Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Layla put her hands on his knees and she saw that he was hard. Breaking the kiss, she went on instinct, kissing down his neck, going toward his chest, then further down, toward his cock. He wrapped his fingers around the length, and starting at the base, he began to rub himself. She stopped and watched him, feeling an answering quake between her thighs at seeing him pleasure himself.
“You want to taste me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then taste me.”
Leaning forward, she pressed her tongue against the tip of his cock, sliding down the side along the vein that seemed to pulse. Going back toward the tip, she wrapped her lips around his head, and then, inch by inch, sunk him into her mouth. He let out a hiss and then a growl.
She felt his hand at the back of her head, stroking, before he wrapped her hair around his fist. He began to guide her, showing her exactly what he wanted her to do, and she did so, taking more of his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard on him, making sure not to use her teeth. All too soon, that ended, and she was on her back again, his mouth between her thighs.
She was so close, and Alexander didn’t stop as he hurtled her over the edge into oblivion. Whimpering his name, her orgasm hadn’t even stopped before he was between her thighs. The hard tip of his cock was at her entrance, and then he sunk inside her.
He went slowly to begin, and she stared into his eyes. She felt his nerves, like he was afraid of hurting her. There was no pain, only pleasure, and she was ready for more.
He slammed balls-deep inside her. There was no stopping him as he fucked her hard and fast.
He took hold of her hands, pressing them above her head, keeping them locked tight, and she loved the pressure he held over her.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held onto him, loving the feel of his hard possession. She felt how close he was and knew he wasn’t going to last. She was so close to a second orgasm and as he went over the edge, she joined him. His name fell from her lips as she came hard around his length.
“Fuck!”
Seconds passed, then a minute, maybe more, and he dropped his weight onto her. She pressed her face against his neck, breathing him in.
Alexander lifted up. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.”
“That’s good.” He stroked her cheek. “I waited a lifetime for you.”
This made her smile, she couldn’t help it. “A lifetime?”
“Yes.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Up until I came here, I was slowly dying, Layla. I had nothing to live for. Nothing that I wanted. My life was all but over. You give me a reason to keep going. A reason to fight.”
“I’m scared.”
“You don’t have to be afraid. I will never leave you. You will always have me.”
She licked her lips and looked up at him.
“My life, my existence, is for you,” he said.
What if she failed? What if she ended up losing him?
Wrapping her arms around him, she held on tight, not wanting to let him go. Whenever she was with him, she finally felt like she belonged.
Crazy Lizzie had warned her that the twist in her gut was not something to ignore. It was a sign, a feeling, a sense of dread, of potential doom. She had to understand it, realize it, and then figure out how to understand what was happening.
Something bad was going to happen, and Layla didn’t know when or who or even what, but she knew it was coming. She didn’t know if she would be strong enough to face it.
Chapter Twelve
Crazy Lizzie had come back to tell Alexander to not leave Layla alone, so as he chased her through the forest, he relished every second of her breathless laughter. They had spent the last three days together. He’d made love to her, cooked for her, and they’d not left his home at all.
Tonight, Alexander had wanted to take Layla for a walk. It had started as just the two of them, enjoying the night, but that had soon changed. Now, he chased her through the forest. He could catch her within just a few seconds, but for now, he loved the sounds of her joy. It had been too long since he last heard it.
He had no idea what it must have been like to learn that her whole life had been one big lie. Not only had it been a lie, she was the primary target of a cult who wanted to kill her.
Crazy Lizzie had told him to have fun with her, to enjoy her, to spend time with her. Alexander slowed down a little. The weird witch always had a reason for doing everything. As he finally thought about her suggestion, the romance, the love, he just knew their time was running out.