Page 42 of Cloud Storm

And, despite that, we fit so well.

We are in a public place, hidden from view, and I don’t care, all I want is for his arms to trap me against the wall behind me.

Whoever said that love is blind forgot to add that lust has the same effect.

Yes I admit it. Now I’m ready for you to judge me. My eyes have been veiled, I can’t see clearly. The only thing that interests me is here, right in front of me, hugging me so tightly, as if he wants his body to merge with mine. Squeezing hands hold me in place, one on my butt and the other on the back of my neck.

I want to be part of him and him to be part of me, and never again, to separate.

Strong words, I know.

Ariel Wilkinson has admitted she wants to belong to someone.

I am officially nuts.

I always thought I was a bird, but no. I am now the trap. Lancelot is a golden eagle and I, the rabbit that did not conceive what was about to happen to her.

He’s all strength, all man and I want him. As much as I insist on denying it.

I want him for myself.

I hate the woman who owns him.

I can’t stand the idea that it’s her hands that cling to his shoulders, when it’s mine that fit in that place.

I hate that it is her nails that dig into his back when he makes her reach ecstasy.

I hate imagining him growling her name when he reaches his.

Although I don’t know her. I hate her. Period.

In the middle of my mist of lust I hear him calling me by my name. I continue on my journey through outer space, he is my drug and I just became addicted.

“Tell me you want me, Ariel,” he growls. “Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

“I want to talk.”

The desire escapes fast, very fast. I swear that I have seen him come out and whistle from here to go headlong into the sea.

“We need to talk, because I have so much to say to you. You are an arrogant, selfish, cocky prick,” I start and something like hope shines in his intense green eyes. “What are you going to say to me, Lancelot, because this other woman exists and she stands between us.”

“You forgot about that a moment ago. And anyway, what the hell were you thinking, leaving your home this time at night. You could have been attacked, Ariel.”

“A moment ago I was attacked by a maniac in an alley.”

“You were just lucky it was me, I guess that’s why you didn’t put up much resistance,” he jokes, having the nerve to make fun of this, the fucker.

“You scared me at first,” I yell at him. “Then… then I couldn’t resist you anymore.”

He raises an eyebrow and that single gesture is as powerful as a weapon. One he knows how to use against me effortlessly.

Then he closes his eyes, the air between us morphing into something heavy, full of sadness and regret.

“Ariel, this other woman exists, but not in the way you think.”

“Are you married?” I ask in a low voice, scared to hear that he is, because in my head that would be an insurmountable obstacle.

“No, I’m not,” he says and I swear I believe him.

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