Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Alright…”
“My parents weren’t my first memory like I initially said.”
Her mouth parted, waiting for my confession.
I didn’t make her wait long, admitting, “You were.”
She jerked back. “What?”
“I didn’t realize it until later. After I watched my parents die, my grandfather insisted I needed to go to therapy to work through the trauma it may have caused. I was eleven at the time, and I was angry a lot. Even back then, I had a temper. During one of the sessions, the doctor suggested I think back on a memory that would calm me anytime I felt rage. He asked me to close my eyes and follow the sound of his voice, so I did. The first image I saw was your face.”
She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“The day they died, I saw you for the first time. It was probably hours before the accident actually happened. The window was down to the SUV you were being driven in. You looked completely captivated by the bikers that we’d just stumbled upon. I remember your blonde curls were blowing in the wind with your big, bright blue eyes utterly enamored by them. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
She rasped, “Oh my God, Tristian.”
“I thought maybe my mind had made it up, like I was seeing an angel who wasn’t really there. Years later, I saw you again. I was fourteen, walking out of a store, and you were once again entranced by the street bikes that were parked on the side of the road. It was only then I realized you weren’t a dream at all. A kitten meowing at your feet pulled your attention to it instead. You picked it up and left.”
“That’s where your nickname came from?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“My parents weren’t happy I brought a kitten home, but they let me keep it outside. It eventually ran away, though.”
“That’s the only time I’ve ever lied to you.”
“How can I be mad about that? Watching those bikes that day, it was my first memory, Tristian. Seeing your dad drive with your mom on the back was my first memory.”
“We were always destined to be together.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Sometimes words aren’t needed.”
Our eyes connected.
What started off tender became urgent and demanding. I got down on my knees, growling, “Let me love you.”
The second I sucked her clit into my mouth, she moaned and her head fell back.
She was salty.
Sweet.
Fucking delicious.
I stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go before sliding two fingers inside of her.
Up.
Down.
Side to side.
I knew her body more than she did. Within minutes, she was coming in my mouth.
“Tristian…”
My dick throbbed as I unzipped my slacks and pulled it out. Instantly stroking it up and down as she watched with dark hooded eyes. I’d never tire of watching her come undone.
She was fucking breathtaking.
Letting her rest for a moment, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, licking the rest of her come from my lips. I savored it in my mouth for as long as I could. Grabbing her leg, I angled it upward and bent her knee to have her foot rest on my back. In one swift movement, I laid on top of her with one hand gripping the nook of her neck, while the other held onto the back railing of the lounger.
I felt her dampness on the head of my cock, and little by little I thrust into her pussy while she exhaled and gripped my dick.
“Open up for me. Take it. Take it so fucking deep that you don’t know where I end and you begin.”
The feel of her cunt.
The taste of her come.
The smell of her arousal.
“Because that’s what we are. There is no me without you, and soon you’ll be growing our perfect baby inside of you.”
Once I filled her, I rested my forehead on hers, and we locked eyes.
“You feel that, kitten? The way you’re made to take my cock…”
My mind was reeling with so many emotions, I couldn’t keep up. I wasn’t used to the tailspin that was Belle Montgomery Hawkins. There was so much I wanted to say, but in that moment, it didn’t matter because we were lost in each other. I wanted to remember her just this way, always. Her long blonde curls spread all over the lounger and her cheeks were slightly flushed from the blush crept down her neck. Her lips were swollen from my touch, and her serene eyes glazed over.
So beautiful.
So captivating.
Everything I didn’t know I could have again.
I loved seeing every emotion I felt through her gaze as I placed a soft kiss on the pulse of her neck, loving the feel of it beating against my lips. Her dark blue eyes watched me adoringly as I took what I ached for.
What she provided.