Summon Toren(82)

Oh God, she’d said she loved him. What had come over her? And the way it affected him, what did that mean? Was dropping down and sucking the orgasm right out of her how angels said I love you back?

And then he’d suddenly flashed out of there, leaving her to fall to the floor in the aftermath. Was he angry? Where did he go? And what the hell was that sound earlier? Like a tornado had ripped off the roof of a huge metal building.

But the most interesting and important question remaining was why couldn’t she move? She’d been mysteriously pinned to the wall before and now she was pinned to the floor. She figured that out when she’d decided not to remain sprawled there like a woman who’d been crucified with pleasure.

Toren suddenly appeared next to her on one knee, head bowed, body heaving and covered in a sheen of sweat. Sweat? She didn’t remember him ever sweating before. “Toren?”

God what was wrong with her voice? She sounded…so frail. He slowly turned his head toward her and her breath froze at seeing his eyes a brilliant mercury.

She stared into them and became filled with terror at seeing a strange girl in a brown robe with a huge belly. Pain split through her abdomen and she opened her mouth and screamed. Toren stretched his hand toward her and even though she thrashed with her efforts to shred her lungs, there was no sound. What was wrong with her? Oh God. She finally stilled her struggles and gazed at him. Her vision blurred with tears as she mouthed the silent words. “What’s wrong with me…”

Toren’s face strained with emotions she couldn’t name as he moved to kneel next to her. He stroked her cheek as his cute face contorted with fear and rage it seemed. And regret. “Thymamai,” he whispered.

Sam gasped on the sudden cold wind and rain in her lungs. She blinked and realized she flew over an ancient looking building out in the middle of nowhere. Panic seized her as she soared straight down through the old stone roof and came to hover quietly in the air of a small cement chamber. She stared at a woman on a bed in a brown robe, her belly swollen, screaming in agony. Things blurred and she was in another room with a group of people. She knew these people. She saw Toren on his knees holding the hand of a girl. Sam moved to see better and more tears blurred her vision. It was her. Oh God.

She watched as Toren held onto her hand, no, her soul, begging her not to go. To stay. With him.

The memory of him flooded her body and mind like a tidal wave. Oh God, her angel. She had no reason to live apart from that voice he’d put in her spirit, that purpose. He’d given her hope and purpose. He was her purpose. She watched in awe as she died and her spirit body rose up out of her flesh. And kissed him. Her heart suddenly wanted to burst from her chest at the sweetest memory she’d ever had in all her life.

Why did she forget him?

She looked left and saw strange animals on the floor and the giant creature that resembled them. Sort of. The dots suddenly connected, creating a hideous picture. She’d been raped by that man. She’d had those things.

Oh God.

“I’m going to cleanse you Samantha,” Toren whispered, standing next to her. Despite the warning in his tone, desire ravaged her body at seeing him fully nude. Sam felt her vocal chords again and gasped like she’d not been able to breathe even though she knew it wasn’t the case.

“Why did I forget you?” It was the one thing she wanted to know. More like how could she forget him.

“I wiped your memory.” He knelt between her legs and she felt them sliding open of their own accord. He leaned over her body until his lips were at her ear. “I had to win your heart without angelic influence.”

Her heart hammered at his words. “And you think you have?” Her voice was hoarse like she’d shredded it.

He nuzzled along her cheek with soft lips then up across her forehead. “Yes.”

She tried to recall that nightmare she’d lived until her heart thundered in her chest. “I don’t remember the bad even though I remember it. It’s weird.”

“Because I’ve won your heart.” He lowered his body so that his chest brushed hers, drawing a light whimper from her.

But it was his words that made her tummy tickle and flip-flop. What they meant. “You sound so sure.”

He continued his kisses along the other side of her face and ended at her ear. “I am.”

A delicious shudder rode her spine at the heat of his breath and the surety of his tone. She gasped at feeling his thick arousal at her entrance. “Why am I tied down if you’ve won me?”

He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “For your protection.”

She swallowed. “Should I pray?”