Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
The words seem to have the intended effect on my husband, with Calixte already striding towards me.
Oh!
He's already kissing me hungrily, and I kiss him back with just as much hunger.
Maybe even more, all things considered.
But just when I'm about to wrap my arms around his neck, he suddenly pushes me away and mutters an expletive under his breath.
"What's wrong?" I ask tremulously.
"You should not have done this," he growls.
I'm torn between hurt and confusion. "W-Why?" I really thought he'd appreciate me taking the initiative just this once.
"Because I don't think I can control myself this time," Calixte snaps.
Oh.
"So if you want what's best for you---"
He breaks off when he sees me shake my head.
"I think you got it all wrong," I whisper.
Dark eyes narrow at me. "Comment ça?" How so?
"Because I want the opposite. I...I w-want you to know what it feels like to have you take me when you're not...ah!"
My husband has never disappointed me, and tonight is no exception.
It's like finding myself in a whirlwind of passion, and the next thing I know, I'm already bent over his huge wooden desk, and my heart leaps to my throat when I hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping himself.
It's really happe---aaaaaah!
Shock robs me of speech, and all I can do is cry out in my mind as my husband sinks his entire length inside of me from behind.
It's really hap---aaaaaah!
He doesn't even give me a chance to catch my breath, his every thrust so deep and powerful that it has me clumsily reaching up to the edges of his desk and holding on for dear life.
It's real---aaaaah!
I start seeing stars as he moves faster and faster, and the desire-coated sound of his harsh breathing fills my ears.
This, oh this...
This is what it means to have my husband take me with no thoughts of holding back, and the moment I think that---
Aaaaaah!
It's all over for me.
Calixte...
All I can do is sob his name out as I start to come.
Calixte.
And I do it again and again as my husband comes right after me with one last thrust, and he groans my name as he fills me with his heat.
"Eden, mon ange..."
Tears burn my eyes at his words.
Oh, if only...
If only I could believe that he'd still think that, once he finds out the truth.
My husband carefully pulls out before turning me around to face him.
"C'était la surprise la plus magnifique," he murmurs. "Should I be worried?"
The question catches me off guard, and I'm paralyzed with fear. Why is he asking that? Has he already figured out---
A smile softens his gorgeous features. "Relax, mon ange. I was only teasing." He hoists me up on his desk. "But...I would like to know what it is I seem to have done to deserve such a gift."
All I can do is stare at him.
Oh, Calixte.
Because he's taken the words right out of my mouth.
Why does he always end up saying the things I'm meant to say?
Can't he see I'm the one who doesn't deserve a gift like him?
"Eden..."
His voice turns sober, and it's déjà vü once more when I only realize I'm crying when he's already started wiping my tears away.
"You're crying again. Pourquoi?" Why?
"Just happy."
And because I know by now he's more than capable of getting the truth out of me if he really thinks I'm hiding something---
I take him by surprise once more, this time by locking my legs around his waist as I clasp my hands behind his neck.
"Encore une fois." One more time. "S'il te plaît." Please.
I don't have to say anything else.
Or ask again.
He doesn't even give me a moment's respite, and the more times I come, the more he seems to want me, and I just wish...
I just wish I could make this last.
But I can't.
Because this is the last night I have with him.
And my heart breaks as I watch the pills in his wine take effect.
Au revoir, mon amour.
Who Are You, Really?
Ipay for my ticket in cash.
Walk like a zombie to my sleeper cabin.
And start crying as soon as I lock the door.
Traveling around Europe by train has also been on my bucket list of impossible dreams, but my heart is too broken to feel anything outside pain.
Please, God. Please.
I can't remember feeling this lost. The last thing I'd ever want is to leave the life I have with Calixte. But if I stayed, I'd either have to kill him or die trying. It's the only way my father would stop sending me feline murder notes for good.
So what now, God?
I don't know what to do.
Please help me.
My body involuntarily curls in a fetal position as I pray, and I keep praying until I fall asleep in a state of exhaustion.
When I wake up, it's still dark outside---
But I'm no longer alone.
Calixte.
I sit up so fast that the whole room spins for a second. But when he tries to reach for me, I immediately rear back, and his handsome face turns stoic as he lets his arm fall back against his side.