Confessions of a Killer

20 Thunder storms

Charlotte:

Need. Electric. Pulsing.

A thunderstorm on the verge of producing deadly lightning. Wind whipping emotion around like fallen leaves as hunger rips through our bodies.

The beat of the storm a prediction of what's coming. Power disturbing the air molecules around us. Vibrating them into a frenzy of unchecked tension as his hands descend on me. Touching me everywhere. Electrifying my body with every caress, ever brush of a finger until I'm poised on the edge ready to spill over.

I don't notice the room he'd chosen. Only the soft blankets he'd set me on. Light filters through the window. Dark, cloudy. Wind whipped against the window as the storm brews outside and within us. Threatening to wreck all in its path.

Lightning strikes, a flash of color showing my mate standing above me. Staring. Dark, dangerous eyes regarding me. Scorching with intensity as his gaze takes over my naked form.

I've never been afraid of storms. As a little girl I'd count the space between each roar, eyes wide, hungry for it to come closer. I remember wanting to stay outside, thinking I could catch the lightning for myself. This is what I've been doing, climbing out reaching for the storm. Waiting for it to over take me.

Some storms don't disrupt your life, some come to clear the path ahead of you. I know with this man, I can hold the lightning, nothing can hold me back from reaching the sky.

The clothes I'd borrowed are in pieces. His laying in tatters next to them. I'd whimpered as he pulled the heat of his body away from me.

I need him. Now.

"Is this how it's going to be?" He asked. "Are you going to pull away from me every chance you get?"

I can't see his face. It's shrouded in darkness, the windows light not enough to allow me to see his expression.

I probe for his emotions and am hit by the wall again. Unease takes root inside me.

"I'm sorry." I sit up, quietly speaking my apology while I wrap my arms around my body. The tempest inside me abated, the one outside our window stirring up, causing more commotion.

He sighed, sitting next to me. The torrent of emotion I'd felt inside him gone as well. Only the storm outside remains, the walls erected between us.

I want to take a sledgehammer and take the fucker out.

"All I want is you."

My gaze snapped up, seeing him slightly hunched over with hands laced. Eyes focused on the floor with a grimace.

"You've got me." I state.

"Not all of you."

I pause. A roll of thunder outside breaking the silence. Rain spattered against the window. A soft deluge as I try to organize my thoughts.

"I'm... trying." I scoot closer to him. I know touch is a big thing for him. Possibly his love language and I'm willing to learn. Willing to go passed my boundaries. For him. Him alone.

The person I was before him isn't the same person I am now. I'm... whole. Before I was fractured, in such a way that allowed me to be with multiple men at a time. The fact that he still wants me after that... I don't know how he doesn't see how much I care. I need to be better at communicating these things.

My hands meet the warmth of his arm in a gentle gesture, belying the storm of emotion once again swirling inside me.

"You're it for me, you know that?" His amber eyes focused my face, sincerity pours out of his features.