Page 22 of Resisting Fate

“O-okay,” I stutter out.

I nervously let the towel drop and look away from him. I hear him come closer, and I can feel the heat of his body when he stands so close to me.

When I still don’t look at him, he grabs my chin and tilts up my face to meet his eyes.

I swallow hard at the lust and desire burning in his eyes.

“You are perfect and absolutely gorgeous, my mate,” he says in a husky voice.

“I know my body isn’t skinny like most of the women we know…” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Their bodies aren’t something I ever desired. Looking at you has me fighting so hard against myself to not take you immediately and fuck you so hard that you will never doubt again that I find your body intoxicating. I could spend hours worshiping this body and never get enough,” he rasps.

When I look into his eyes, I can see he means every single word he is saying.

Before I can say anything, he kisses me softly before jumping into the pool and splashing me, causing me to shriek.

I let out a laugh before jumping in myself.

We spend the next couple of hours splashing around and having fun with each other in the pool. I don’t remember ever smiling so much before in my life.

Isaac

This is one of the best days of my fucking life and it’s not even over yet. When it’s time for lunch, we get out of the pool. I stare at my mate when she gets out, water dropping from her body and her wet bikini clinging to her.

Fuck. She’s stunning.

I can see the way her eyes devour me. She loves the way I look too.

I fight the urge to fuck her like I want to. I promised her we would spend time getting to know each other.

I make us a quick lunch of sandwiches and chips as we sit outside and enjoy the warm sun.

Climbing into this bubble with her is one of the best ideas ever.

“Can you tell me more about your past?” she asks me hesitantly.

I clear my throat and think of one of the most brutal beatings I had gotten.

My minds drifts to the memory.

I just picked Penelope up for dinner. We had a few weeks until the Rite of Passage ceremony and it was something I was dreading. I had this sinking feeling in my gut that something was going to happen. I just wasn’t sure what.

She is pretty quiet this evening, but I try to make small talk with her anyway.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” she says when we leave the restaurant and sit in my car. I haven’t had a chance to start it up yet, so I turn my head to look at her.

“What? You don’t mean that, baby,” I plead with her. This isn’t going to be good. My father isn’t going to like this.

“We know that this doesn’t really work for us. I can’t be with you when we just don’t feel that way about each other,” she says with tears welling in her eyes.

I shake my head and look out the window. I don’t want her to see the fear in my eyes.

“I told you I would do whatever you wanted to make you happy,” I say lowly.

I hear her sigh. “I know you did, but our Rite of Passage ceremony is coming up and we could find our fated mates. Don’t you want that? To find the one person who is supposed to make you happy, and the other half of your soul?”

Of course, that is something I want. I want nothing more than to have someone who is meant for me and would love me for me instead of the person I am forced to show the world.

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