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A rush of jealous possession ripped through me. “I hate to tell you, Henri, but the only one who will ever feel you inside her is me. Real or toy.”
He fell silent.
Our light-hearted energy solidified into seriousness.
I didn’t want it to.
Everything had been far too serious for far too long, but we weren’t free. Eight new jewels were here. Peter was being tormented. Mollie was being abused. Rachel was pregnant.
Compared to them, I was so lucky.
I’d been given a man I’d never expected, and we’d experienced something soul-changing, but…this moment of reprieve was just that…a moment.
“I know I have a thousand messed-up feelings, but hearing you being possessive over me?” He yanked me tighter against him. “I can’t tell you how that makes me feel.” His voice turned achingly quiet. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be wanted. To be loved despite all the shit inside me.”
Squirming in his arms, I turned to face him and cupped his cheek. His grey eyes glowed silver in the dark, the sheets hiding us in our own fabric world. His sheer size. His immense presence. He oozed power and masculinity, but beneath those muscles and all that darkness, he was painfully vulnerable and innocent.
It was that innocence I’d sensed all along. A wide-eyed naivety when it came to love and all its facets. My heart ached as I kept my voice too low for the cameras. “You’re mine, Henri Mercer. Got it?”
He sighed heavily. “I’m yours until my last breath, Ily.” Shifting a little, he added, “I’m yours, yet I barely know you. We haven’t had the chance to talk about such simple things, but…I know you. I do. I know all the important things.”
“Important things?”
“You have to have felt it.” He shrugged self-consciously. “Today, when I entered you? Something clutched me around the heart and forged me with you. I-I can’t explain it, but—”
“It felt like we were one?”
He flinched. “Yeah…” His gaze locked on my mouth. “You felt it too?”
“I did.” I ran my thumb over the hollowness of his severe cheeks. “And I think I know why.”
“You do?”
I dropped my eyes. “Umm…it’ll probably sound silly, but…someone once told me that I’d meet a man who would turn out to be my twin flame and—”
“Twin flame?” Henri whispered. “What does that mean?”
I twitched, not really ready to share my mystical hypnosis. “Eh, well…a soulmate is a separate soul you’ve known before. Someone you’ve loved in every lifetime and are connected to in many ways, but a twin flame…it’s the missing piece of your soul.”
He went very still. “How…how do you know when you find this missing piece?”
“There’s a few ways but the main one would be, um, the sensation that you’ve met before.”
“The recognition.” He froze. “The familiarity. You feel so familiar to me. You always have.”
“You too.” I smiled softly.
“So there’s an explanation for all of this? A black-and-white reason you’ve become every-fucking-thing to me, yet…I don’t even know your favourite colour, favourite fruit, favourite memory?”
“Gold, dragon fruit, and my brother finding me on the steps of the hospital—not that that’s a memory but a story my family has told me over and over again. And yes…I’m sure there’s a reason we met. An explanation for why it’s so strong between us. Why I feel safe with you even though we’re surrounded by danger.”
A few moments ticked past before he murmured, “I’d like to meet your brother.” He nuzzled my nose with his. “He’s the reason you have the worst/best name I’ve ever heard.”
Tears shot up my spine at the thought of Henri going home with me. Of walking into my family’s house. Of saying hello to Krish. “One day.” I swallowed back stinging hope. “Hopefully, you can meet them one day. My parents are the most wonderful people. Our community so caring. I come from a large group of families—some related, some not, yet we all look out for one another. You’d probably be overwhelmed if I’m honest.”
He huffed. “Your dad will probably take one look at me and kill me on the spot.”
“Lucky for you, my dad is Buddhist, and killing is against our philosophy.” I toyed with the sprigs of black hair between his pecs. “He won’t even kill the tiniest bug. He gives water to the smallest cricket. He’s the wisest, kindest man I know.”
