Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
The sound of our wet skin slapping together echoes in my ears.
“Sing for me to keep you.”
That dark thing in his eyes that I thought was only in my stupid imagination stirs.
Tipping his head back, he roars as if he’s in pain, “Sing for me to fucking conquer you!”
I should be completely turned off.
Because I’m fucking terrified.
He’s smothering me and just admitted he’s certifiably insane.
But I’m not.
Oh no, just like in the alley, when I thought he was going to kill me, I feel my desire growing.
The thrill of potentially dying in his hands causing my heart to beat faster.
My lungs are burning, starved for oxygen, and darkness is creeping into my vision.
But the walls of my core are squeezing around him even tighter.
Hungry for more.
Breathing heavy, Jude stares at the ceiling.
Continuing to pound into me without missing a beat.
The lack of air is probably making me delirious, and his confession is definitely fucking with my head.
But I sense my release approaching.
Like a tidal wave gathering strength in the distance.
Yet I don’t know which will come first.
My orgasm or passing out.
Suddenly, Jude drops his chin.
His dark gaze sears into me and his voice is hoarse as he admits, “I don’t need their encouragement. Even if the voices weren’t there, taunting me every fucking minute of every fucking day, I’d want you.”
Oblivion threatens to take me. The darkness trying to swallow me whole.
But I fight it with every bit of strength I have left.
My climax so damn close.
And I realize now what he meant when he said he prove to me I want him more than I want air.
Because as much as not breathing hurts, if given the choice at this very moment I’d choose to have his cock slamming inside me over oxygen.
“I fucking need you,” Jude groans.
His admission is the spark I’ve been waiting for, lighting the fuse.
All my muscles lock up as my body explodes.
But I can’t shatter into a million tiny pieces and still hold on.
With his hand still over my nose and mouth, cutting off my air, I can’t fight the darkness any longer.
“Because when I’m inside you, I finally feel complete,” is the last thing I hear before I slip into oblivion.
When I come up, breaking the surface, Jude is kissing me.
Smothering me with hungry pulls from his mouth as I gasp for air.
I’m not sure how long I was out, but it probably wasn’t long.
My release continues to sizzle through me, melting into my bones.
And Jude is still driving into me like he’s trying to fuck me through the tile.
I’m so sensitive, though, every slam into my clit is bittersweet torture.
Finally tearing his mouth away from me, Jude lets me fill my lungs.
Swallowing in big mouthfuls of air, I try to clear my head and get myself together.
But then he just has to go and say, “Eden, you make me whole.”
Overwhelmed, I burst into tears.
He grabs the back of my head and slides his fingers into my hair.
Gripping me, his gaze full of turmoil, he practically begs, “Take pity on me, sweet angel. Grant me mercy and put me out of my misery. Tell me you want me as much as I want you.”
I don’t know if it’s because I’m so overwhelmed with emotion or because I’m still reeling from passing out, but I can’t lie to him any longer.
I can’t lie to myself.
It’s time to face the truth.
Tears pouring down my cheeks, I blurt out, “I love you.”
His hips jerk out of their unbreakable rhythm and he stares into my eyes in shock.
I feel just as shocked.
That’s not what I meant to say.
Not at all.
I only meant to say I want you.
Love… love was the furthest thing from my mind.
As he groans, “Oh fuck,” and his heat spills inside me, though, I know it’s too late to take back the wrong word.
I’ve given it life by speaking it out loud.
And to murder it out of fear would be unspeakably cruel.
Even if it was a mistake made in the heat of the moment.
“You love me?” Jude moans in wonder, shuddering against me as his own release seizes him by the throat.
When I nod my head, not knowing what else to do, he crushes me against the wall.
Cock swelling and jerking inside me, he grinds it as deep as it will go.
“Fuck, Eden,” he rasps in absolute bliss. “I love you, too.”
17
Eden
After Jude finally leaves with a smile on his face and a little pep in his step, I pull open a drawer of the dresser and stare down at all the clothes in numbed indecision.
To say I’m overwhelmed would be a fucking understatement.
I’ve gone from owning three pairs of bottoms and a handful of shirts to having so many clothes I don’t know what to do with them.
Slamming the drawer shut, I pull another open.