The Torn, Book One of the Holding Kate Series by LaDonna Cole Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: LaDonna Cole
words?” I breathed in the warmth radiating from his body and something stirred deep inside of me.
Corey cocked his head to listen, while tracing my face with his finger. “He loves us too.”
“Yeah, such a great love.” I sighed in complete harmony with Corey and the voice. We were eternal.
“So much love,” his voice was a mere whisper. He turned my chin up to his face and gazed into my eyes with tenderness and passion born of an eternal bond. “Can I kiss you, Kate?”
“Mmmmhmmm.” It seemed a natural progression and expression of the love coursing around us, through us, the love that was power, the love that was creation.
I lifted my eyes to see his beautifully contented expression, full of love and purity. His eyes twinkled with peace and a dreamy quality. Then his sweet lips were on mine, tender and gentle, softly exploring the taste of me. Corey was sweet and light, pleasant and peaceful. Strength flowed from him into me, surrounding us and holding us in this precious moment. Our lips touched and parted and nibbled and savored, each kiss demanding another, insatiable sweetness.
We existed to be wrapped in each other’s bliss, arms and legs intertwined as well as heart and soul. Kisses went on and on, each as sweet and pure as the first. Our kisses were given to one another as precious gifts. Corey learned exactly what pleased me most and naturally gave openly and unreservedly. I realized that he like it best when my tongue grazed his lip. He responded passionately with a moan of pleasure and his intensity quickened.
It made me happy to ignite his desire. His joy was mine. His passion became mine. He realized that I loved it when he slid his hand over my skin as he nibbled my bottom lip. I would literally melt into him. My pleasure sparked his and we burned brighter with each kiss. Hundreds, maybe thousands of years passed as we shared tender and passionate kisses. Purity and passion perfectly balanced as we touched and explored each other’s lips. This is what I was made to do. This is what I had always done, loved Corey and had taken great delight in pleasing him. My soul was completely open to this powerful and good boy. I was his and he was mine. It had always been. Our kisses climaxed in intensity an eternity ago and we floated on this eternal crest of hunger, never tiring of our soul mate’s taste and warmth.
At some point I realized something was jabbing in my back and finally it became uncomfortable enough that I opened my eyes and glanced around while continuing the kisses.
I turned my head and Corey traced a line of kisses down my neck. “Corey?”
“Mmmhmmm.” He continued to bless me with sweet kisses.
“I don’t think…”
He silenced me with another set of delicious kisses. I surrendered to their unspeakable sweetness, closed my eyes and opened my heart fully to Corey’s blessings, returning them with strength and love.
“Ahem.”
We splintered apart and looked around. The fluffy pink clouds were gone. A past that no longer existed to us reasserted itself. We were on the floor of the cave surrounded by vaguely familiar faces.
Who were these people? How did they get here? We had never needed anyone else in our haven of bliss.
Corey’s breath was on my neck as though he couldn’t resist the nearness of me. I turned back to him and gasped at the intensity on his face. I kissed him with passion born of a thousand years.
Someone trilled a nervous laugh.
Once again, Corey and I turned to them and the strange cave that we seemed to be in. The dreamy quality of our existence slowly began to fade and the harsh reality of this group of strangers in this cold, damp cave asserted itself.
I stared at the blond who stood by the torchlight with her brows arched toward the ceiling and her features seemed vaguely familiar. The name Mel floated into my mind. Did I know her?
She was surrounded by the others.
I know them too, I thought.
Oh! I remembered them with a jolt! Our team
Corey cocked his head to listen, while tracing my face with his finger. “He loves us too.”
“Yeah, such a great love.” I sighed in complete harmony with Corey and the voice. We were eternal.
“So much love,” his voice was a mere whisper. He turned my chin up to his face and gazed into my eyes with tenderness and passion born of an eternal bond. “Can I kiss you, Kate?”
“Mmmmhmmm.” It seemed a natural progression and expression of the love coursing around us, through us, the love that was power, the love that was creation.
I lifted my eyes to see his beautifully contented expression, full of love and purity. His eyes twinkled with peace and a dreamy quality. Then his sweet lips were on mine, tender and gentle, softly exploring the taste of me. Corey was sweet and light, pleasant and peaceful. Strength flowed from him into me, surrounding us and holding us in this precious moment. Our lips touched and parted and nibbled and savored, each kiss demanding another, insatiable sweetness.
We existed to be wrapped in each other’s bliss, arms and legs intertwined as well as heart and soul. Kisses went on and on, each as sweet and pure as the first. Our kisses were given to one another as precious gifts. Corey learned exactly what pleased me most and naturally gave openly and unreservedly. I realized that he like it best when my tongue grazed his lip. He responded passionately with a moan of pleasure and his intensity quickened.
It made me happy to ignite his desire. His joy was mine. His passion became mine. He realized that I loved it when he slid his hand over my skin as he nibbled my bottom lip. I would literally melt into him. My pleasure sparked his and we burned brighter with each kiss. Hundreds, maybe thousands of years passed as we shared tender and passionate kisses. Purity and passion perfectly balanced as we touched and explored each other’s lips. This is what I was made to do. This is what I had always done, loved Corey and had taken great delight in pleasing him. My soul was completely open to this powerful and good boy. I was his and he was mine. It had always been. Our kisses climaxed in intensity an eternity ago and we floated on this eternal crest of hunger, never tiring of our soul mate’s taste and warmth.
At some point I realized something was jabbing in my back and finally it became uncomfortable enough that I opened my eyes and glanced around while continuing the kisses.
I turned my head and Corey traced a line of kisses down my neck. “Corey?”
“Mmmhmmm.” He continued to bless me with sweet kisses.
“I don’t think…”
He silenced me with another set of delicious kisses. I surrendered to their unspeakable sweetness, closed my eyes and opened my heart fully to Corey’s blessings, returning them with strength and love.
“Ahem.”
We splintered apart and looked around. The fluffy pink clouds were gone. A past that no longer existed to us reasserted itself. We were on the floor of the cave surrounded by vaguely familiar faces.
Who were these people? How did they get here? We had never needed anyone else in our haven of bliss.
Corey’s breath was on my neck as though he couldn’t resist the nearness of me. I turned back to him and gasped at the intensity on his face. I kissed him with passion born of a thousand years.
Someone trilled a nervous laugh.
Once again, Corey and I turned to them and the strange cave that we seemed to be in. The dreamy quality of our existence slowly began to fade and the harsh reality of this group of strangers in this cold, damp cave asserted itself.
I stared at the blond who stood by the torchlight with her brows arched toward the ceiling and her features seemed vaguely familiar. The name Mel floated into my mind. Did I know her?
She was surrounded by the others.
I know them too, I thought.
Oh! I remembered them with a jolt! Our team
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