Whisper to Me in the Dark by Audra Claire

Author:Audra Claire [Claire, Audra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 1475227183
Published: 2012-12-03T04:00:00+00:00

Dear Sissy:

He leaned casually against the rough hewn wood of the rickety fence, his leg bent, so his cowboy boot rested against the bottom of the swinging door, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. So above it all. Like what he did to me last night was nothing. That I owed it to him just because he was a man. So sure of himself. That any woman that shared his bed belonged to him. I tried to hate him. I tried to - so hard. But I can’t get the thought of him out of my head. The feel of him. Why do I get shivers from the slightest touch of his hands on my skin? What is wrong with me? Why do I burn at the touch of his fingers? Why am I so helpless when he grabs my arms and won’t let me go? All I do is ache to feel him deep inside of me. I try so hard to hate him. I swear I do. But all that comes are more tears at the thought of him leaving me here. I told him I was going to leave – to go back to my apartment. He said, “Do as you wish. You’re free to come and go as you please,” - as if he has no feelings for me. My heart absolutely shattered. Then he pulled me close – so close – I could hear the drumming beat of his heart and he said, “There is only one place that you belong to me - where you will do as I tell you to.” And I melted. Just melted … Why do I let him treat me so? Is his allure the danger – or is he really in my heart?

As I was walking away, I turned around when he wasn’t looking and could see the gentle way he talked to his horse. The genuine affection he has for all animals. The kinship of spirit he feels with them. They’re so wild and untamed like he is. They long for freedom like he has his whole life. I went into this with open eyes. Why does my heart feel so broken without him?

Yes, I hid behind a tree just to watch him. And yes I am aware how truly pitiful and weird that was. But it was magical just watching him riding. He's so free, with the horse flying up and down the hills. Cash has such mastery over the wild beast, but he connects to these animals on a spiritual level. He understands them. Cash belongs back home. Not stuck in this city. I could tell that he could finally breathe. No matter how he was raised, I see it in him. His wildness. His restlessness. His need to connect to nature. To his heritage. He's so unlike Edward, with his obsessive compulsive stuffiness and obsession with money. Cash has none of that. I long to ask him exactly how he got that scar on his face.

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