The Glass Secret (Chain of Secrets) by Leilani Bennett Read Free Book Online Page A

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    There was something about him in the few seconds when I heard him speak that drew me in. In his case, I was sure drawing attention from the opposite sex was not difficult. He was magnificently that stunning.
    “What? Who are you,” I replied nervously. “Do I know you?” When his dark gaze locked with mine, the air whooshed from my lungs.
    “This morning I was here...we—” was the last thing I heard him say. He had undoubtedly mistaken me for someone else. Of course, that was just my luck.
    I was not sure exactly what happened next. If I blinked long, and subsequently he vanished. Or when a painful twinge traveled up my spine, along my neck and into my brain so intensely, causing me to pass out, and perhaps, that is what sent him on his way.
    I supposed it didn’t matter what came first...as in the chicken or the egg. Regardless, I had blacked out, which should have been my main concern.
     
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    To my chagrin, moments later, the handsome intruder stood feet from my bedside. Immediately, I perked up to his presence and intense scrutiny. He patiently stared down at me. How long had he been watching me?
    Because his tall frame went on forever, I had to lift my head to see his full image. God, he was breathtaking. I swallowed back the lump that caught in my throat.
    His outstanding gray eyes clouded with a look of scorching desire. Before I could speak, his strong masculine body loomed over mine. He wanted to devour me; there was no denying that. Urgency stirred in his eyes, something I could not place my finger on—a look of life and death lingered in his eyes, radiating a thin-line of uncertainty. He leaned into to me. His face was inches from my eyes.
    “Wait, don’t...who are you?” Guarding the space between us, I braced my palm against his chest.
    “Kiss me, then you will know the truth.” His deep voice, low and raw, saturated my ability to think straight.
    “Tell me,” I hesitantly commanded, holding my breath.
    “I want to...more, than you know. If I tell you who I am, I fear it will change everything between us. I can’t take that risk. You must remember on your own.” He touched all corners of me with his eyes. I felt motionless, unable to move. He leaned into me, again, breaking my hold. My mind raced. It all happened so fast, I could hardly find the words to slow him down.
    Without warning his lips pressed onto mine. Beneath the pressure of his firm delicious mouth, I tried to speak. He hushed me...kissing me into silence. There was no stopping his liaison. He was in control. He did not violate me; as a matter of fact, he was tender, so passionate and seemingly familiar.
    “Brielle, sweet darling,” he breathily whispered. He knew my name. My heart leaped in my chest...I wanted to remember him.
    My thoughts struggled to evoke a memory of him. “What? What risk? Please tell me,” I murmured as he continued to swallow my protest.
    His mouth. His lips. His touch. All of him whet my appetite. I relented to his fervency. The feathering of his fingertips caressed over my body, stealing my breath and any thoughts of resisting fled.
    There was no hesitation, claiming what he wanted, needed, and hungered for. A need rose in me, too, one I could not harness, and that I could not resist. He slowly removed my thin gown, worshipping my nakedness with his ardent eyes.
    “The doctor, he is returning.” My breaths quickened, turning to panic, despite the ebb and flow of my desire.
    “No one can enter into the fission of our two worlds.”
    “But—”
    He put two fingers against my lips. “Shhh, be still. Let me into your heart.”
    I was exposed to him in everyway. So, bare and so open...a heat crept over my face, dipping my head, feeling shy and overwhelmed. I reacted by pulling the blanket up over myself.
    “I want to,” I whimpered.
    “My God, you are even more beautiful than before.” He whispered. His eyes landed on the corner of my right eye. “Does it hurt?” he asked.
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