Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"Give me a second." I say through gritted teeth. She studies my face, squirming in anticipation. I slowly pull back before thrusting forward into her again. I press my lips to hers as she moans.
"Sugar, this is going to be over really, really quickly." I breathe against her mouth. "But I promise I’ll make it up to you." She wraps her legs tighter around me urging me on. I pound into her several times before exploding into her. The relief is staggering. I press my face into her neck as I try to regain my breath, my body spasms with the aftershock of my orgasm.
"Fuck Lilly. I've missed you." She runs her fingers into my hair and stares at me, her startling eyes bare into me as though she can see into my very soul. God, I love her. I've tried to deny it to myself ever since I first realised it. Love is something I’ve always believed to be a naive childish fantasy, but looking at her right now there was no way to deny it any more. She owns me body and soul. I'm pretty sure she loves me too, but Lilly is guarded and anything but naive, her walls are still firmly intact, and I can't blame her for keeping them that way, feeling this way about someone else makes you vulnerable....and weak. I’d rather be weak with her than strong without her though.
Chapter 18 – Lilly
Panic settles as I realise what is about to happen to me again. "Shh, quiet now." He strokes my hair and bile rises in my throat. He lifts my nightie up and I scrunch my eyes together, praying that I pass out or something. I hear the unmistakeable sound of a fly unzipping and my heart breaks into a sprint.
"There's a good girl." He mumbles.
My eyes dart to the door, but it's closed. I will someone to come in, someone to help me, no-one does. I panic more, and my breathing accelerates. I can't move. Tears start to trickle down my temples as his weight presses down on me.
Acting completely on reflex I panic and push against the weight with all my force, leaping out of the bed. I stand beside the bed struggling to breathe as Theo looks at me with a worried expression on his face and both hands held up toward me. He's wearing only his boxers, his abs ripple in the morning light. It's okay, it's Theo. It was only a dream. Only a dream. It's Theo, I'm safe with Theo.
"Lilly? It's ok. I'm sorry." He speaks slowly as somebody would to a child. I struggle for breathe as my pulse still thunders in my ears.
"I'm..." How do I explain this? My body acted completely on instinct. "I was having a dream, you must have startled me." I laugh lightly, brushing it off.
He narrows his eyes."O-kaaay." He says quietly. I could kick myself, he was trying to wake me up very nicely and now he's acting like he's unsure around me. Damn it. I study him for a few more seconds before sighing and crawling onto the bed. I straddle his lap and look at him. He studies my face, a small frown line etched between his eyes. He reaches up and wipes under my eyes gently.
"Lilly, you're crying." He whispers. I shake my head and reach up wiping away the drop of moisture from my face, denying to myself the weakness that is steadily trickling down my cheek in the form of a lone tear.
He holds my face forcing me to look at him. "What was your dream about?" I avert my eyes from his, not wanting to talk to him about this. I'm not ready to tell him about this, I’m not sure I ever will be. That was the old Lilly, the weak Lilly. I don't want him to know that girl, or that she ever existed.
"I don't know. It was just a dream. I think I was being chased by someone." That’s plausible, everyone has those dreams right? He study's me intently before speaking.
"You're lying." He whispers, looking hurt. I place my hands on either side of his face, searching the depths of his beautiful eyes.
"There are some things you don't want to know. Maybe one day." I whisper, silently pleading with him to let it go. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, He nods his head once in acceptance.
I lean forward and gently press my lips to his. "Thank you." I whisper against his mouth. I’m grateful that he trusts me enough to let this go, for now.
"Now, you had best get ready to go. What time does the fight leave?" I'm sad that he's leaving today but I’m excited for Friday I've always wanted to go to Rome. I managed to get a day’s leave on Friday, so I'm taking an early morning flight.