Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
It doesn’t take long for a tingle to build at the base of my spine, and I know I’m close to coming. I grind my groin against her and swivel my hips, watching her face as the tip of my cock hits her g-spot.
“Fuck, come for me. You need to come with me.”
Elena doesn’t need any more words of encouragement, her eyes drift closed, and her body trembles in my arms. It is then that I feel it, her pussy pulses around me, tightening to the point of pain, and still, I move inside her, fucking her through her pleasure, and finding my own in the process. When I can’t hold off any longer, I go off like a rocket, my warm release coating the inside of her pussy. Her tiny little channel can’t take all my load, so some dribbles down my length and onto my balls.
“That was…” She pushes up from my chest a little and looks up at me, her eyes sleepy.
“Amazing?” I say, brushing a few strands of hair that stick to her sweaty forehead. The tension in my muscles has eased, and I feel replenished.
She nods. “Yes, amazing, and so good.”
I smile. “You’ve just had a taste of what I want to do to you. Eventually, I’ll claim every hole in your body with my cock, and believe me when I tell you, you’ll enjoy it thoroughly.”
She cocks her head to the side. “How can you be so sure?”
I brush my lips against hers. “Because as fucked up as it might seem, I know exactly what you crave, the right amount of darkness to your light, and I can make even the most painful things pleasurable. You’ll see.”
She looks at me with wonderment, and strangely, I never want that look to leave her face. I always want her to look at me with need and know that I’ll protect her from the dark demons of our world. But I know, come tomorrow, she’ll never look at me like that again. I doubt she’ll even let me touch her without having a mental breakdown.
Holding her in my arms, I whisper into her ear, “I can’t wait for you to become my wife tomorrow.”
“Mmmm,” she says, nuzzling against my neck.
If only we could stay like this forever.
29
Elena
Sitting on the bed, I anxiously wait for Julian to return. He said he would be right back, but that was twenty minutes ago. Worry worms its way through me. I hope everything is okay. I’m probably just overreacting. Twenty minutes is not that long. Occupying myself, I think about the time we spent with Ella and Xander yesterday. For the first time, it felt like a normal day, like we were a normal couple. Hearing Ella tell me her and Xander’s love story, of how they came to be, gave me hope for Julian and me.
The door to the bedroom comes flying open, and my thoughts evaporate into the air. I jump up from the bed and run my sweaty palm down the front of my sweater.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as soon as Julian steps into the room. His beautiful features are strained, showing how frustrated he is.
“Some guests arrived a little earlier than expected. I had to make sure everyone knows the rules,” he explains.
“The rules?”
“No one is to set a foot inside the house. The wedding and reception will be outside.”
“Oh, okay. Who is here?”
“The makeup and hair people are downstairs. They are ready for you now.” I don’t miss how tense Julian is, his body rigid, and his voice a little sterner than usual. Is he worried about the wedding? Is he having second thoughts?
“You’re not regretting this, are you?” I whisper the words, hoping he says no.
“What? Marrying you? Never. It’s the best fucking idea I ever had,” he says, holding the door open for me. The tension inside me seems to ease a bit at his words, and together we walk out into the hallway.
“You seem tense.”
“Your father is here.”
I suck a harsh breath into my lungs. That explains why he is so tense.
“But, you invited him, right?”
“Yes, but he wasn’t supposed to get here until this afternoon. There’s no reason for him to be here this early.”
“Did he ask about me? Maybe he just wants to talk to me before the wedding?” I try not to sound so eager, but it would be nice to have a small conversation with my father.
“There is nothing to talk about,” Julian grits out.
“Julian, I know you don’t like him, but he is still my father. I can’t help that. You’ll need to get along with him, eventually.” I need to fix this, need to fix them.
“Let’s not talk about that,” he almost growls at me. “I don’t want to ruin our wedding.”
Not talk about it? What’s that gonna help? “Why do you hate him so much, anyway? You never told me what happened between you guys.”