Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
She placed her palm on his cheek. The dark stubble had grown just past scratchy and was soft. He looked good enough to eat.
Isn’t that ironic?
He also smelled amazing. She felt a burst of affection for him.
He opened his eyes and showed her the most beautiful shade of blue she’d ever laid eyes on. He smiled a little, flashing perfect white non-elongated teeth, “Good morning, sunshine.” He turned toward and then kissed the palm of her hand.
“Brightest I’ve had in a while,” she said shyly.
He pulled her onto his body and shivers ran up her spine. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and touched his lips to her temple.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispered and ran her hands up his arms.
She didn’t know until he was back beside her just how much she’d missed this. She couldn’t imagine never ever having this again.
But was anything different? She knew there was a bottle of pills on the nightstand. Would they work? And beyond that what about everything else? What had changed? At this very moment all she really knew was that she was glad he was here, glad to feel him. It might be incredibly stupid but because he was here the hollow and gaping hole of emptiness was gone.
“Okay, talk to me,” she whispered.
“Not yet. Snuggle,” he pulled her tighter against him.
“Can’t breathe,” she whispered.
He loosened his grip a little.
She nuzzled into his neck, reached down and ran her hand up the ridge of his erection, then squirmed against it, hoping he’d throw her down and take her.
“Mmmm,” he murmured, the timbre of his voice making her body break out in goosebumps. He slid her yoga pants and panties down past her ass. Yes!
Then he threw his arms over his head and waited. “I was gonna make you wait,” he breathed, “Punish you…”
“Oh yeah?” she whispered and started to tongue his earlobe.
“But you may fuck me. Show me you’re sorry.”
“Oh, may I?” she giggled, feeling tingly in her nipples.
“You may,” he said sheepishly, eyes closed, “I still might give you a spanking later; I haven’t decided.”
“Hmmm. Promise?” she teased and squirmed up against him. He gave her a mischievous smirk. Kyla squirmed out of her pants and threw her top over her head and off to the side, then rolled his boxers down enough to get to his cock and squeezed it, watching him react. His eyes were still closed but his mouth opened slightly and then he bit down on his bottom lip. She took no time guiding him inside of herself. She was ready --- more than ready. She leaned forward, putting her neck over his mouth, offering her throat to him.
He kissed it lightly, threaded fingers into her hair, and then pulled her head back by the length of her ponytail a little roughly to gain access to her mouth. She whimpered with need. He kissed her voraciously. She gyrated, she squeezed the muscles of her inner walls, absorbing the feel of every inch of him inside of her. He released her hair and grabbed her hips. His hands felt like they were on fire. He moved her the way he wanted, creating a fluid motion as he continued to kiss her hungrily.
She groaned into his mouth, loving the cinnamon toast taste of him while being full of him, but wanting his teeth on her. She needed his teeth on her. Bad.
She nuzzled her throat across his mouth, giving him access again. He grunted a frustrated sound and then flipped her over onto her back, started to plunge deeper and harder into her, his eyes squeezed shut tight, an expression that looked like pain on his face.
“Baby,” she begged, grabbing his jaw with both hands. She wanted his emotions inside of her, wanted that humming inside her veins.
“Can’t,” he whispered and opened his eyes. There was definitely pain there; he closed them again, tight.
He wouldn’t look at her. He wouldn’t bite her. He seemed, suddenly, like he was broken. Was he so mad at her for leaving? Did he really hold that against her? Or was he afraid the monster would wake up if he tasted her blood? Fear and pain pierced her soul. Her heart sank. He stopped moving. He was just there, inside of her, his face buried into the pillow she was lying on. He was breathing hard.
She pushed all of her fear and negative thoughts out, planted a kiss on his shoulder, and clamped her legs tight around his waist. She wanted to take him to a happy place in her mind as she visualized his face, his smile, his dimples, and felt joy well up in side of herself.
He let out a little grunt and balanced his hands on the mattress and looked down at her. His eyes blazed a brilliant blue. Something flashed, something darker but the blue burned through.