Page 41 of The Gathering
“Talk to me angel,” he pled, needing to rip the head off whatever monster lie was suddenly in her head.
“I made you loooooove meeeeee!” She slowly collapsed to the bed, her loud sobs muffled in the pillow.
She shot up with another look of horror, worse than before. “I killed you!”
Oh fuck, fuck. Bishop tried to pull her to him and she fought.
“You ran after me!” she screamed, struggling to climb out the bed. “He told me, Spook told me they took me and you ran after me and they killllllled youuuuu!”
Bishop pulled her off the bed, cradling her tightly in his arms.
“Let me go!”
The scream ripped into his mind and muscles and he fucking dropped her, barely catching her before she hit the floor.
He grabbed the crown of her head and sent a neuroinhibitory pulse through her, snatching her from this fucking panic. He sent a second pulse behind it, layering it with quantum parameters that would prevent her from accessing her gift accidentally. Or while emotionally unstable. Or fucking pregnant.
God help me. Help me fucking help her!
He scooped her limp body up, his breaths ragged as he carried her to the bed. He held her close to him, staring at his beautiful angel now safe from the ugly fears and lies in her pretty head.
He laid her gently down, remembering she preferred being on her side. He slid his fingers along her forehead, movinga single ebony lock over her shoulder. He drew her hand to his mouth and kissed the palm, his eyes drifting shut as he captured her exact essence of her with his lips.
He placed her hand on her womb and pulled the covers up, tucking them around her.
The notepad caught his gaze. He dragged it to him, still not wanting to know.
He took it to the desk and sat.
The first words hit him in the chest.Outrageously emotional.
His sweet angel.
Lately, my hunger and nausea seem to have emotions. Or my emotions have hungers and nausea? So weird. When I get angry, I get very hungry and nauseated at the same time. Like my mind and body are fighting. When I get sad, I get nauseated and hungry but in the opposite order. I can’t eat and I can’t not eat. I decided I needed to eat, but then I threw up. Thankfully this only happened once. Maybe it’s a pregnancy glitch. Probably not a thing. But nothing happening is really a thing. Except our son.
Bishop stared at those amazing words till tears blurred them.
He blinked, clearing his vision.Since I’ve been back home, my sense of smell has changed.
Back home. He stared at those two words, realizing how real they were. How real she was. He still couldn’t believe she’d chosen him. His life, his land, all of it.Thank you God.
I know this will sound like something out of a dirty book but I’m pretty sure I can smell your arousal. And it smells like warm, spicy, sweet oil and… other things I have no word for.
His eternal lust for her immediately boiled.
The term ‘turned on’ is so-so accurate.
He smiled at theso-so.She was becoming Cajun.
My body literally ‘turns on’. I remember reading about a mother’s milk letting down in nursing when the baby cries. Her milk ‘lets down’ or enters her breasts and even leaks out! How cool is that! Unless you’re in public and your clothes start blooming with wet circles on your tits!
Fuck, even that aroused him. Wonder what her milk would taste like? He’d surely find out. Maybe sweet. Like her. Could be dessert. After he ate her pussy.
This arousal thing reminds me of that. I smell you and my eyes water, my mouth waters, my pores sweat and my… you know what does you know what!
“Fucking angel,” he whispered, his entire being aching for her.
I know sore nipples is normal but with you, they hurt when you walk in the room or when your eyes meet mine.
