Rakshasa Girlfriend: Safiya (special preview)

“Mama! Mama!” Zizi runs up to me, handing me one of the small wrapped candies. “Here. Try one. They’re so good.”

I smile, recognizing the candy very well. “Don’t eat too many. I don’t want you getting sick now.”

Benjamin grins, standing up and walking over towards me. His long black hair falls off his shoulder and his shirt is unbuttoned, showing off the dark pelt on his chest. “I needed a break,” he replies and looks back in on the kids. “Needed some smiles.”

I nod and watch Zizi collect the wrappers from the ground. She was always crafty, so as she pocketed empty wrappers I knew she had some sort of plan in mind.

“I think we do.” I smile softly at him. I touch his cheek and wipe my paw along his forehead. “You’re getting so dark.”

He holds my wrist and kisses my paw. “All this sun. I’m not worried about it.”

I pull my paw back and look around. “You can’t do that here.”

He furrows his brow at me then gazes back into the cave. “I’m sorry. I know.”

I fold my hands together and follow his gaze into the cave. “We can’t do this, Benjamin. Not now.”

Benjamin glances back at me. “No one will know. But I know Safiya. That’s what matters.” He looks at Zizi and smiles. “It’s just when I see you I remember all those stolen nights together.”

I frown and nod. “Yes. I am aware.”

“That one blessed night stands out,” he whispers as his eyes sparkle. “I never forget that feeling.”

I look at him and glare. “It is best you forget them now and put it all behind you. I must place myself fully behind Bastat now. I have to help rebuild.”

“I can still love you, even if you have to do that.” He touches my cheek and I lean into it. “I’ll always love you Fifi.”

I nuzzle to his hand a second longer before stepping away. “Zizi,” I call out weakly as I walk into the cave. “Why are you picking up all those wrappers?” I tried to focus on her and push the memories of Benjamin away.

From the moment we first met well over ten years ago, we were pulled to one another. For years we carried on our heated and passionate affair, making love until the sun came up and stealing more moments in between. I had never met a man with so much vigor and intensity. Everytime we made love it was like it was to be his last.