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“Yes, yes,” she chanted, rocking against me, her fingers digging into me looking for leverage.

Yeah, take it, doll.

I flicked one of her cherry nipples with my tongue and was rewarded with her scream of pleasure.

So beautiful.

Time for her to let go.

My vixen swiveled her hips in a maneuver that had me in agony.

“Right there,” she gasped as she ground herself against me.

Her movements were fast and frantic.

So beautiful. A sight for my sore eyes.

A storm rushed through my arms and my legs, centering in my groin as I grabbed her waist and swiftly worked her harder.

Having that deep feeling of finding what you’d been looking for your entire life.

Home.

Magic and mystery. The spell and the truth mingling.

Making me explode.

Detonating.

Yes, I had come home.

Chapter 9

Rose

Present day

“Are you ready?” Ariel yells from the other side of the closed door. Meanwhile I’m still locked inside the bright walls of the bathroom trying to fix my long, tangled mass of hair. If only you’d brushed it this morning after washing it...my inner voice lectures, but it needs to shut the hell up as we’re about to go out with our good friend Margarita, so there’s no time for scolding.

I’ve searched in my suitcase for something to wear that makes me feel at least vaguely human, but nothing works. I still feel like shit, nothing seems to fit anymore, so the bathroom floor is scattered with my discarded clothes.

Nothing fits in my life anymore either.

I feel like the unhappiest human being on this Earth.

Will I ever be happy again?

Will I ever feel like a whole person again?

I don’t want to cry anymore.

I’m sick of tears, bored to death of crying, but I just don’t know how to stop the tears that keep on flowing.

The sadness is relentless, following me around, chasing after me, like I’m its prey.

I want to escape but I lack the strength to pull myself out of this pit of despair and despondency.

Nothing has ever hurt like this before.

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