Page 47 of Juliet & Her Romeos

Fluidly, Swan lifts me and begins to go through the holds, pressing me to his body. He tells me in each move how much he loves me.

My eyes flutter closed. I lose myself to the emotion.

This is what we know.

What our talent is.

We may be rejected.

Trash.

Abandoned

But we can do this.

Swan and I can move an audience with our dance. We can touch their souls.

Surely, that means something?

Our lives have some meaning, if we dance a story across the stage?Bring it to life?

If I twist my body, an audience feels my pain. A leap, fills them with my new found love. If I fall to my knees, they experience my despair.

This is how our voices are heard.

Please, let them hear me…

When I open my eyes, I meet Swan’s molten silver gaze.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you.” Swan’s gaze becomes wicked. “Tonight, I’m going to let you do whatever you want to me, my Ash Queen. Start planning.”

I choke, almost swallowing my tongue.

My core throbs, becoming wet with slick.

I start purring and I’m glad that Swan is the one doing the work of holding me or I’d definitely have fallen.

My mind whirls.

So many possibilities…what shall I train him in first?

I want to try everything.

But mostly, I want to teach that wicked tongue to do the same things to my pussy that his fingers did at the weekend.

My purr becomes louder.

“Seems that you’replanningalready,” Swan murmurs with the trace of a satisfied smile. “You do have every inch of my hot, tight body to play with.”

Unexpectedly, my ears prick at the faint, guttural growl from outside the academy gates.

Is that an engine?

A motorcycle?

“Shh,” I hiss, “someone’s coming up the road.”

Carefully, Swan lowers me to the ground, before gripping my hand. “It’s a strange sound. It’s not the delivery van or a car.”

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