48. Levi
LEVI
Freshly showered, I finally collapse naked on my bed. The note on my nightstand seems to scream at me.
Find Somnus, you absolute jackass.
The tether between Violette and me feels like an anchor dragging my soul to the crushing depths of the sea.
Why would I need to find Somnus?
I doubt he’ll have much pity for me if I tell him I just rejected my own soulbound, even if he is a figment of my imagination.
God almighty, if the universe really is a hologram projected from universal consciousness, as so many quantum physicists theorize... why would I conjure such torture?
Groaning, I roll over onto my back.
A scrap of black, lacy fabric catches my attention.
Violette’s panties.
The sight is a dull blade sinking into wounded flesh.
Fuck me, she’s not even dead, and this is how it feels to be without her?
Perhaps I did make the best decision for both of us. What kind of life is this? Why do people do this? Willingly make themselves so utterly dependent on a whole other person they have no control over?
It’s madness.
While my logic remains absolute, the rest of me has no qualms ignoring it entirely and reaches out to grasp her lace. My palm smothers my face with them as I breathe deep–utterly helpless in my need for her.
Despite the agony in my chest, I take my stiffening cock into hand. Stroke up and down its length.
Fuck, why do I miss you so much already?
My mind promptly supplies a myriad of reasons, all of which have nothing to do with the bond but everything to do with just how fucking extraordinary and perfect Violette is for me.
How desperately I ache to fill her with my cum. Yet, for some godforsaken reason, that’s not the image that fills my mind as I achieve climax. It’s to the image and sensation of her being curled within the cocoon of my arms.
The memory of holding her safely against me.
The floral smell of her hair.
The feel of her soft, warm skin in the palms of my hands.
With cum pooling in the valleys of my stomach, I can’t help but lie here, stunned.
Clutching her panties to my face as if it’s the singular remaining thread to my sanity.
Gradually, my heartbeat slows, eyes growing heavy, and I drift into a deep sleep where I find myself standing on a familiar shore.