Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
My skin feels warm, but I tell myself it's from the steamy shower.
He releases my hand and turns back to close the shower door, reaching across me and making my heart skip several beats.
He's still in my space as he leans back. He does it slowly, seeming to enjoy crowding me. My heart hammers and my gaze flickers to his. Wry amusement tugs at his perfect lips.
"Are you afraid I'll bite?"
"I know you bite," I murmur back, feeling my cheeks heat more as I drop his gaze.
I don’t know if the shower is too hot or he’s just too close, but it’s hard to breathe.
"Come here."
I flinch as he grabs me, but I don't fight him as he pulls me in front of him and sticks me under the hot spray. It feels good as the water beats down on me. I'm cognizant of him right behind me, so close I can feel the heat of his body, but he won't let me move very far, so I turn only as much as he lets me and get myself all wet and my hair soaked through.
I gasp and jump a little when Silvan gathers my wet hair in his hands. He pops open the shampoo bottle and, a moment later, I smell a lovely fragrant scent as he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as he spreads the shampoo.
My eyes drift closed. My scalp tingles pleasurably, and I'm surrounded by a cloud of that incredible shampoo smell.
This feels really, really nice.
He must think so too, because once he's finished working the shampoo through my hair, he pulls me back against him and hugs me around my waist from behind. He bends to kiss the side of my face, and I think I should feel differently with his face so close to mine, but... I feel cherished. Loved. I know that's crazy, but I've never felt such warmth before. Such absolute adoration. He holds me and kisses me like I'm the most precious thing he's ever touched, and I feel ridiculous when tears well up in my eyes.
His deep voice rumbles through me. “Turn around.”
I do as he says, my throat clogged with emotion. I keep my eyes down so he can’t see it in my face. He notices everything, but with the hot shower, I don’t think he would be able to tell there’s moisture coming from my eyes, too.
“Come here.”
He pulls me against his chest, and I go willingly, wrapping my arms around his torso and hugging him. His strong body feels warm, comforting in a way that I need right now when my emotions are in tatters.
He holds me tight until I can breathe again, then he takes my face in his hand and tilts it so I have to look up at him.
His lips meet mine and my heart flutters wildly in my chest. I grab onto his shoulder as he backs me up against the wall. I don’t think he means to ramp things up, but then he reaches down and takes my thigh in hand, lifting it so I can wrap my leg around his hip. I break the kiss to look up at him uncertainly, but when I see the hunger in his eyes, I know he means to have me again.
I open my mouth, but anticipating my possible protest, he crushes his lips to mine again, silencing me. I cry out against his mouth, but he ignores it, grabbing my ass and easily lifting me off the ground.
Fear slices through me and I grab onto him, terrified he’ll drop me. I know he’s strong, but my body is wet and slippery.
My fears are for naught, though. He has a firm grip on me as he walks me back and plants my back against the shower wall. The wall feels cool, but my body is on fire. Silvan tears his lips from mine just long enough to look me over, then he grabs his cock and guides it to the opening between my spread legs.
"Silvan—”
He silences me with his mouth again, kissing me aggressively as he shoves his cock inside me.
I cry out and he kisses me harder, but doesn't stop forcing his cock into my resisting body. I try not to tense up, but he was so rough with me before, my pussy is sore. He's also not wearing a condom again, and my body stretches as he forces himself deeper until I'm so full of him, I feel like I can't breathe.
He fits so tightly inside me, once he's fully impaling me, he stops and just holds himself there, trying to let my body adjust to his size. For just a moment as I try to breathe through the pain, his kisses gentle. He's still the conqueror acquiring land he is certain should belong to him, but he's trying his best to reassure me despite his brutal invasion.