Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
As we move on to more advanced techniques, I push her harder. Evelyn has potential, that much is clear, but she needs to be challenged to unlock it. Each time she falters, I’m there, offering guidance and encouragement.
"You're doing well, Evelyn," I say as she completes a particularly difficult maneuver. "But you need to trust yourself more. Trust the silk, trust your body."
She nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I will. I promise."
The hours fly by, the physical exertion blending with the thrill of seeing her progress. By the time we finish, I can tell her body is aching, but I can see the satisfaction in her eyes, the pride in what she’s accomplished.
"Good work today," I tell her, my eyes softening with approval. "We'll continue tomorrow."
As she leaves the tent, I watch her go, my mind racing with thoughts of the day and the spark that ignites whenever our eyes meet. It's more than just physical attraction; it's a meeting of kindred spirits, a shared understanding of the desire for freedom and expression.
I hold her gaze, a slow, seductive smile playing on my lips. "There's something about you, Evelyn. Something that drew me to you from the moment we met."
Her breath catches at my words. "I can feel it too," she admits, her voice barely a whisper.
I lean closer, my hand brushing against hers. The air between us crackles with tension, the pull of attraction too strong to resist. Slowly, tentatively, I close the distance, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that is both tender and passionate. Her body responds instinctively, a wave of desire flooding through her and through me. I’ve known this woman for a day but already my mind races with the possibility that she could be the one. The one I’ve been waiting for.
As our kiss deepens, the world fades away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the intoxicating embrace. My hands roam her body, my touch igniting a fire that burns hotter with each passing moment.
When we finally pull away, breathless and yearning, my eyes are dark with desire. "I want you, Evelyn," I murmur, my voice husky. "But only if you're ready."
She meets my gaze, her decision clear. "I'm ready," she whispers, a look of longing stirring in her eyes. I smile, sensing that she’s aware of the double meaning in my words.
Chapter Three
Evelyn
The sun barely peeks over the horizon as I step onto the dew-kissed grass of the circus grounds. The tents, vibrant and colorful, stand tall against the awakening sky. The air is crisp, carrying the faint sounds of morning preparations—whispers of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. My muscles already ache from yesterday's exertions, but I welcome the pain. It means I'm pushing myself, growing stronger.
I arrive at the aerialists' tent, a mix of nerves and determination swirling within me. Leo is already there, his presence commanding even in the early morning light. He’s been here before dawn, warming up, his movements fluid and precise. He turns as I approach, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. A nod of acknowledgment, and we begin.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice low, a hint of challenge lacing his words.
"Always," I reply, my resolve firm. I can't afford to be anything less.
We start with advanced stretches and strength-building exercises. Leo demonstrates each move with effortless grace, his body a testament to years of discipline and dedication. I mirror his movements, feeling the strain in my muscles, the burn of effort. I welcome it, pushing through the discomfort.
"Keep your back straight," Leo instructs, his voice calm yet authoritative. His presence is magnetic, drawing me in even as he challenges me to be better.
I adjust my posture, feeling the stretch intensify. We move on to the silks, my sanctuary and my challenge. I climb with increasing confidence, the fabric familiar in my hands. Leo watches, his gaze never leaving me. I execute a series of complex aerial maneuvers, my body moving in harmony with the silks.
As I perform a particularly challenging inversion, I feel Leo’s presence close behind me. His hands find my hips, firm and steady, guiding me. "Engage your core more," he instructs, his breath warm against my ear.
I nod, adjusting my form, feeling the muscles in my abdomen tighten. The proximity between us is electric, a current of energy that flows through me. I focus, pushing myself to hold the position, to perfect it.
"Good," Leo murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of approval and something deeper, something that sends a shiver down my spine.
The hours fly by, the physical exertion blending with the thrill of learning and improving. By the time we finish, my body aches in the best possible way, a reminder of the progress I’ve made. Leo stands before me, his eyes softening with approval.
"You've done well today," he says, a rare smile playing on his lips. "We’ll continue tomorrow."