Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
She was sore, raw all over, but she couldn’t help it. She clawed at his shoulders and pulled him tight to her as he climaxed and breathed her name.
He collapsed onto her, “Don’t leave me, princess,” he whispered, “I need you.”
His soft words rippled through every part of her. A word entered her mind then and she was so glad she didn’t say it. She almost said, “Anything.”
The weight of him started to feel like too much a minute after she had stopped gasping. She started to twist, trying to shift to a more comfortable position. He shifted onto his side and planted his elbow into the pillow and balanced his ear on his palm. He leaned over and licked her shoulder wound and then stared down at her, looking sleepy. He was smiling, showing those dimples and an almost blinding perfect smile.
The room was dim, but not pitch dark, and his eyes were luminescent enough to create a soft glow around his face. His mouth looked so full and sexy. If possible it was as if he was more handsome than ever. The most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. Before she put any thought into what she was doing she touched a dimple with her index finger and then her fingertips were on his chin cleft. Then her thumb swept slowly across his lower lip until it rested on his jaw and her palm and fingers rested on his neck. She could feel his pulse against her fingers. He stared at her with hunger and moved to give her thumb pad a slow, lingering kiss. She tightened her grip slightly, wanting to feel his pulse stronger, wanting to feel it inside of herself.
Then they were locked into one another’s gaze for seconds, minutes, she didn’t know. She couldn’t turn away. Didn’t want to turn away. Despite the dimness, she could see the flecks of black and shades of blue in his irises; she felt like she was swimming in them. A serenity washed over her, a serenity she’d never ever felt before.
Suddenly it was like she could see clearly, but she couldn’t articulate her thoughts fully. Those eyes, everything she wanted and needed was right there in those eyes. It didn’t make sense but yet it was something she knew in the depths of her soul.
He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, his tongue pushing between her lips and briefly tangoing with hers. He tasted like rich chocolate pudding. His eyelashes feathered across her cheek and it was so tender and sweet.
He whispered, “Let this happen. It’s time. Be mine.”
She sank further into the depths of his irises and then felt a sudden onslaught of anguish course through her. Suddenly she was sobbing, hyperventilating. He grabbed her and pulled her body tight against his. He flicked the covers up and then let them fall over them both and caressed her back and let out a long slow breath.
“Shhh,” he pushed wisps of hair off her face, kissed her forehead, and squeezed her. “This is it, yessss, this is it. It’s okay, Kyla; it’s okay. Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”
I’ve got you? Those words struck something in her, strummed her hard. She began sobbing and it went on for… she didn’t know how long. He just kept comforting her and kissing her, rubbing her back, massaging the back of her neck, running his fingers gently through her long hair. His leg wrapped around her and locked her against him. She couldn’t verbalize, couldn’t even form coherent thoughts other than that she felt like she was plummeting toward the fiery centre of the earth so she clung to him like breathing, her life, her everything depended on it, on him. He was saving her, stopping her from slipping away. She was frantic, afraid he was going to let go. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She kept clawing, trying to pull him closer, trembling hard, so hard.
“I’m not letting go,” he whispered, as if reading her mind.
She didn’t know what was happening to her. It was like he was all she could hang onto, like she had to hang on otherwise be sucked away into an abyss of pain. The fear slowly subsided as he comforted her with his hands and his lips, stroking her and showering her face with soft kisses on her eyelids, her nose, her chin, her lips.
Finally, she felt like she was turning to mush in his arms and just melted into him, feeling totally relaxed, feeling safe. The sound of his breathing, the warmth of it, the beat of his heart, it comforted her. She felt like she would float away if he wasn’t anchoring her. He was hard again. She leaned back and looked into his eyes again and their hips connected. He slid into her and she held him tight as they found a rhythm; looking directly into her eyes and suddenly she felt whole.