Twin Flames: Soul Memory

Erotic
Paranormal by Alix Richards

An accident wipes away Joy
Lyons-Morgan's memories, but she's haunted by visions and dreams of
a man she loves unconditionally. How will she find him without even
knowing who she is?

Jairo Silverthorne
understands his and Joy's struggles over being Twin Flames. They
mirror and magnify each other in everything, including positives
and negatives. So, where is she and why can't she hear his
need?

Separated and alone, can
Twin Flames find their way back to each other with only soul
memories to light their way?

Twin Flames: Soul Memory

by Alix Richards

Published by MuseItUp Publishing at
Smashwords

ISBN: 978-1-77127-250-6

Copyright 2013 Alix
Richards

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I’d like to dedicate this to my Gram
Betty

who said I should write down the
stories I told.

She always said I’d go
far.

And to my own ‘twin
flame,’

my real life ‘Jairo’

without him this story wouldn’t
exist.

I’d also like to thank Stacy
and Wendy who believed in me when I couldn’t, Steph for not letting
me quit and Shayla for the series title. Kay Dee for taking time to
help me clean it up, Creative Crits and Ro who helped get the
beginning in order, hugs to all of you. I also want to give a great
big thank you to my publisher, editors, and cover artist who
without them I couldn’t bring this to you. Thank you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

Plato wrote 2,500 years ago…”And when one of them meets with
his other half, the actual half of himself, the pair are lost in an
amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be
out of the other’s sight even for a moment…”

Twin flames, soul mates, and the other variations of the same
have been around for thousands of years. The following series of
stories are my take on the concept of soul mates, twin souls…or any
title they may carry. Together there is only one in this form. The
one who is our mirror image yet complete opposite. The dream of
dreams, our divine match.

~Alix Richards

Jairo held Joy’s sleeping form close and watched her sleep. He
brushed her hair away from her face. His breath caught at the
tender emotion flooding his senses.

She was everything right within his world.

Her heart beat against his chest and each time she exhaled,
the warm air caressed his flesh-like fingertips. There were no
words, in the languages he spoke, to describe the enormity of what
he felt for this woman curled into his side.

She matched him in every way possible and accepted his faults
as her own.

If she only knew how beautiful she is to me, how precious she
is.

He wanted to sleep, but couldn’t take his gaze from
her.

Something akin to fear taunted him. He despaired that he would
close his eyes only to awaken later to find their relationship
advances had been nothing more than a dream, and they were still
physically apart. Jairo knew he would not survive that sort of life
cruelty. He’d experienced Joy far too long in the dreamscape before
they hooked up physically.

He tightened his arm, as if holding her closer would keep the
terror at bay and give assurance they were together in the physical
realm.

Joy saw him for who he truly was and she still took that step.
She opened her arms and heart to him in a way no other ever had.
Unconditional love and acceptance of all he was and could become,
she embraced. Including the animals he sheltered within his
body.

Tears burned the backs of his eyelids and he swallowed. She
was a real person and not a figment of his imagination, a wondrous
gift from the Ancient Gods.

Every second he spent with Joy he loved her more, if that were
even possible. Her laugh made his heart trip over its beats and her
smile…her smile gave him utter peace.

Her selfless surrender to him demanded nothing in
return.

Until I move too slow in uniting our bodies, that’s when
she becomes demanding.

The corner of his lips tipped up at the memory of her
fingers tangled in his hair and her mouth feeding from his. She did
not command, yet at the same time, she
was
the commander.

Joy may have been at his mercy, but Jairo was the one on his
knees.

Every time they came together, she continued to push and press
him. She didn’t tease, but when she wanted to continue a
conversation, no amount of persuasion on his part changed her
mind.

When she softened—he lived for those moments.

Suddenly the urge to wake her and make love to her stole the
air from his lungs. Before he could evaluate the surge of panic, he
lifted her leg and draped it over his hip. With gentle fingers, he
probed Joy’s silken jewel and took her lips lovingly with his.
Jairo wanted her ready for him.

He needed the ultimate closeness that only their bodies
entwined gave him. Her low moan and the pooling of moisture on his
hand told him she would receive him. Feeding from her mouth like
savoring a delicacy, he eased inside Joy’s satiny heat.

Her breath hitched and arms tightened around him, her fingers
clenched the strands of hair near his scalp. The tingle of pain
enhanced his pleasure and triggered his canines.

“
Jair—”

He continued to slide in and out in a gentle motion, desiring
to show Joy exactly what he felt for her and what she meant to him.
She was his everything and so much more.

“
Te amo—” Jairo nibbled along her jaw to where her pulse beat
wildly. “Siempre te amare. Tu eres mi vida, mi ser.”

Canines broke through his gum line and he bit down until the
soft obstruction of her skin gave way. Copper ambrosia filled his
mouth, coating his tongue. Linked by body and blood, they were
one.

“
Mi amor.” Her arms tightened around his neck.

My love…she called me her love.

If love was blood, it flowed through his body. In all their
time together Joy hadn’t ever spoken Spanish, said she had not
learned it. She spoke some French, had taken it in high school. To
hear the words of his mother’s native tongue on her lips…pride
surged through him.

She is so damn beautiful and mine.

Jairo tensed his jaw after withdrawing his fangs and forced
his body to remain at the leisure pace he started. This was for Joy
and their connection, not for release, an expression of the
profound commitment between them.

Their bound souls…one heart.

* * *
*

“
I can’t talk you out of it, can I?” Jairo set Joy’s suitcase
on the floor beside the door and straightened. He silently pled
with her to stay, but couldn’t bring himself to say the words
aloud.

“
If I’m going to do this, I need to do it myself.” She stepped
close to him and looped her arms around his neck. “I have the
meeting set up for tomorrow evening. Besides, what type of
girlfriend would I be if I didn’t keep my word?”

“
Not a bad one, that’s for damned sure.” He
palmed her hip, brushed a stray blonde hair back, and kissed her.
Pulling back, he added, “I didn’t expect you to follow through with
it. It’s not like you
need
to work.”

“
I may not need to work, but I lost the bet.” She ran the tip
of her tongue along his lips. “It is my dream, something I’ve
always wanted. You achieved yours, now it’s my turn.”

The memory of their game the night before flowed through his
mind. Joy bet him he couldn’t make her laugh by tickling her, that
she wasn’t ticklish…he won and she laughed.

“
If your tantalizing tongue keeps that up you’ll miss your
flight.” Gripping her hips, he brought her closer to his
unencumbered hardness. He wanted her again. “And the backing you
are applying for will be lost.”

“
I understand now why you don’t like clothes.” She giggled and
planted a kiss in the hollow of his throat.

“
I’m all for nudists, baby.” He backed her toward the door and
pressed her into the wood. With his hands on either side of her
head, he leaned in and kissed her deep.

“
Nudists, huh?”

“
Oh yeah.” He followed Joy as she turned her head to the side.
“Being naked all the time would be an awesome feeling. Of course,
you wouldn’t be able to leave the house without
clothing.”

“
What?” She moved her head and shoved at his chest, giggling.
“That’s not fair.”

“
It’s completely fair. I can’t have other males looking at
your sexy body. It could cause trouble, of the life ending
kind.”

“
Seriously, Jairo?” The faint tint of pink on her cheeks
reminded him of how she saw herself.

She honestly believed she was average in the looks
department.

Hell, if she only knew I have a perpetual hard-on whenever she
is nearby. Fuck, her scent drives me crazy and her laugh— yeah, I’m
screwed when she’s around. And I love every tormented second of
it.

“
You know I don’t lie, baby.” He dipped his head to her throat
and nuzzled her.

“
I know.” Joy sighed and pulled him closer. “Can we make this
work?”

“
I believe we can.” Jairo dragged the tip of his tongue along
her jaw and then pulled back. “Why, don’t you?”

“
I want to believe we can.” She kissed his forehead. Her
breath ruffled his hair. “We are two very different species though.
Plus, I’m an American and you aren’t.”

“
So that’s what this is all about.” He grinned and pressed a
kiss to her lips. “We’re both hybrids, Joy. The countries we grew
up in or live in mean little.”

“
You honestly believe your felines will get along with mine?”
She kissed the tip of his nose. “I don’t know of too many black
panthers, tigers, and jaguars that can dwell together safely
without killing each other.”

“
You’re looking at this as it is out in nature, not confined
in the body of a human.” Jairo traced her mouth and brushed a
caress across her nose, making her smile. “Trust me, mi amor, it
has happened often throughout the history of our kind. It will
work.”

“
Truly?”

“
Truly.” He kissed her long and deep, wanting to erase the
concern he sensed inside her. “I have faith in us, baby. That’s
what matters.”

Again, the urge to be inside her stole his breath. Jairo
couldn’t put his finger on it, but he’d swear something was going
to happen. The sensation unsettled him. The terror he’d lose her
drowned his senses. Dread sank into the pit of his
stomach.

“
Are you all right?” Concern reflected in Joy’s pale eyes like
a punch in the gut.

People cared about him, not in this way though. This was
different. She wanted nothing from him, yet she loved him anyway.
She didn’t want to change him in any way.

Joy refused to let him finance her dream, a dance club
catering to the young crowd. She wanted to do it on her own,
through her hard work.

“
Yeah.” He teased her lips with his, pushing the worry
back.

“
Jairo, I can’t miss my flight.”