Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
“You know what I said?” I pumped into her, staying at a mind-breaking rhythm.
“You said you just have to look at me and you get hard.”
“Fuck, I love that you’re becoming so fluent, canım.” Palming her ass, I squeezed a perfect handful as I lost control and gave in to need.
“Yes. God, yes.” Neri spread her legs and dropped to her elbows, bowing her head onto the sheets. “Faster. You’re driving me insane.”
“I’m driving you insane? You make me senseless, wife. I can’t imagine a day of not being with you. I can’t picture my life without you in it. You are everything to me, Nerida. I don’t think you fully understand that.”
Her fingers clawed at the sheets as I thrust harder, sharper. “Tell me then. Show me.”
Letting go, I embraced the monster in my blood and dug my fingers into her hipbones. She couldn’t escape. Couldn’t run. I leaned back, pressing my thighs to the back of her legs and forcing every last inch of my body into hers.
I obeyed her command.
I gave her deep.
I gave her hard.
I gave her punishment for every spell she’d cast over me and every leash she’d tightened.
“Sen Benimsin.” (You are mine). I embraced the feral desire to fuck her ruthlessly hard. “Kanının her damlası ve aldığın her nefes bana ait.” (Every droplet of your blood and every breath that you take belongs to me).
The lightning that always forked and sizzled between us arced and sparked. “Her iç çekişin, her yalvarışın, her iniltin.” (Every sigh, every beg, every moan). I lost myself to savage rutting, taking her straight to hell with me. “Her orgazmin, her öpücüğün, her okşaman.” (Every orgasm, every kiss, every stroke).
Neri moaned with each of my punishing thrusts. The bedhead smashed against the wall, adding to the dents we’d left from previous lovemaking. Her core clenched around me, hinting she was close, so close.
Sweat beaded on my temples as I continued to fuck her like I couldn’t survive without her. Just the way we liked it, needed it. “Sensiz ben yokum. Sensiz var olmak istemiyorum. (I don’t exist without you. I don’t want to exist without you).
She cried out as every part of her tensed. She shook and trembled. Panted and whimpered.
“Ve bu benim, sana her şeyimi veriyorum çünkü zaten senin her şeyini aldım.” (And this is me, giving you my everything because I’ve already taken everything of you).
I drove us to breaking point, harder and harder, faster and deeper and—
“Aslan...God...I’m going to. I’m going to—”
“Come, Neri. Fucking come all over me.”
She screamed as she broke.
Her core fisted me in hot, wet waves, not giving me a chance.
I broke with her.
I snarled and growled and couldn’t catch a breath as my body took over, and I came in the thickest, tightest rush.
Spurt after agonising spurt.
Pleasure ricocheted like thunder, throbbing in my bones, splashing into the only girl I ever wanted.
* * * * *
We spent the entire day in bed.
After our first round of sex, I went to make her breakfast. The ingredients I’d bought the day before were easy to turn into freshly grilled french toast, maple-baked bananas, and a bowl of sugar-dusted strawberries.
We ate.
We watched a movie with the sun bright outside with no guilt whatsoever.
We fell together again as the credits rolled and morning switched to afternoon. We moved slower, softer, wrapped up in each other and unapologetically obsessed. Once we came, our satedness turned to sleepiness, and Neri drifted off in my arms. My cock remained deep inside her, our limbs tangled as heartbeats slowed into dreams.
We woke as afternoon slipped into dusk, and I dragged my cosy-sleepy wife into the mermaid-tiled shower I’d renovated. I pushed her against the wall, commanded she grab the caddy holding her delicious frangipani shampoo, then drilled her hard and fast as hot water rained over us.
By the time we’d come for the third time and washed each other with soap and lingering kisses, I was ready to deliver the second part of Neri’s birthday gift.
One, two, three.
Three simple things stood between me and the death inching ever closer, unseen, unheard, unknown.
I’d enjoyed the first part of her birthday immensely. We’d never been lazy enough to spend an entire Saturday having sex and sleeping in. And now, it was time for another thing she’d never done.
Something linked to the dirty fantastical books she read.
I wanted her permanently.
I wanted others to see that permanence.
“Get dressed.” I patted her towel-wrapped ass as I strode out of the steaming bathroom. “Wear that sunset dress you bought last week from the night market.”
Neri stilled and looked at me in the foggy mirror. Her shoulders tensed as she turned around and continued brushing her damp hair. “You went quiet when I bought it. I didn’t think you liked it.”
I scowled, annoyed that she’d seen how much it’d affected me.