The elevator doors finally slide gently sideways, and I head down the long corridor, as I have done a thousand times before. I'm still the same cold, elegant man on the outside, but inside I'm desperate to get in and see her, safe and sound.
She has to be in there.
She must be in there.
The last white door is mine, elegant and impressive. I insert my new access card and the little light on the doorknob turns green. I slam the door shut and frantically search the rooms. On any other day, I would check for cameras and microphones – it is standard procedure to search the apartment, but not today. I’m not looking for devices anymore, just her.
Once again, Sarah turns my world upside down.
“Sarah...” I call out loud. The deafening silence pierces my ears. “Sarah?”
“Here!” Her reply comes from the bedroom.
The relief freshens my body like a cool summer rain.
There she is.
Thank fuck.
I stare at her body for a long moment, looking for injuries. She’s wearing a staff uniform now, two sizes too big. She seems exhausted but gazes at me with joy that quickly turns into fear, not because of me, but my wellbeing. Behind my stoic façade I’m sure I look fearful to her.
“Bruno,” she starts with a tremulous voice. “What’s the matter?”
I take long strides to where she is standing like a mad man desperate to see his woman, like a lost soul begging for its other half. I cannot explain to her what is happening to me right now, but it’s as if I thirst for her. The need to touching her becomes unbearable, is so strong, so inhuman, that I knock her down onto the bed.
Our lips crush together, once again. I kiss her brutally, brokenly, frantic. Sarah has an electric magic that cages my body, making me a prisoner, and I am more than willing to be one.
“I missed you so fucking much.” My voice is so drenched in emotion. “You have no idea how hard it was for me to get away from you.” I attack her mouth again, kissing her deeply, expressing how desperate I am for her.
I place my hands on each side of her head and gaze at her. I caress her skin with my thumbs, rediscovering her face. I feel like a blind man anxious to see.
To see her.
Without warning, she starts to cry, but with a beautiful smile. Her hands go to my beard, and she plays with my hair. I know she feels the same way I do. We are finding each other again.
“I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. If you had told me what you’ve been... I can't imagine what you went through the day you saw that video.”
“Hush, I don’t want to talk about that. Just let me feel you, please.” With my thumb I stroke the side of her neck, revealing her pulse going wild beneath my touch. This is so unreal, she's in my bed, and my heart races with excitement.
Urgent, I start by removing the white T-shirt over her head. I need her skin. But then, I suddenly stop.
“What the…”
“Oh, yes... I forgot to mention it.” She giggles “Surprise?”
Her arms are fully tattooed. There's not a single inch of her skin that's not covered with ink.
“It was a necessity,” she quickly confesses.
“What do you mean?” I ask in confusion, as I observe her tattoos. She pushes me off her and rises.
I sit on the edge of the bed; I need to fix my rock-hard cock, which could be used as a fucking baseball bat right now.
Slowly she removes the hotel uniform in front of me, and I give her my full attention.
Oh my god, her body, it's sculpted, different, better,hotter. Defined muscles everywhere. She’s walking around the room nervous about this. I don’t know why.
“Well, when I started going out into the world, people had some problems reacting when they saw the... the…”
