Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know what I want. I didn’t know I liked any of this stuff.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “None of it matters right now, little Aida.” I reached up, gripped her hair. “All that matters is you’re here. And you’re mine.”
I released her and reached down, grabbing her legs. She gasped, surprised, as I lifted her up into the air. She weighed nothing to me, and I pinned her against the wall, holding her in the air as my cock moved up to meet her dripping wet pussy.
Slowly, I sank myself inside of her. She let out a soft little moan as I lowered her down onto my cock. I kissed her, cock buried between her legs, feeling her muscles shift and tense, feeling her soaking spot pulse around my shaft. I kept her there for a long moment, kissing her, before I began to fuck her slow.
Passion and need flared up through me, lightning and thunder, desire and need. I slid my cock in and out of her slick, incredible cunt, taking her deep, stretching her out, making her mine. She moaned my name, arms wrapped around my neck as we fucked.
Goddamn, we fucked like it was the last thing we’d ever do. We fucked in that shower because we survived, because we were still alive, because we could. I sank my cock inside of her and she bit my lip, moaning, taking me, begging for more of it. I gave her every inch and made her breasts shake, her body tremble, her back arch. When she tilted her head back, I kissed her neck, bit her shoulder, licked her nipples as I sank myself deep inside and took her over and over again, thrusting into her faster and harder.
The rush of being alive filled me, roared through my ears. I knew she was feeling it too, I could see the passion in her eyes. I kept going, water rolling down my skin, dripping into the tub. Sweat beaded on her breasts and forehead, and I kept fucking her, pinning her against the wall, making her body all mine, making her body feel good.
“This is what you need,” I said. “You need to feel good, you need my cock deep inside you. This is what it’s like to feel alive, Aida.”
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Keep going, Dante. Oh, god, yes, keep going.”
I took her deeper, harder, growling like an animal. I filled her and fucked her fast, her breasts shaking, and she came, wet growing down along my cock. She came hard along my shaft, and I growled in response, unable to help myself. I filled her with my seed, my orgasm lighting my body up in response to her cries, and we came together, both of us alive, both of us happy to still be breathing together.
Slowly we finished. I lowered her down and she leaned against the wall breathing hard. I kissed her, held her for a long time. After a little while, without saying much, we began to wash each other.
When we were done, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I gave her a towel then wrapped my own around my waist. I stood there, feeling like I was born again.
I helped her out and wrapped my arms around her, hugging her from behind. We stood in front of the mirror. I wiped away the steam and she smiled, tilting her head back toward me.
“We look good,” she said.
“We can beat anything together, you know that?” I said.
She bit her lip. “I hope you’re right.”
“I’ll show you.” I kissed her ear then took her hand and led her back into my bedroom. I took out a spare suit and found a pair of shorts and an old shirt for her. She pulled them on, and although they were too big, she still looked good with her wet hair and her pouty lips.
I got dressed slowly. She sat on the bed and watched me, not speaking. Her legs dangled and she kicked her feet, staring at the hardwood floors. When I finished dressing, a pair of comfortable but stylish black shoes on my feet, I brushed the lapel of my jacket and tilted my head toward her.
“What do you think?” I asked
She stood and smiled. “Perfect,” she said.
“I need to address my soldiers.” I spoke in a low voice, close to her ear. She stood, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Are they all here?” she asked.
“They should be. I need to tell them what happened, and we need to figure out what to do from here.”
She nodded. “Right. Okay. I can just… just stay here.”
“No,” I said. “From now on, you’re staying right by my side. It’s too dangerous for you to be anywhere else. I’m not leaving you alone for a single second until Vlas is dead, do you understand me?”