Page 70 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

Frowning, I ask. “Why does she want to go home?” Kadra doesn’t look at me.

“Because home is where her heart is, kotyonok.” My heart constricts in my chest as I take her in looking so innocent and at the same time as the little girl I met so long ago with sadness in her eyes.

“She’s better off where she is now.” She says not sounding so sure herself.

“Just keep watching. You’ll see.” I mumble while very subtly inching closer to her and hoping the fucking cat for once doesn’t conspire against me and behaves. Surprisingly she does. Greta jumps on my chest which in turn allows me to move closer to Kadra’s side.

What feels like half an hour passes where she stays silent watching the movie without realizing just how close I’ve gotten to her. I feel her warmth all around me. I put the laptop down on my side of the bed away from her so I can get more comfortable. She’s so invested in the movie that she doesn’t turn to see what I’m up to.

Heaven.

If someone asked me to describe this moment in time I would say it feels like heaven.

Fate.

As if it was written in my stars.

I didn’t realize the movie had ended when I heard the most adorable sound come from her cherry red mouth.

She snorts.

Sweet and not too loud. Just… right.

I gently lift her head and place it on my chest and wrap one arm around her without waking her. Just then I, with her cat on one side looking at me as if warning me not to hurt her master, I stared at said master’s face enjoying every second.

Her lovely freckles in the shape of a heart.

Her long thick lashes touching the top of her cheek.

Leaning closer to her face, so close that I can feel her hot breath on my face. Her mouth slightly opened, tempting me to find out how she tastes. But just as the thoughts pops up I ignore it. I would love nothing more than to kiss her but I would never take something from her without her consent. Especially when she’s not conscious. If she wants it all she has to do is ask and I would gladly kiss the fuck out of her and finally find out how the woman of my dream tastes. She has to want it just as much as I do. Until then, I’ll just have to imagine how she tastes and beat the fuck out of my dick with only thoughts of her.

My siren.

The owner of my every fantasy.

My every thought.

My Kadra.

I stare at her while she sleeps. I don’t know how long I stayed there holding her in my arms watching her sleep peacefully but as I lay there with half of my heart in my arms, I thought about how I would love nothing more than to do this for the rest of my life.

Fuck, yes.

But first I need my wild kitten to slowly open up her soft heart to me.

Patience is key.

Chapter 22

KADRA

RED SKIES

“Don’t you know I would die for you?” – K

I was born on an evening when the sky looked almost red. At least that’s what mother told me one night when she had a little too much to drink and a whole lot of her happy pills. As a naive child I believed her. Of course, I did. She was my mother and if you can trust anyone in the world to always be truthful to you it would be the one who brought you into this world, right?

Wrong.

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