Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl as I thrust harder.
“Yours!” she shouts, and another orgasm is wrenched from her.
She’s soaking wet, and the sounds, the scent of her, all of it is driving me to the brink of insanity. She was my salvation behind those bars, and now that she’s under me, I’m going to worship her like my very own goddess.
My cock is sturdy and thick as I thrust one final time and release into her. The relentless pulse of her cunt around me is heaven, and I collapse on top of her. I know I’m heavy, but I can’t chance her getting away, so I pin her to the bed.
I feel her cling to me just as tightly, and I wonder if she’s thinking about when they dragged me away.
“Not this time,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “Not going anywhere.”
To my surprise it sounds like she’s crying, and I lean back to look at her.
“You can’t leave again,” she says as the tears fall from her eyes. “You have to promise me.”
“I swear it,” I say and take her face in both my hands. I give her a hard look that pledges my soul to hers. “Never again.”
This time when we make love, I hold her tight and look into her eyes until she comes apart in my arms. This moment is more than just a connection of bodies; we are binding our hearts as one.
Chapter 7
Jillian
I reach my hand out, trying to find Isaac. My eyes fly open when my fingers meet a cold side of the bed. I sit up and look around my bedroom, seeing no sign of Isaac anywhere. I get out of the bed, knowing I didn't dream him up. I can still feel his touch all over my body.
Fear creeps through me that he might have once again disappeared. I make my way to the bathroom, pausing when I catch my reflection in the mirror. My fingers linger on the small love bites on my breasts, and my eyes fill with tears. For the first time in my life, I look thoroughly loved and I’m not sure my heart can withstand him vanishing again.
My fingers trail down to my stomach where I have pale stretch marks from when I was pregnant. I close my eyes thinking about how Isaac pressed his mouth there, kissing the scars. It says something about the kind of man he is that he didn't care that I went and had a child with another man after him. That he still wants me—or at least that’s what he said last night.
What if he got what he wanted and he left? I turn away from the mirror, not wanting to look at myself. What if he destroyed me once again? It’s so hard for me to believe that based on our connection. I don’t truly think he could leave me to go be with another woman, but maybe that only goes to show how naïve I am about love. I could never bring myself to move on from him.
Chris is a perfect example of that. He’s everything I should be looking for in a partner, but there was nothing there. The thought of him trying to kiss me made my skin crawl, and luckily he hadn't tried. It eats me up inside to think Isaac could have been with someone else after that night we shared.
This kind of thinking is so silly. I should talk to him about it and stop speculating.
Last night I wanted to savor him for a moment longer before I might possibly make him hate me. He’d been more than onboard with us not rehashing everything last night too. It has me wondering if there’s a story he still needs to tell me. Maybe he thinks he’s going to send me running, but at the moment it looks like he’s missing.
I grab my robe off the hook and put it on before I clean myself up. I don’t want to run all over the house looking like a hot mess after I leave my bedroom. Shit. Why hadn't I thought about the fact that last night Rae could have tried to come into my bedroom at any moment?
Running my hand down my face, I realize I need to put some clothes on. I snag some yoga pants and a sweater, and when I come out I see Isaac sitting on the bench at the end of my bed. He’s fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a sweater looking like he stepped off the cover of GQ.
“I thought you left,” I say as he lifts his head at the sound of my voice.
“I didn't want your daughter to find me in your bed, and I figured it might be best to change too.” So it looks like he might have gone home and come back or that he slept in another room.