep seated within me. I will remember the man, the only man I had shared a night with was Grey. If I survive and his mate comes then I won't feel the entire loss.
I glanced at the drawing on the table, it was I with the two punchers my hair a mess and he was beside me. His mouth bloody, fangs extended and eyes closed. A black and white painting without colour. I passed my hand over it giving it colour. A faded dark colour, grey, black and a little golden. Just like how I felt. Empty, faded and precious. Did it make any sense?
I walked off to the bathrooms and immersed myself in the tub. I washed his scent off, I didn't deserve it ,he wasn't my man. I had coveted someone's man . Did I have a choice? Some things are too good to ignore...
... Where is the master?"
"He has gone out with the young prince" Jayden responded
"Alright" I answered
I turned around and met Grey holding the hand of a little boy.
"Hello miss Becky, this is my dad Adrian Grey"
I glanced at him and he had a guilty look. He was already gone...
I shook my head severally wiping the water from my face.
Did this stupid visions have to show me that he wasn't really mine? I already knew that too well.