Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I don’t reply. I can’t. I should push him away, but I don’t.
I’m hit with a ton of emotions—surprisingly to me—the strongest one being my need for him. I hate it. I don’t want to admit it, but it’s there in the forefront, ripping me to pieces.
As if knowing just how much I need him and in which way, he wraps himself around me. One hand covers my right breast, the other clasping my throat. He doesn’t squeeze.
Instead, his thumb caresses the soft flesh behind my ear. My spot. He remembers my triggers.
He hasn’t moved to thrust inside me, but I can feel him pulsing against me, hot and heavy. I shiver, my sex squeezing with want for him. It’s the soft trail of kisses against my shoulder that causes me to break.
“Please don’t,” I gasp.
“Shh,” he coos. “I need you, but I won’t take this any further. I can feel you’re not ready.”
“Then, get your hands off of me,” I bite out, but it sounds feeble, even to my ears.
Instead of releasing me, he flicks my nipple with his thumb and my ear with his tongue. My chest starts to heave, my sex weeps in expectation, and my body trembles. I know the power behind this man’s touch. He has yet to show me even an inch of what he’s capable of.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into my ear, placing his forehead against the back of my head.
Silence fills the room as I wait for him to release me. I don’t want his apology, so I don’t acknowledge it. I hold my tongue. I won’t unleash my anger like this. I want to look him in his eyes when I place the final nail in the coffin.
Only, as he continues, I realize he’s not apologizing for the past. I stiffen in his hold, holding my breath. His words are a wrecking ball to my resolve.
“I’ll never be able to walk away from you. I’m alive when I’m with you. In the last seven years, very little has meant anything to me. I’ve fought with this for so long.
“You were my greatest sacrifice to build the life I’ve built for myself. In the end, I realized that none of it has meant a thing without you. Moments that should have been ours together have felt so hollow.” He takes a pause, blowing out a breath that fans against my neck and warms my skin.
“I’ve never stopped loving you. From time to time, I’m going to forget that things aren’t the same between us. My mind and heart have to learn the time has passed for when there wasn’t a second thought of sliding between your legs and diving deep inside you.
“In my heart, you are forever mine. I apologize now for all the moments that I’ll forget things are any different.” With that, he tips my head back, covering my lips with a searing kiss.
I can taste myself all over his mouth and tongue. I whimper as he kisses me breathless. If I were a weaker woman, I would reach for his hard dick and guide it inside me, but I’m not.
He may not know or remember the hurt he has caused, but I remember enough for both of us. When he finally releases my lips, I push at his chest, wiggling my way free of his possessive hold. I’m strong enough, but I’m not fool enough to stand in the path of temptation.
I climb from the bed, feeling the shredded fabric of my panties hanging around my waist. I tug down the hem of the T-shirt I took from one of his drawers.
There’s a closet filled with things for me, but I wandered into his closet and took this shirt after my bath last night. I hadn’t consciously done it, only noticing what I’d done as I climbed into bed. Another thing I questioned myself about most of the night.
“My things still look good on you,” he murmurs while giving me a heated stare.
I want to tear the shirt off and toss it at him. Instead, I turn and stomp my way into the bathroom. I need space.
I need space because if he were anyone else, I would’ve tried to beat the shit out of him for climbing into my bed without my consent and devouring my pussy the way he did.
You needed a release. He gave you one.
The words sound like total BS to my brain. I’m in trouble. I reach for my swollen lips and groan. Big trouble.
I’ve told myself a huge lie. I could totally lose my heart to him all over again.
Remember. If you let the memories surface this will be easy. You’ve made bigger sacrifices than he has.
I shake my head. I can’t open that box. I can’t allow myself to remember the past. It’s too much and it will destroy me.