Page 36 of Prophet
“No, I don’t think so,” I replied.
“Prophet?”
“I don’t want to let you go,” I whispered to her ear.
“I can see that,” she joked.
“No, not ever. I may never see you again.”
Holding still, she said firmly, “You will.”
“I cannot let this happen.”
She sniffled a bit as she replied, “I feel the same way. I don’t want to be here as you leave me,” she admitted on a sob.
“Baby…” I now felt like shit as I could hear her crying. Turning her in my arms, I pressed my lips to hers, and said, “We make this promise, we will be together after this is over. We will fight with all we’ve got to make it happen.”
She nodded as a lone tear rolled down her face. Grasping my cheeks with both hands, she met my gaze and said, “I promise.”
I kissed her softly and as sweetly as I could when all I wanted was to smother her lips, devour her mouth, devour her body. She had become my whole world in such a small amount of time. If I lost her now, I don’t think I would want to stay in this world anymore. I wasn’t used to feeling such desperation, such need for another person, but I did and it was too late to change it. Even if I wanted to. Breaking the gentle kiss, I looked into her eyes.
We didn’t speak as our eyes remained locked for a minute. I knew we were short on time but I wanted to be inside of her, I needed to be as close to her as I could possibly get. I undid the towel and rolled her over. I need to taste her again, her scent drove me crazy, I’d already learned this. Gently climbing over her, I kept my weight on my hands and started with the tender sweet skin on her neck. Lips, tongue and even small nips of my teeth, I nibbled, licked and enjoyed all that was Jewel and yes, I lowered down and partook in the sweetest treat I’d ever known in my life. Lapping at her as I spread her thighs wide, I lost my mind while giving her oral pleasure.
Before long, she was begging and pleading with me. For release or for more? I couldn’t care, I made her come, so I could get my feast again. Yes, I’d lost my mind, but I did not care. As she climaxed, I rose up and entered her.
She wrapped her sweet thighs around me as I dove deep. The warmth of her, the heat, her sweet face as she came. I could never get enough of this. Enough of Jewel. I pumped deeply into her and crushed her cries away with my mouth, tonguing her with the same fierce plunging I was already giving to her core.
Time left me and euphoria moved in as I lost myself while melding with the woman meant for me. Nothing had ever prepared me for a feeling like this. It moved far beyond sex, to worship and need of a higher kind than I had ever felt before.
I looked into her beautiful eyes, dazed from the pleasure I’d given to her. I wanted to see this look in the future and for all my days. I knew I might be too rough in this but my desperation propelled my actions.
She raised her hips to meet mine as she came again. Her muscles squeezed my length so perfectly and I climaxed with her. I’d lost all control as Jewel became mine all over again.
Holding her close, I raised my head and saw her face as it held the expression I longed to see. Utterly sated, a peaceful joy.
Opening her eyes, she looked into mine. “I still…” She was breathless as she spoke, “...cannot figure out how you do what you do to me. It is pure heaven, Prophet.”
“The names sort of go hand in hand, baby.” I smiled at her.
She giggled a little.
We laid facing each other for a couple of minutes and I realized we had no more time together.
Rising up, she must have realized the same thing. She tried to smile but it didn’t really happen. “I…” She let out a soft sigh. Without finishing her sentence, she hurried away to the dresser.
I couldn’t form any words either as I knew she felt the same way I did. This separation would be hell. I stood from the bed and went to the shower. I knew I needed to check back into sanity. Get right in my head. I only hoped I could think clearly when it all hit the fan. I turned the water on and stepped in. It was time to get ready, but how did someone get ready to go through the gates of hell?
Finally, I was dressed and so was she. We hadn’t spoken at all. I guess words weren’t needed. I had so many things I wanted to say, yet I couldn’t seem to say anything. My dad’s words drifted to me, he said them when I was just a little kid, facing the biggest horse I’d ever seen. I’d ridden all the ponies and some of the smaller mares. In cowboy theory, I was ready now to sit astride a huge stallion. All black with well muscled, silky hindquarters. A fierce animal even though he was broken and ready to take on a rider.
‘Look it in the eyes,’ my dad had said. ‘Do not show your fear. A beast can see that. Your best protection and strength is to meet its gaze and not back down. You master your fear boy, you never let it master you.’
Now, here I stood all these years later, a full grown man. I would be facing another kind of beast. One that had no feelings except for hate. This one could take away the people I loved. It wouldn’t just buck me off, it would try to stomp my head to crush my skull. In fact, this animal would try to kill as many as he could before we could take him down. My woman and my father could be the first lives he took before we could end him once and for all.
I finally looked over at a silent Jewel. While getting myself together, I refused to look at her until I felt calm enough. I didn’t want to show her anything except for strength and conviction that I tried to gather up and use for this event we faced. I took her hand and raised it to my lips to kiss her knuckles.
Jewel released a shaky breath as she also tried to stay calm. She seemed reluctant to talk as well, she squared her shoulders then we went down to breakfast. This would be hard too. The family here was always boisterous and lively. I couldn’t even mange a fucking smile, let alone pretend that I could laugh at all.
When we came into the Walker’s massive dining room, there was no talking loudly, or any laughter. They all sat and ate, or they seemed to be attempting to do that. I realized why. They knew about this newest threat. Having to move from the home they had all made together over with only meek belongings they could carry to hold them over. Escaping through the tunnels like thieves in the night, so to speak. Only they would be keeping their lives from being stolen.
