Page 91 of Sapphire Scars


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The astrologer grabbed my hand over my planetary charts and uttered a warning that haunted my dreams for weeks afterward.

“One day, you will meet your twin flame. This is different to a soulmate as soulmates are individual spirits drawn together by past lives and love. A twin flame is two souls from one source. One spirit split into two bodies. When you meet them, you will know. You will recognise them just as surely as they will recognise you. You are the same. You are one. But karmically, you are destined to destroy each other. The moment you meet, your choice is already made. This match will not last. The intensity will destroy both of you. If you accept this union, you will both burn—”

My eyes flew open as Henri bit my throat and thrust harder, yanking me back from the past.

Burn.

God, yes.

Everything was burning.

Every nerve ending, every heartbeat.

But I burned the hottest where we were joined.

Letting my hair go, Henri tipped forward and sought my mouth again.

The moment our lips touched, I forgot about wizened old mystics and detonated with brighter flames.

He cindered me to ash as his tongue dived into my mouth.

Our lips parted wide, colliding with force and violence.

Just like our other kiss, this one transcended the act of sex and made it something more.

It felt as if we merged, melded, fused, and blended.

Tingles spread from my heart and into every cell.

My clit throbbed. My insides clenched around him.

His large hands swooped up my body and cupped my cheeks, cradling me so tenderly, so ruthlessly, all while his mouth plundered mine and his body stabbed deliciously deep.

He thrust hard.

Viciously hard.

He fucked me from below all while I rode him from above.

We turned wild.

Grunting and panting, we struggled to get a proper breath, breathing each other in, sucking each other down, all while the pain in my side hinted medically this wasn’t advised.

Screw commonsense.

If I had any brain cells, I would’ve run from this man back at the bar in Paris.

If I’d listened to the Vedic astrologer, I might never have stumbled into Henri’s orbit.

He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my chest to his.

“You are the same. You are one. You are destined to destroy each other.”

Pinpricks of bruised agony blazed down my front.

A whimper of discomfort even as bliss coiled and spindled in my lower belly.

I couldn’t see him.

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