by TorreS, Pet
He squeezes it briefly. His heart runs inside his chest. I can feel it when Larsson pulls me to him and hugs me. Silence falls heavily upon us. No more to say. Everything is clear to both of us.
We belong together, even under emotional turbulences.
Chapter 16
Sometime later...
International Airport of Rio de Janeiro
- Our honeymoon is delayed, but it will be worth it!
Larsson says holding tightly in my hand as we walk through the international airport. He walks quickly, with his 'black coat', dark jeans, black shoes and sunglasses in his eyes. Beside him, I'm wearing long barrel boots with a tiger pattern and a white flared dress. My hair is loose and over my eyes there are brown sunglasses.
Within a few hours the plane goes toward India.
That's where we're going to get our delayed honeymoon.
***
Two days later...
We finally made it to India after more than 48 hours of flight. Larsson had made reservations at a hotel and this time we arrived to the room bringing all our luggage. The hotel room style is exotic and very beautiful.
The room walls are made with varnished wood. The doors and windows are also made of wood.
The huge curtains are of silk in red colors. In the central wall of the bed there is an Indian frame, with the painting of a Bengal tiger.
Larsson looks at the picture and smiles.
- Perfect Painting!
He says. I look at the painting as well.
Beside the double bed there are wood tables with lampshades. On another wall there's a fully decorated table and colored candles.
- I urgently need a bath.
Larsson says, removing his 'coat' from his body.
***
He walks to the bathroom and sees a round bathtub with varnished wooden details. The water in the tub is dark. On it there are hundreds of red rose petals. On the wooden table next to the tub there's a silver bucket containing a tasteful champagne, two crystal glasses. Two decorated burning candles, two white bathrobes and red roses on them. There's also four yellow lamps illuminating the four corners of the tub.
- Finally we are in India! I can't wait to meet the forest of India! I want to see the Bengal tigers!
Larsson says, taking all of his clothes and then getting naked in the bathtub. I stand looking at him in the water. The place is fascinating.
- What are you waiting?
He questions.
- Get over here! The water is delightful!
Within moments, I make my body naked. Untie the bun on top of my head and my hair falls heavily in the middle of my back. First I put my right foot into the water and then I place the other.
Sitting in the bathtub, in front of Larsson, I start to wet my face with my hands. Some rose petals stick to my shoulder and with the flow of the water, they fall back down and float on top of the dark water.
Larsson fills the glasses of champagne and gives me one for myself and one for him.
- Without that toasting thing! I hate it!
He grumbles and drinks a portion of the champagne. Silently I do the same. My eyes are fixed on his image before me. His wet hair make him sexy. Larsson looks a gift from the water to me.
After some time, he takes the crystal cup from my hand and puts it back on the wooden table, together with its.
His green eyes narrow and he stares at me gravely. I keep facing him too.
Waves form in the tub and I feel his hands touching my hips. Larsson pulls me to him. I muffle a murmur. His biggest finger of all slides above the line of my spine. My body shivers. I close my eyes and feel his lips wildly sucking my breasts, my neck, my throat and finally my lips.
My arms squeeze his neck while our lips enter into constant struggle. Our tongues are our favorite weapons in this dispute.
His arms lift me up and purposefully my body begins going up and down slowly as I release some gentle and more acute moans.
Larsson enters me with tenderness and then with violence. His breathing weighs. He compresses my lungs and desperately licks the tip of my right breast.
His right hand squeezes my left breast from the bottom up, densely. I release another scream, my body shakes with so many mixed feelings at the same time.
He goes in and out of me, sometimes quick and others slow. I'm delirious, close my eyes and throw my head back. He does the same, as I continue moving my hips gently against his lower limbs.
My hands firmly hold the sides of the bathtub, from side to side. I keep my body further up, coming and going with Larsson's strong thrusts inside me.
Another moan occurs. This time longer. My hands move away from the side of the tub and I fall over Larsson, completely exhausted, with the feeling that I reached orgasm. He also relaxes and hugs me.
We remain quiet with our rapid breathing. With our hearts jumping without compass within us.
Chapter 17
India Forest
- You look beautiful!
Larsson confesses looking at me. I'm with my hair down, with a short blouse, my belly is out. My skirt is long, of thin fabric and all embroidered with gold sequins. My outfit is red. On top of my head is a scarf and also a golden pendant hanging in the middle of my forehead.
- You too.
I correspond the compliment looking at him, with his 'black overcoat', which is open at the front. Part of his tiger tattoo is seen by my eyes. He has dark jeans and black shoes.
He smokes a cigarette and looks around.
- My God! Where are those Bengal tigers? I came to this place just to see them!
Larsson grumbles. We are standing on top of a concrete bridge. From the top we can see part of India's forest.
- Be patient Larsson, we arrived here a short time ago. Maybe they're busy with something. Tigers cannot guess you came here only to see them.
Larsson remains silent and hugs me from behind. I'm still standing with my back to him. He again smokes his cigarette and the smoke rises.
After a while, Larsson gets exalted, but doesn't remove his arms from my abdomen.
- I'm seeing one!
He says, removing his sunglasses. The Bengal tiger walks slowly towards us, however under the concrete bridge.
Larsson's smile widens. He has just seen a precious good.
- Are you seeing him, Emily?
- Yes, it's perfect!
Larsson blinks saying.
- I really love these animals! It seems that I have their DNA.
The Bengal tiger stops and sits. He is in a location where we can see it from the front. He looks at us and roars. Another smile emerges in Larsson's lips.
But at that moment he diverts his gaze from the four-legged animal and puts his hand under my throat. His lips steal a kiss from me. He still stares at me, staring intently into my eyes. His hand still has my throat. He finally says in a low, timid voice.
- I love you Emily Fontana.
His hand releases my throat and I go back to look forward. I'm in the clouds. Finally I hear him say that he loves me. Larsson Tiger never told me that before. We needed to come to India, the country of Bengal tigers, for him to confess it to me.
The confession that I so waited in my life and now she came of a sudden, without me wait for it...
Half dazed, I look around and try to focus on the Bengal tiger in front of us.
Larsson sits the tip of his chin on my shoulder and keeps looking at the animal. His arms become tighter around me. His heat is wonderful, I feel like I will feel it for the rest of my life.
- If there's a next life, I wish to be a tiger.
Larsson William Tiger confesses, while both of us are looking at the same direction. Direction which leads us to a beautiful image of a Bengal Tiger sitting in front of us.
Not even the tiger obsession or the Robbed virginity prevented the Ardent affection between us.
And the Forced penance generated a new Larsson William TIGER.
However, the seed of love f
inally blossomed in his Renascent soul and developed our infinite apex in the ‘Eros Love’.
THE END
Excerpt from
Club of Virgins
is the name of the new young adult romance by Pet Torres, author of the TIGER OBSESSION Series.
Club of Virgins is a romance that tells the story of young Peta. She is a young woman who is going through a difficult time in her life.
Her solution is controversial and irreversible.
After three years, she enters college and meets a young man from a conservative family.
Something Peta did in her past could now haunt her in the future.
Prologue
Peta
I am Petalouda, better known as PETA.
The origin of my name is Greek. My mother chose this name because it means butterfly in the Greek language.
Culturally and historically butterflies express transformation, the soul, freedom, luck, sensuality and the psyche.
My mother has always been a great admirer of butterflies.
I was born on March 4 and the number four in the animal game of chance is represented by the figure of a butterfly.
So it is that so many butterflies are in my life ...
Well folks, the Club of Virgins is open for business ...
Pet is a young woman who is going through the worst nightmare of her life. Her mother is sick and in order to save her, Pet will have to sacrifice her purity secretly.
Three years later, she meets a young man at college called Natanael. He is from a traditional and conservative family.
Something Peta did in her past may haunt her in the future.
Chapter 1
Peta
When I turned eighteen, I decided to get a tattoo on my body. Early on, my mother was against this idea. She wanted to change my mind and make me forget this concept, but when she realized that no matter how hard she tried this would never happen, she decided to support me.
“All right, Peta, you have convinced me. Here's the money to get that crap tattoo!”
She raised a hand to me and I saw some notes. A fifty dollar note was between her fingers.
“What a costly tattoo!” She grunted and inhaled her cigarette. Yes, unfortunately my mother had been a smoker for over ten years. She started this damn vice a few years after my father’s death.
Finally, I reached out and I took the money and looked into her face.
“It is costly because I’m getting more than one.” I smiled at my mother and then moved my lips to her cheek and kissed it.
“Thank you, Mom! I love you, you know?”
My mother smiled after inhaling again and turned her back to me. She turned and headed towards the kitchen to begin preparing our lunch.
“Ah, the things I do for you!” She grumbled. “I am a very silly mother.”
I ran toward the front door, tucking the money into the pocket of my denim shorts.
“You're the best mom in the world!” I screamed as I opened the door and ran out. “Never doubt it!”
I ran outside the house.
Hours had passed by and I was still in the room of the tattoo artist, sitting on a table with my back to him. I felt his hand holding my skin as he tried to find the best way to start making the final drawing on my back.
“It will hurt a bit!” He warned me.
The tattooer was in a white coat, wore glasses on his face and his hands were protected by disposable gloves.
Moments later, I bit my lips and groaned when finally the electric needle began to pierce my skin.
It took hours for the tattoos on my body to finally be finished. This was a huge sacrifice on my part, but I think all this effort was worth it because I would not have had such a beautiful design on my back.
It was night when I got home. My mother was worried about my delay and had filled my phone with calls not knowing I could not return her calls. I was simply too busy in the tattooer's room and also I knew exactly what my mother’s questions would be:
Where are you?
What time will you get home?
You will not be late, right?
I stepped into the living room and saw my mother sitting on the couch in front of the TV. She had smoked more than a dozen cigarettes in my absence.
“You are so late! I was worried about you! I did not even know that tattoos take such a long time!” She complained and began to light another cigarette. Maybe now she should smoke another cigarette in the form of thanks.
“Yes, it took quite some time.” I smiled. “But it was worth it mother! My tattoos are beautiful!”
“I want to see them!” She said looking at me.
My mother had light brown hair. Her eyes were light brown also. I was a redhead, a natural redhead, my eyes were blue and my skin and body was freckled. I had inherited the physical characteristics of my father. He was Dutch. When he migrated to our country, he met my mother and they were married.
My father died seven years after coming to Brazil and my mother raised me on a pension which was barely enough for both of us. It was our only maintenance.
“Come, daughter! Show me these tattoos!”
“Calm down, Mom. Wait till I take off my shirt,” I said, turning my back to her. I pulled up my blouse, it went over my head. Soon I was just in my pink bra with white polka dots.
“My God, daughter!” My mother said looking at my back. “It looks beautiful! I love it!”
My tattoo was of four colorful butterflies that were flying in the direction of my shoulder. I chose this design not only to honor myself but also to honor my mother.
She loved butterflies.
Chapter 2
A few months later...
Peta
I held my mother’s hand as she lay in a hospital bed. My mother had not felt well, feeling out of breath. There was no alternative but to take her to the public hospital. It was the only solution. She was having difficulty breathing.
“Are you feeling any better?” I tried to smile at her. I thought my mother needed my smile at that time. She was depressed, had not slept during the night and she had become emaciated from one night to the other.
“Yes. I think so.” She looked around and saw other beds occupied with sick women. Some were young and others were older than her.
“Daughter, I cannot stand this place! I want to go home.”
Desperately she grabbed my arm.
“Calm down, mother,” I said holding her hand. There was still a drip with serum inserted in her right arm. “The doctor said that first you need to do some tests. But soon you will be able to come home.”
She smiled weakly and turned her head to one side. She was wearing a striped pajama. Up to the height of her waist was a thin sheet.
“I want a cigarette!” She murmured.
“No cigarettes!” I quickly said. “Now you are in this hospital, you’ve been having trouble breathing and it’s precisely because of those damn cigarettes.”
My mother looked back at me and frowned.
“You're right,” she finally conceded.
After the test results had come through the doctor asked me to come to his room which was in a hallway to the left. I entered the place and sat in the chair facing a doctor with the white beard. He was old and had extensive experience in medicine.
His fingers stroked some patient files. My mother’s record was just above the others. I could read her name. I just did not know what the doctor would say.
“Well, young lady ...” He began saying. I continued looking earnestly at his face.
“I have taken a look at your mother’s results ...”
The doctor looked away.
I started to get nervous. The doctor was delaying talking about the health of my mother.
“Please, doctor! Tell me about my mother’s health! She's fine, right doctor?”
Again the doctor looked at me. Quickly my eyes ran down his white lab coat and I saw his doctor badge with his name embroidered in gre
en.
DR. AUDI
CARDIOLOGIST
“I'm sorry, but one of your mother’s heart valves is blocked. She needs to be operated on urgently or…”
He paused. My eyes filled with tears. Hearing this was like someone pointing a gun in my direction and shooting me in the chest.
“She will probably not be able to go on for much longer without the surgery.”
“What are you telling me, Doctor?”
Another tear rolled down my face. The doctor looked at me sympathetically.
“Your mother needs to undergo heart surgery and it needs to be done as soon as possible. However, I will be brief and clear with you. If you are waiting for the SUS to perform this surgery, almost certainly your mother will die sitting on the standby bench.”
He looked down.
“So I advise you to use a particular surgeon, a private surgeon. It will cost around $ 15,000.”
Desperately, I said, “We do not have that kind of money! My mother receives a pension that is barely enough for the both of us, doctor.”
“I understand.”
The doctor leaned his elbows on his desk. “If you can somehow get fifteen thousand dollars a work colleague could perform this surgery in a particular clinic. That clinic is very good. And he's a great surgeon,” he said handing me the clinic’s card with the surgeon's name and his telephone number on it.
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