Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
“Lev?” she murmurs sleepily.
“It’s okay, zayka, I’m sorry I woke you.”
She nestles closer to me and runs her fingers softly along my jaw. “Did you have a nightmare?”
I did, and its rattled me. A cold shiver snakes its way down my back. I had dreamed about a car bomb and then about a world without Brooke in it, and my heart had obliterated when I realized I would never see her, or get to touch her, or hold her, or make love to her again.
I pull her closer and secure her in my arms.
A world without her in it would be cold and unforgiving and—
Fuck. I let out a rough breath. It was just a nightmare, for fuck’s sake.
But no matter how much I try to shake it off, the eerie feeling sticks to me like an unseen cobweb.
Brooke’s arm snakes around my waist, and she buries her face into my chest, and the comfort it brings is unmeasurable.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she murmurs, her lips brushing against my skin.
“No,” I rasp, as her hand trails down my abs to brush against my cock.
She starts to softly stroke her fingertips along the heavy shaft, and a sweet pleasure begins to unfurl.
“Tell me what your dream was about,” she murmurs.
I roll her onto her back. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want her to know the level of fear I feel when I think of a world without her. I want to fuck it out of my head and then some.
I climb over her and settle between her legs. But Brooke places her hands on my chest and pushes me back. She’s wide awake now, looking up at me. “Lev—”
My cock is ready, and I inch it toward her pussy. “It’s nothing.”
But Brooke isn’t having it. “It’s not nothing.”
I take my cock by the base, but Brooke shakes her head.
“Stop.” Her big eyes search my face. “Talk to me, Lev.”
With a dissatisfied grunt, I roll off her and slump back into the pillows. I lie on my back and look up at the ceiling for what seems like the millionth fucking time tonight. It’s the first time she’s denied me, and I don’t love it.
She leans up on her elbow and gently caresses my chest with featherlike fingertips, which is soothing to both my mood and the unease left behind by my nightmare.
“What was the dream about?” she asks.
Another fractured image of her dying in an explosion and me having to hold her in my arms as she dies quietly guts me. It’s like my stomach is twisting in on itself, and the pain is excruciating.
“It was nothing.” I try brushing it off. “I don’t even remember it.”
Of course, she knows I’m lying. But I’m not going to scare her with a crazy dream about her perishing and me falling apart because of it.
“Let me in,” she says quietly, her big eyes soft and full of concern. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Fucking you into tomorrow, which, incidentally, I was about to do.”
She lifts an eyebrow and gives me a very pointed look. “You know what I mean.”
I let out a rough exhale and drag my fingers down my face. I know that look. Neither of us is going back to sleep until she’s satisfied I’m not keeping anything from her. I rub both my eyes with my fingers and concede I might as well give her something so we can both go back to sleep.
“You left me and never came back,” I say, struggling over the words. “You and the baby were gone.”
She puts her palms on either side of my face and looks into my eyes. “Me and the baby are right here, Lev. You can’t get rid of us that easily.”
She kisses me, deep and so sweet like she is drawing my pain from inside me and drinking it from my lips. And she keeps kissing me, even when I roll onto her and push inside her parted thighs and stroke deep into her body. And when my hips begin to thrust harder and faster, still she keeps kissing me, drawing my pain from me like she’s vanquishing a demon from my body.
I try to come. Need to come. But I can’t. And finally, my frustration peaks, and I let out a frustrated roar.
She looks up at me, and our eyes connect, and out of nowhere, my wild thrusts soften into excruciatingly slow, deep strokes. Our eyes lock and stay with one another as I rock into her body.
I don’t know what is happening. All I know is that in this moment, nothing outside of us exists. It’s just her and me wrapped up in our own little world, and all that I care about is making her moan and seeing her eyes flutter and roll to the back of her head as she cries out my name.