Restored to Love by Anna Rockwell Read Free Book Online

voice inside of me, a deep and gentle voice urging me to suck harder, to take him inside of me, for he will be my saving grace. So I do. And the longer I feast on him the more I need him. The more I need to take him – to take both of us – to heaven. My hands are working in time with my mouth, bringing him closer and closer. His hands grip my head and an extraordinary white heat flows from his palms.
    â€˜God forgive me.’ He whispers the words as his eyelids fall shut. He throws his head back and a deep groan fills the night air as he fills my mouth with his seed. I swallow it greedily and as I do I feel my own orgasm build. And there on my knees, on a rooftop with a stranger, without a touch but for his hands upon my head, I experience the most exquisite orgasm I have ever known. It isn’t just in my cunt. It is everywhere. It is everywhere inside of me, filling my body and my soul. I scream in abandon as I wrap my arms around his waist and fall against his legs.
    â€˜Thank you,’ I whisper breathlessly.
    Strong arms pull me up and once again he studies my face in the same manner he had earlier that night – carefully, intently, as if memorising every contour and every freckle. It is almost imperceptible, but I see it – a pained sadness flashing in his emerald eyes. He touches his fingertips to my lips then steps back. A part of me wants to grab him, to pull him back to me, but I know that he must go, that the brief time he spent with me was a gift in and of itself. Just like everything else this night, I don’t understand it, but I know I cannot ask for more.
    â€˜Remember, Julia, I’m always watching.’ He winks, turns away, and disappears down the shadowy stairs.
    For a few moments I stand alone on the roof, gazing out over the expanse of the city, trying to make sense of all that had just occurred. I feel lighter than I have ever felt in my life. I feel as if all the pain and all the weight that I have struggled with for so long has been lifted. With a deep breath I place my hands over my heart. I touch warm metal, look down, and gasp to see Gabriel’s talisman hanging around my neck. I hold it up in the moonlight and explore its delicate beauty. My fingertips glide over what feels like writing. I flip it over and read the engraving aloud.
    No evil shall befall you, nor shall affliction come near your tent, for to His angels God has given command about you, that they guard you in all your ways.

    I never returned to that club. I knew he wouldn’t be there. And I knew I wouldn’t find myself there either.

Awakening
by Beverly Langland
    When I awake, the moon is descending in the pitch-black sky, signalling the darkest hour that comes before the dawn. The night is not eerily still as I expect. There is music (of sorts) coming from the old building next to the church and yes, the sound of laughter. What’s this? Gaiety on such a bleak night. The music draws me closer. Even in my misery, life beckons me each year on this night of witches. As the decades pass, my search for fulfilment, which once excited me so, grows less thrilling each time. Appeasing my longing has become more difficult as the centuries unfold. I have spent years without proper nourishment, grabbing a morsel whenever the opportunity arises. Stealing souls is wrong, I know, but then, I am already damned.
    As always, my craving for young company drags me from my place of rest. I come with an open mind. I am more tolerant of the young girls who remind me of what I have lost. There is less resentment now when I see them happy. I should let them be, yet I cannot break my ritual of corruption. Compelled to wander, I follow the music and once more enter the land of the living.
    As soon as I spot the girl, I know my resurrection has not been in vain. I am hungry, so completely hungry for love – and much more besides. She is a remarkable sight, and my pussy begins to juice as I imagine touching