He Is the Exception

By P.K. Ladnier

A forbidden love is what they had. No one was supposed to know they were in love; that each night before bed, they each lay with someone else, but they would think of the other; that they tell them good night and I love you for the winds to carry the message to each other. Many messages the winds carried, but this one was always delivered with a swiftness. The wind itself knew that these two people belong together. They deserved to have the other. Each longed to hold the other at night when the stars were shining bright. The moon would whisper sweet lullabies to them as they held each other closely.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 28, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796018646

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Copyright © 2019 by P.K. Ladnier.

ISBN:                    Softcover                  978-1-7960-1865-3

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Rev. date: 02/27/2019

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CONTENTS

Dedication

He is the Exception

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Ending Maybe

Autobiography

I don’t know how to express the way I feel for him because everything seems to come out wrong. I try to explain the way I love him, and it doesn’t come out right. I tell him that I love him, and he just says I know. Does he really know how I feel? Does he even care? If he does will, he attempt to control me.

DEDICATION

Sweetness,

I know you know who you are. You have inspired me to put all my feelings down on paper just to escape the heartache you have caused. It wasn’t all heartache. There were many many many treasured moments that I will hold dear until my last breath. I LOVE YOU. I know at the end of this book I wrote you a goodbye letter. Just know if you still want me, I WILL BE WAITING.

HE IS THE EXCEPTION

It seems like it’s been forever since you slipped in in the night and devoured me with such rage and passion that it was too inconceivable to imagine. I needed you as much as I thought you needed me. The rage that was burning inside of me thought that it had found its match again. Someone with rage enough to compete against me. Someone with the same intense passion and lust as I have that no one can handle. Someone who knows exactly when to push harder or give long slow strides while gently scraping nails down my back. Running fingers through my hair as I sit atop of your magnificent piece that fits so perfectly inside of me. Slowly turning my body over so that your glorious green eyes can stare into mine, both of us together as one feeling every fiber, every muscle, joining together inside of me and releasing both of us into climax at the same time.

Briefly we hold one another without a word being spoken. You slowly and gently get out of bed and dress quickly to leave. My body starts to protest. My mind screams don’t go, but no words escape my mouth as I watch you leave. For what seems like a lifetime no words are spoken between us two. My head is still screaming out without a sound. To feel you again, to touch you again, to have you passionately want me is but a dream and the imagination of my head. I wait patiently for you to come and ravage my body again. To stop the screaming in my head and still my heart. For you to pleasure my body with such intense rage that it never wants to let go. Gently stroking each inch of my body. Kissing my lips until they hurt. Locking hand to hand as you raise them above your head for me to climb atop of you and give us both pleasures that nothing can match.

Breathing each other in so deeply we can smell the lust in the air. As you hold my hands tighter you pull me closer to your body. You kiss my neck, my ear and my already swollen lips. My inner thighs grip you tighter and you push up in me harder making me cry out. You let out a very intense moan that lets me know you are almost there. As I brace myself for you, it comes so softly but fills me up entirely as I rain down onto you.

As the peace of the evening sets in and the sunlight says goodbye and night closes in a whisper of the wind is heard. I can hear you calling my name. Am I mistaken was it the bird flying high in the sky squealing making me think I hear you? Maybe it’s the crickets chirping or the frogs croaking or the lightening bugs flying so eloquently making me believe I hear you calling my name. It’s none of those things, it’s the sound of your voice on the winds calling my name beckoning me to come to your side. To stand beside you as the winds wrap around us making us one with the each other.

My mind races. My nerves jump at every sound. My pulse beats even faster more strongly than usual. My heart wants to jump from my chest. I wonder will I see you today. Will you see me or just glance my way? As the new day begins to move forward and no sign of you has been seen I start to panic. Maybe I imagined you and you don’t really exist. The sound of the wind played tricks making me believe you did. But then the modern technology goes off and he is on the other end. I smile knowing you are ok and needed to speak to me. He says he is coming over to see me and my world lights up. My heart beats faster than I thought possible. My palms begin to sweat, and I wonder will today be the day he touches me and relieves all my worries with fiery passion no one can contain. Will he attempt to tame the beast that roars inside of me so hungry to have him in me, or will he touch me with soft passionate hands that match his glowing green eyes.

As seconds turn to minutes and minutes to hours I wait impulsively for his arrival. Slowly the day turns to night. Surely, he must be arriving soon. I pace the room trying to understand why he hasn’t arrived. Did something happen?