Kilting Me Softly: 1 Read Online Free PDF

movies and internet web sites, she undulated against him, pushing the tender part of her as far away as she could. The pain of his body’s exquisite invasion within her dulled by the second. Unprepared for the sensations taking her body hostage, she had no recourse. She’d planned on the pain of sex, but not the pleasure hidden on the other side of it.
    Helpless to thwart her body’s override on her brain, she let it guide her in deep undulations with his. Clutching his arms in her mindlessness, she was unaware of how she hurt him. Not that the man beneath her reported anything but fierce pleas that begged her to not to stop.
    “Jesus Christ—you feel so good—I knew you would—I knew it—” he bit out, his gaze mesmerized by the pumping action of her body atop his. “I fucking knew it.”
    She did too but would rather die than admit it. On an intuitive level, somewhere devoid of words or logic, she knew he complemented her, equaled her, fit her as though they’d been custom molded for each other. Desperate to release the mounting tension building within her, she screamed. It was more in response to the voice of ecstasy in her head that evicted every other thought than the man beneath her as she leaned back and fell down harder and harder on him.
    “Fuck—” A low growl coiled in his throat, his voice a ghost of itself.
    “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Tears streaming down her cheeks, she pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled until a squall rumbled somewhere deep inside her. Oblivious to what it might mean, she did not turn away from it but reached for it instead, ready to accept whatever force had her in its grip. If it destroyed her, so be it. If she came apart in a thousand tiny pieces, she was powerless to stop it.
    “Morgan—I’m gonna come so fucking hard…” His voice cracked under the pressure of his impending release.
    She made a frenzied attempt to cover his mouth. When her climax took hold, she squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself, completely mindless for one blissful moment. Her body jerked and slammed against him like an unnatural force, a wave crashing against a rock, shattering again and again like an echo.
    Through a veil of tears, she listened to his groan reach a crescendo. Averting her eyes, she remembered the dagger white-knuckled in her hand, the tapered edges of the handle cutting lines into her skin.
    Now…now, Morgan!
    Thoughts of what Megan’s last night must have been like rushed over her. It had been raining heavily all week. She would have been wearing the galoshes their mother had bought her. That night she’d stayed awake working on a project that was due the next day. Running out of supplies, Megan, ever the perfectionist, made her way to the all-night bookstore across campus to put the finishing touches on what would have most assuredly been a stellar presentation.
    Morgan remembered her sister telling her that her project partner, a young man on whom she had a crush, was out sick, suffering with the flu, and she was considering going by his apartment with homemade soup. She remembered the girlish giggle they shared when, in the comfortable offhand style only sisters could know, Morgan declared her twin would soon have the flu too.
    She imagined the terror her sister had experienced her last night alive. At some point, she probably knew she was going to die. What had such a horror been like? It was too much for one person to shoulder alone. However, much to her heartache, she hadn’t awakened in the middle of the night to a psychic feeling of panic involving her twin. No premonition, no warning, no chance to beat it.
    Not until later. Details about the crime implanted in her mind. Like taking a shower and waking up at the bathroom sink with a man’s name scrawled on the steamy mirror. No memory of doing it or why. Reliving Megan’s last moments over and over, feeling death enter her body. Living her life but carrying the spirit of her twin within her. Would Megan