Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 144277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 721(@200wpm)___ 577(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 721(@200wpm)___ 577(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
It’s pacifying. Somewhat insulting because he’s assuming that I can be placated by yielding. And while I would like to clarify this for him, just for future reference that I am not that easy, his next move is a kiss and… well… I am that easy.
Because I like it.
I like him.
I trust him too. Even if he is keeping something hidden, I don’t think Tyse Saarinen has it in him to hurt me. Whatever he’s hiding, there’s a good reason for it.
So I give in and kiss him back.
15 - TYSE
The moment she starts kissing me back I relax. Her questions were warranted, but so was my reaction. It has been a long day and I don’t wanna think about what happened. It’s been all up in my face for fuckin’ hours now and I need to forget.
So instead of pullin’ back after the kiss starts to come to a natural conclusion, I slip a hand down to the button on her pants and pop it open. I’m watchin’ her face when I do this. Her eyes are closed and she smiles, looking forward to what comes next.
I pull the zipper down as well, slippin’ my hand inside. This makes her back buckle a little, like her legs are weak. And while I know she’s OK now, will be OK as long as we’re here in the presence of these giant spark crystals, I’ve depleted her so many times today, it’s probably gonna take days, maybe even weeks, for her to recover from all the fuckin’ spark I stole.
On Day One.
It couldn’t be helped.
I had to. Because the thing is, all these things I can do with my brain—all these augments. They need power. And she is that power. I can steal it from other places and it works just fine if I’m using that spark to build her back up.
But it turns out that my augments don’t run off stolen spark from other worlds. They run on Clara.
And without the augments, I can’t hop worlds. So when we get stuck in worlds where, for whatever reason she can’t breathe the air, but I can, I need to steal more of her spark to get us the fuck out of there.
This day—Day One—was nothin’ but hours and hours of endless, nightmarish, world hopping. Hopin’, each time I found a new frequency, it would be a place where Clara Birch could live.
And this is the only one I found. Aside from 702, where the augment ambush is. And 1440, where Delta is.
This is it. This is all we have right now.
I cannot risk going anywhere else. These are our three options. That’s it. Because I can’t see her like that again, all pale and shriveled. Dead, once. If I hadn’t remembered this place, dead now, she would be. For sure.
So yeah, I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna make her pliable with pleasure.
So right after I drag that zipper down, I start pullin’ her pants over her hips, urging them down her legs to reveal her soft thighs.
She moans a little when I start to unbutton her shirt. She steps out of the pants, kicking them aside, as I drag the shirt down her arms.
Now she’s just in her underwear, which makes her a little shy—she’s like that. So her blue eyes are open now. Lookin’ at me, askin’ what comes next.
Tyse, in a past life gravitated toward a girl who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask. Or take, if it came to it. It turned me on.
But watching upcity Clara Birch blush while standing in front of me in her underwear kills me fuckin’ dead.
I kneel, pulling her down with me.
We face each other, and she’s looking right up into my glowing augment eyes when I reach between her breasts and pop her frilly, lacy, unbelievably fuckin’ sexy bra open. Her tits spill out like melons and immediately, I’m reaching for them. Grabbing and squeezing.
Her eyes are closed now. Her mouth open, little noises comin’ out. I lean in and bite her lip as I push her back, lying her down on the sleeping bag I laid out while she was still unconscious from all my spark stealing.
The next thing I know, she’s on her back, looking at me, bitin’ on her lip. Waitin’ for what comes next. Which is me placing my hands on her knees and spreading them open.
She moans. Just this, and she’s moanin’.
God, I fuckin’ love this woman. I love everything about her. But I especially love how she reacts to my touch. To my stare. To everythin’. There isn’t a single thing I’d change about it. And if I have to skip worlds for the rest of my life, killing strangers from strange lands to keep her alive, I will.
I won’t ever stop.
Clara, getting nervous now, since I’ve just been staring at her, reaches for me. Her soft hands lightly touch my arms, urging me to do something. Anything.