Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I knew how crazy my story sounded, but not once did he question me or doubt my words. He believed me. That was the biggest thing. He believed me and took my side.
The gentle, golden hue starts seeping through the curtains, the first rays of sunlight filtering in. Back at the compound, I liked to wake up early because I had those first few hours to myself. I used to get up and walk around, enjoying having the whole place to myself, and pick up flowers to put on my bed stand. It was before I lost my freedom and got told what to do for the rest of the day.
I stretch my arms, Damien’s warmth still clinging to me. I want to stay here but it’s also nice to explore the woods around. I won’t take long, just a couple of minutes to walk and enjoy my surroundings. The calm before the storm. Before Damien’s Chief and other law enforcement attack the compound.
With a smile, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, sucking in a sharp breath at the way the cold wooden floor feels under my feet. Turning to him, I marvel at how he looks like a naked warrior god sleeping on a small bed.
The sheets bunch around his waist, leaving his wide chest and muscular arms bare, and I curb the urge to run a finger along those hard planes. He’s packed with muscle. I know because we spent last night exploring each other’s bodies.
I’m still wearing his shirt, so I grab a pair of boxer shorts, slides, and his jacket before heading out the door. It closes behind me with a soft click, and I breathe in the refreshingly cool air outside mixed with the smell of damp earth. Lovely. I feel a slight chill in the air but far but it’s tolerable.
I step into the woods, and the trees close in around me, the leaves rustling and the birds chirping up ahead. It makes me smile. Something inside me loosens.
Is this how it feels to be free?
Both Elise and Damien helped set me free, and I’m about to do the same to her. No one deserves to be in that compound. We were free to roam inside, but we were locked up from the rest of the world. Not to mention we were sentenced to death at 18.
I kneel and touch the dew-kissed petals, picking only the most vibrant wildflowers. When I’ve picked enough, I gather them in a small bouquet and bring them to my nose, inhaling the scent and smiling.
I’m about to retrace my steps when footsteps crunch on fallen leaves. I whirl around to find Damien’s massive frame sauntering to me.
“Dani?”
I raise my hand holding the bouquet and wave it. “Here.”
When he’s close enough, his eyes flick behind me and to my sides. “I woke up and you were gone.”
“Sorry. Couldn’t resist waking up early to explore these woods.”
His eyebrows furrow, a sigh escaping his lips before he massages his nape. “You can’t do that yet. They’re still on the loose. Until we’ve locked them up, you can’t go wandering without me. It’s dangerous.”
Oh. My cheeks burn, and I hang my head. God. I’m so stupid. I got carried away. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I just felt…I felt so safe with you, for a minute, I forgot about them. I won’t do it again. I promise.”
He nods, lifts my chin, and plants a soft kiss on my lips. “We’ll get them, Dani, and you don’t have to always look over your shoulder anymore.”
Before I can even form a response, he grabs my face gently and kisses me. Then, I completely forget about everything else, and my racing heartbeat is the only thing I hear.
I wrap my arms around him, and his hands go to my ass, lifting me and hooking my legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles. He backs me to a tree, and the rough bark pokes my scalp.
Damien saws his tongue in and out of my mouth, a demonstration of what he did last night, the stiff spear of his erection pressing against my core. I’m already panting, heat kindling in my veins, a flurry of pulsations making my limbs weak. I want him inside me right now.
We must have been thinking the same thing because he lowers me just to hook my shorts to the side and spring his cock free from his sweatpants. I still can’t get over how big he is everywhere.
With one hand under my ass to lift me again and the other wrapped around his thick girth, it takes no time for Damien to slam and pound into me relentlessly. I rock against him, my breathing labored.
My fingers tunnel through his hair as I ride him, bobbing up and down and rotating my hips, taking all of him and trying to milk him dry. He flattens me to a tree, hips rutting wildly.