Free A Thousand Years (Soulmates Book 1) by Brigitte Ann Thomas

friends came in.
                  Dylanne was tired of seeing her cry and mope for months on end, so she ambushed Anabell at her house with six of their friends and eight pairs of rented roller skates and helmets. Dylanne even dove into her closet to pick out a cute outfit for Anabell to wear.
                  Anabell was clumsy at best, a danger to her friends at worst, on the skates. A friend on each side, holding her hands, was the only thing that kept her on her feet. Once they thought she was maintaining her balance properly, they let her go without warning.
                  She made it about ten feet before she started going too fast, falling forward, and landed hard on her knees and elbows on the asphalt. She knew there was something wrong with her elbow, but she had her friends help her up and she kept going. It was the first time since the breakup that she realized that she could pick herself up and go on with her life.
                  They skated until it was dark and the streetlights kicked on. And by the end of that day, Anabell could skate – just not very well.
                  She had no idea that he had been watching her that long – or at all. She never even felt a strange presence that day. After seeing Eadric’s need to protect her, she knew that it must have taken him a lot of willpower to keep himself in the shadows when she was hurt. There was no denying he loved her. His faith in her moved her beyond words.
                  Maybe she needed to fall again – and this time, trust that he would be there to catch her.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
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                  Not trusting her voice, Anabell grabbed Eadric's hands and helped him to his feet. He gave her a questioning look that she dismissed with the shaking of her head. She walked him out of the room and across the small piece of hall into the master bedroom.
                  Eadric turned around, walking backwards into the center of the room. Using their still joined hands, he tugged Anabell forward and wrapped his arm around her hips to pull her in close.  
                  “Are you sure, Anabell? It’s all or nothing.” She draped her arms around his neck and drew his head down to hers, forehead to forehead.
                  “Then I’m all in, Eadric. You’re right. I can’t half do this – I want all of you.”
                  For the first time since he brought her to the castle, Eadric took a good look at her. Loose curls tumbled down her shoulders like a waterfall, the darkness of her hair emphasizing the lightness of her skin. Her dark red bra was overflowing with the milky white flesh, teasing him.
                  The dark jeans were already unbuttoned and begging for him to tear them off her body. The tiny gap there let him know that her panties matched her bra. He could only imagine the lush curve of her backside in the silky material.
                  She was absolutely gorgeous.
                  Anabell traced the thick rope of muscles on the back of his neck as she worked her fingers down to his back to find the thick braid there. His hair was softer than she thought it would be.               Undoing the strip of leather he used to keep it tied, she carefully unwound his hair until she was all the way to the nape of his neck and it fell around his face and shoulders like a shimmery curtain of gold.
                  His bright blue eyes stared into hers as she grabbed a small handful his hair and used it to bring his lips to hers. His kiss was heaven on earth.
                  Eadric slid his hands down her hips and cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her up until she wrapped her legs around his back, holding onto his shoulders to keep herself balanced. All without breaking the kiss.
                  Keeping one