After Breaking The Mark His Desperate Chase (Sarah) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 133 

“How are you so sure you aren’t mistaking this?” 

I shrug, dragging her hand holding my face so warmly to the center of my chest. The rapid beating my heart under her palm. Her eyes dart to meet mine. 

This tells me so.” 

She’s breaking under me. 

“I don’t know much about our pace, but to me, now is good. How about you?” 

She holds my eyes, searc Searching for any card 

the moment I fell goner 

r something to convince her to back out in all this. 

yet to play but she won’t find any. I laid them all down 

Her hands slide across my chest as she pulls me into a hug 

My nose buried in the crook of her neck where her scent enthralled me most. Selene’s face 

pressed up against my chest as she listened to my heartbeats in silence. Our arms tightly 

wrapped around each other when she whispers, 

“Now is good. Now is perfect.” 

She broke. 

And suddenly I found myself wanting to give my entirety to her. 

I knew I found my missing my piece. 

The blessing to my curse. 

If life was a garden with flowers representing the good, then I had a garden of thorns, Thorny vines that wrapped around my being. It’s grip- tight and unyielding. Then suddenly, for some strange reason, a lone flower grew in the midst of all the pain and suffering. A lone flower growing boldly in the cold darkness of my sanctuary. Encased in its beauty is warmth and serenity I’ve never felt before. A strong stem of trust. Green leaves of unspoken promises. Pink petals of fleeting kisses. 

A lone Wildflower in my garden of thorns. 

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My Selene, 

the wildflower of my heart. 

“I see you received the flowers.” 

I lift my head from his chest and give him a wry smile. Raizel and I were laying on the couch; well, technically Raizel was. 

was laying on top of him. 

I let my eyes drift to where he was looking and found him staring at the bouquet of 

wildflowers I knew he had gotten for me even without a card attached to it. 

“Yes, I did. They’re beautiful.” 

I mumble softly, all- 

chin against his ches 

elf the pleasure of being engulfed in his warmth. I rest my 

ard muscles under his shirt a surprisingly cozy cushion. In the 

silence of the room, I had realized something: I’ve quickly become addicted to this. 

Addicted to the contact between us. 

Addicted to the relief his presence brings me. 

It’s a little daunting how attached I got. And how quickly it all seemed to progress. The most 

confusing was how none of this felt wrong. It felt perfectly right. 

My focus laid on his face and every little detail I tried to burn into my memory. Like the 

way his dark hair somehow curls at the nape of his neck despite being gelled. Or how under 

his strong jawline was a small, barely visible beauty mark. The gray orbs staring back at me 

dances with a new type of tenderness. Melting around the irises with specs of vibrant silver 

I failed to notice before. His fingers play with the ends of my shirt, not daring to go touch 

the skin on my back but hover over it so I felt the comforting heat only his body could offer 

1. me. 

I bring my arms up, tracing the lines of his arms softly. 

His muscles tense but then–immediately go lax from my touch. As intimate as this position- was, with my chest firmly pressing against his, it was rather soothing. I enjoyed the way his chest would move up and down when he breathed, moving me along with him. The 

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sensation of his heart beating below me as we spoke was just as mesmerizing. 

Raizel makes a sound of unfocused acknowledgment, finding more interest in stroking the 

top of my head and pushing my baby hairs out of my face than my answer. His hand would 

linger a second longer on my temple before he would once again sweep my hair back from