Chapter 33
tremble, fly, and dream again
elena
Throughout my nearly thirty-six years, I’ve learned that love has the power to make you tremble, sigh, dream, and, above all, fly.
I had completely forgotten that once your heart sinks into it, you feel like you’re on a cloud floating through space, and you become a feather gliding gently, carried by the wind’s movement.
After so much suffering, the pain had erased all the good things I discovered thanks to Victoria, and it was her lips pressed against my neck that caused wings to sprout from my back and turned me into a phoenix reborn from the flames.
She always had a special gift for banishing doubts, insecurities, and fears from my mind—a way to make the bad disappear through the kisses I receive as I feel my body awaken from its slumber.
We’re no longer on the rooftop; I don’t know when we left it to end up in my office, but the intensity with which she touches me has awakened memories of our wonderful past within me.
The air coming in through the window is charged with an electricity that seems to envelop us in a whirlwind of sensations that can no longer be controlled.
Ever since we ran into each other in the hotel lobby just three days ago, we’ve been playing cat and mouse, letting ourselves be carried away by our impulses and making this unstoppable.
I know what I said—that we couldn’t go on because it was wrong, that Joana might suffer because of us, that it was dangerous—but I can’t take it anymore, and I don’t think Victoria can either; we’ve ended up in the eye of a hurricane where desire burns and consumes everything it touches.
With her hands tangled in my hair, her gaze meets mine.
We’ve always been good at communicating in a secret language that only we understand, so I don’t need her to speak to know what she wants or how she wants it.
Time stands still and our world freezes, prolonging an agony born of the need to feel each other, to go further, to rediscover each other, to reach for the stars and lift ourselves off the ground.
Victoria moves toward me, and I avoid her until my back hits the wooden door and I let out a groan.
She looks me over with an intensity that takes my breath away, and even though I’m still in time to stop her and put an end to this madness, I don’t; I grab her by the shirt she’s wearing and pull her against me, closing the distance, forcing her to wrap her arms around my waist and cup my butt in her hands as she presses her hips against me.
She smiles as she bites my lips and hisses with pleasure when I grab her hair and wrap one of my legs around her body.
The need for her touch is like a drug that consumes me, an addiction I can’t resist, causing me to moan with pleasure when our lips meet in a kiss that ignites a fire deep within me.
It’s wild and passionate, just as it was at the club, just as I dreamed it would be that night I masturbated to the memory of her; our tongues meet in a frenzied dance, exploring every nook and cranny of our mouths with a ferocity that turns me into prey before my hunter.
Just thinking about her fingers inside me, exploring my sex at her whim, makes me wet and start trembling.
My hands cling to her skin desperately, as if trying to stay afloat in a sea of sensations, while she seems to read my mind and lifts the thin fabric of my dress, touching me as she pleases.
I feel like I’m going crazy when she slides down to find my entrance and teases it with her thumb.
I’m wet, and the desire to find out if she is too invites me to seek out the hem of her linen pants and caress the soft skin lying beneath her underwear.
The heat of her body is so alluring that I press myself against her with urgency.
I want more with every passing second and moan against her mouth, playing with my tongue, biting her lips, her neck, her earlobe, and that collarbone covered in freckles that I counted countless times in the past. I completely lose myself, and with desperate haste, our bodies merge in a fiery embrace that threatens to consume us entirely.
Every touch is an explosion of pleasure, and every moan is a testament to the passion that draws us together.
I’m dazed; my eyes can’t focus clearly, and as if we’d never touched before, we lose ourselves in the ecstasy of the moment.
Our surroundings fade away, and we’re left in the middle of the whirlwind, moving in rhythm, caressing each other as if we’ll never have another chance.
I let myself be carried away by what I feel, and in a matter of seconds, my body begins to tremble until I reach orgasm.
I know we’re doing this together because I’d never forget her moans, and once I manage to realize what’s happened, everything fills with lights and colors I didn’t know existed.
Victoria releases me, embraces my body, and shelters me in her arms as if she wanted to make time last longer.
There’s nothing left to do, no limits or barriers remain, and the freedom I feel in my heart makes my eyes fill with tears and my lips tremble as I receive hers.
From now on, our lives will never be the same, and no matter how hard we try, we won’t be able to hide how much we love each other.
I’d love to think that everything that happens will be perfect, but there are so many things that have to change for that to happen, and I’m afraid our love won’t be enough.