Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
As if to punctuate my statement, he leans down and crushes his lips to mine, pulling my body up against his. The slickness of our flesh glides against each other as the shower stream rains down upon us. Breaking the kiss, Nick turns my body to face the tile walls. He grabs my hands and places them up against the white tile as he kisses and sucks my neck. I can feel the hardness of his cock poking my ass as he uses his feet to spread my legs further apart.
“I have to have you now. Not sweet. Not loving. Not slow and gentle. I need to fuck you hard. I want to hear you come as I fuck you from behind.”
I gasp in response as my sex spasms and my nipples tighten. I assist in spreading my legs and press my ass out in invitation. That is all it takes to feel Nick’s cock jut between my legs and find its destination at my waiting pussy. Not a delicate touch but an aggressive one—Nick thrusts his dick into my cunt in one forceful move.
“I want it hard. I want it quick. I want it now. I have to have you, Lyriope.”
I cry out at his invasion, needing more. Needing him deeper.
Knowing my body better than me, he does just that. He thrusts with an animalistic force, grunting as he does. I hold my position—palms flat, legs spread wide, ass out—in fear that even the littlest move will have Nick cease in his possession of my hungry body. He is dominating my soul. Claiming me as his. I am his, and his cock burrowing deep inside of me as my moans grow in intensity make that fact even more real.
Nick reaches around and cups my mound with his calloused palm, pulling me into his forceful thrust. His other hand rests near mine on the shower wall, stabilizing his force as he takes what he so desperately needs. What we both so desperately need. We can’t wait any longer. Our nightmare from last night is over, and from this point on, we can try to find normal. But first, our bodies demand. Our needs command to be heard.
Pushing in and pulling out.
Pushing in and pulling out.
“Come for me, Lyriope. Come.”
Nick finds my clit with his fingertip and I moan. Applying pressure as he moves in a circular motion is all it takes for me to follow his dictate. The muscles in my pussy contract and jolts of pleasure rock me, making me weak in the knees.
Nick’s loud, guttural moan tells me that he, too, is experiencing an intense orgasm as we both find pleasure under the warm shower and in the safety of his mansion.
We both stand there, using the shower wall to hold us up, catching our breath before Nick slaps my ass, the loud splashing sound of wet flesh against flesh ricocheting off the ceramic wall along with my squeal of delight. “I’m going to love having you around.”
I turn and wrap my arms around him, kissing him passionately on the lips. “Is that what happens next? Me sticking around?”
He kisses me hard, answering by action rather than words.
Yes, I guess I’m sticking around.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Lyriope
After I finish getting dressed and drying my hair, I make my way downstairs to find Nick. He isn’t in his study like he told me he’d be. He also isn’t in the dining room, and I consider calling out to him, but I don’t want to disturb the staff. It’s still early and I’m not sure when everyone starts their day. Plus, I am far from the lady of the house, and I still feel like an imposter or even an intruder to some extent. I know I’m welcomed, and I know that Nick claims he wants me here. But just like being at the Morelli mansion, I don’t feel like I belong.
I finally find Nick out on the back patio, sitting in the morning sun.
“I used to look up at the sky and see the color blue,” he says, sensing me approaching him.
“What do you see now?” I take the seat next to him and look out over his landscaped property that seems magnified in grandeur by the sunlight.
“Now… I see gray. You may look up and see that it’s clear. Bright sunrays casting down. But when I look up, I see the clouds coming. I can see that a storm’s brewing, and I’m always ready for it.” He reaches his hand out and takes mine in his. We sit side by side with our hands held like two lovers would do. “Until now. Until this morning. For the first time in my life… or at least the first time since I was a child, I see the color blue.”
“What’s changed?” I ask.
“You. Having you in my life. Having you alive and in my home. That’s the obvious answer.” He squeezes my hand. “But the answer that is so hard for me to process, or at least was hard to accept until last night is that I see the color blue in the sky because my heart knows how to love again. And I know that might sound cheesy. It might not sound like something I’d say, but I don’t give a fuck.” Nick repositions his body so he’s looking into my eyes. “I love you, Lyriope. I love you regardless that I swore I’d never allow myself to do so. I love you even though it could bring on the most ruthless storm of the century. I love you. I do.”