Chapter Eleven Twizz
Isabella parks behind me in the driveway and meets me at the door.
She stands beside me with the bottle of champagne cradled in the crook of her arm.
As I turn the key in the lock, a strange feeling washes over me.
I glance at the beautiful woman standing next to me, and instead of the bottle, I see a baby nestled in her arms. Our baby.
Instead of Master Larkin’s house, I’m entering the cozy home I share with her.
“Are you okay, Twizz?”
I take a deep breath and blink my eyes. Somehow I lost control of my emotions. Visions like that don’t come unless deep emotion is tied to them. Emotion that makes me vulnerable to this woman, and I have to be certain I’m ready for that. That she’s worthy of holding such immense power over me.
I may be worrying for nothing. Everything is going to change once we enter. Since the house revealed itself to me, it will require that I now do the same. I want Isabella to see, at least in part, what I really am. I worry it will scare her off. But if she stays, then she’s my soulmate.
“Twizz?” She touches my forearm to get my attention. I hear concern in her voice, panic in the way she says my name.
“I’m fine, beautiful. Just imagining what a future with you might be like.” If I have any shot of engaging in a relationship with her, I need to be as honest as I can be from this moment on.
“Aww, Twizz.” Her cheeks color pink, hinting at a sweetness and innocence I long for. It lights a fire of need inside me. “Do you mean that?”
“More than I should.”
I don’t hesitate another second before opening the door and motioning with my hand for Isabella to enter first. She steps into the large foyer and looks around at things like the crown molding and crystal chandelier, with her back to me.
I don’t say a word as I close the door and set my jacket on top of the post at the bottom of the sweeping stairway.
With Isabella’s attention still somewhere else, I close my eyes and feel my shirt rip and tatter as my wings force their way through the fabric.
Isabella turns to me and freezes. “What—” Her large eyes grow wider, and her mouth gapes open.
I rush to her, take the bottle from her hands, and set it on the marble tile.
I don’t wish for her to drop it, and I’m not certain her legs won’t give out as she processes what she’s seeing.
I need my arms free to catch Isabella if she falls.
“You have...I mean, your—” She says, looking transfixed. Isabella steps forward as if in a daze, reaching her hand out to touch my wing. “They’re so big and beautiful.”
She looks me up and down, primarily focused on my wings and not my heated stare or the growing bulge tenting my pants. Perhaps that’s for the best.
She walks around me and stops on my other side, grazing her fingertips along the edges of my wings. Her touch is so soft and gentle, I shudder as my muscles tense and blood rushes to extend my magic love wand.
“I’m sorry.” She yanks her hand away as if an electric current shocked her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted a closer look. Your wings are magnificent."
They are. They’re large, translucent with a violet tinge, and what looks like pink, purple, and light blue gems shimmer throughout them. They look similar to bubbles blown by a child floating in the air.
With inhuman speed, I reach out and grab her wrist, using it to pull her closer. My pulse races faster than light at the promise of plunging into the deepest recesses of her body and landing in her heart.
“You didn’t hurt me.” My voice is deep and laced with need.
“But you’re getting dangerously close to something that you don’t understand.
” She nods, even though I didn’t ask a question.
Yet. “If this goes any further, there is no turning back. You. Are. Mine.” Again she nods.
“And if you stay, you do so with the knowledge that I’m not a human man, and I don’t play by their rules.
I’m willing to take measures the men you’re used to dealing with won’t.
But I will love and protect you with a ferocity you haven’t seen before. ”
She makes no move to leave, just parts her lips and pokes her tongue out to dampen them. I snake my arms around Isabella’s waist and yank her hard against me, forcing her to feel my throbbing length against her supple body.
“Are you an angel?” She asks, placing her hands on my shoulders and exploring their contours. The question takes me by surprise.
I laugh at the thought as I back her against a wall, looking at her the way I imagine a lion looks upon a gazelle just before he takes it down.
Isabella is defenseless against me. I’m not just faster and stronger than her; I’m lethal as well, and the idea that she wants me even though I can end her life in seconds leaves me feeling highly intoxicated.
“I’m no angel, Isabella. Perhaps, instead, I am very much the villain you accused me of being, but I promise, I seek to do no harm. Especially to you.”
She takes a deep breath, and I can’t help myself from meeting her heaving chest with my probing hand. Isabella’s breath hitches. I swear she arches her back, pressing her breast more firmly against my hand. Taking the hint, if one was given or not, I squeeze and knead before unbuttoning her blouse.
I press my lips to the side of her neck and feel the rush of blood swooshing through her veins. Pulsing beneath my lips. Tempting me to take a taste. To drink from her as I sit balls deep inside of her.
Her dark eyes look almost black. I catch the scent of her desire with every inhale. Her pounding heart sings to me. She’s excited, turned on. So am I. My teeth itch to sink into her soft flesh. But I can’t allow myself that privilege. Not yet.
“You’re so beautiful,” she says, resting her dainty hand on my cheek. I turn my head and kiss her palm, wondering if I unwittingly have her under a glamour spell. I removed any shields of illusion before meeting her at the closing.
“Are you frightened?" I ask, unsure if I want her to be or not. I feel my member thicken. I don’t remember ever being this hard. There is no stronger aphrodisiac than impaling a human ripe with fear with a strong, solid cock. It makes the fucking more pleasurable for the woman as well.
“I’m terrified, Twizz.” She answers, not seeming to care that her top is open and pulled out of her skirt. “I’m scared shitless because I don’t know what you are, and I don’t even care. All I know is that I want you.”
I slip my hand beneath the beige lace covering her luscious tits.
“I have an ache in my core, Twizz, that grows and whispers your name to me each night. I try to ease it, but I can’t. Only you can.”
If I don’t take her in the next few moments, I’m afraid I may lose control in a dangerous way.
“Have you thought that perhaps you’re only thinking of me because of the time we’ve spent together communicating over the last few weeks?
” Lord knows I’ve been physically suffering, needing a larger supply of blood than usual.
She shakes her head as I lift her skirt and bunch it around her hips. “No. I ache for you, Twizz. I imagine you when I’m alone in my bed at night. And today, with you being so close, touching me and kissing me, I’m hot and wet for you.”