Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Come for me. Let me make you good again.”
My body shudders at his words. A rush of my wetness spills out of me, making him groan. “Just fucking let go, baby. You’re a precious little slut, and all of you is mine now. The good and the bad. The pure and the poison. Just stop thinking and let it go.” And I do. Again. It’s like a well of emotions and pleasure opens and runs over all the sadness and guilt. The waves twirl over and over like a current. And all of them reach to the shore, finally, finally.
Finally.
My body tightens and my consciousness sort of… slips. With ripples of unimaginable pleasure. Rapturous pleasure. Heaven itself.
And I just let go.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls. “You feel so fucking good. You were made for me my little red whore. Perfect.”
And then with another primal thrust of his strong body, clenching his ass and gripping me close, he thrusts into me again and again, big hands gripping my butt, before kissing me one last time and coming hard and deep, all the way inside me.
The sun is slowly coming up over the horizon, beyond the frosted pine trees, when he bundles me up and lays me in bed. I’m spent. He brought me to that mountain top five more times with his mouth, his fingers and again with his thick manhood only this time, with me on top.
It was freeing. I let myself just be without thought or judgement. Come what may, this place, this man is my re-birth.
“You stay there, you hear me? No fucking running from me now. We clear?” There’s a smile in his voice, but he looks serious as a heart attack even still.
“Yes.”
“Because I like you, but I’m not fucking fighting a wolf pack for you. Got it?”
I nod up at him. And then blink once. And say, “You sure?”
He turns away, shaking his head, and turns on the light in the little bathroom, separated from the rest of the cabin by a simple curtain. The sound of running water fills the air. “Time to get you cleaned up, Little Red.”
My eyes suddenly feel heavy and sleepy. I didn’t sleep well, but I’m sure he didn’t sleep at all. But now, now I feel safe and warm and okay. “Thank you for coming up here. I don’t know why you did, but thank you for protecting me.”
He looks at me over his shoulder. Like he wants to explain, wants to tell me something he hasn’t yet. His eyebrows furrow a little and he looks serious, concerned. But whatever it is, he lets it go. “I come up here a lot, and I’m glad I was here today. Maybe that’s the silver lining to being an insomniac.”
“Well, if all your pillows are like this one.” I make a face at the flat horror pretending to be a pillow on the bed. “It’s no wonder you don’t sleep.”
“Naw, not like that. You’ll see soon enough.”
With the bath drawn, he helps me out of bed. My legs are unsteady. Again, I feel exposed and vulnerable in front of him, especially by the bright unshaded bulb in the bathroom. But I stay close, clinging to him almost. Because while he may not make me feel exactly pure, he at least makes me feel a little better than I have in a long while.
chapter six
Davis
I dry her carefully after her bath, caressing every inch with the tattered towels that have been up here for years. She’s so fucking beautiful I hardly feel worthy. But here we fucking are.
I carry her, newlywed-style, from the bathroom back to the bed and lay her down to rest. The fire is stoked to keep it balmy in here so she can parade around naked and not be cold.
Her pretty Money blue eyes are heavy with sleep, her delicate cheeks pinked with the warmth of the water. In my chest, I’m feeling feelings I’ve never felt for a woman. The desire to protect her. The desire to keep her safe. The desire—nah, the fucking need—to take her apart so that in I can put her back together with something we created together growing inside her.
I make sure she’s safe and warm in the bed, bundled up in blankets, hair damp and curled. Then I drag myself away from her and step outside. The cold morning air stings my face and I crack my neck side to side. Fuck. Fuck.
Now that I’m away from her, I can take a step back from the last handful of hours. And the seriousness of what just happened makes itself crystal fucking clear.
What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck was that?
It was like she fucking mesmerized me. Bewitched me. But all that shit about impurity, that’s not the reason. Actually, it’s the opposite. It’s her purity, her innocence, her beauty that drew me to her.