Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
“You are not.”
“Mm-hmm. Watch me,” he murmurs, nipping at my neck and sending shivers down my spine. “I want to live with you. I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. I want to know what you’re doing every moment of every day in between. Haven’t you figured it out by now? I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
I sigh with pleasure, tilting my neck to give him more access.
“I want us to be a team,” he murmurs against my skin. “I want us to be a family. I’m not testing the waters with you, Sophie. I’m all in.”
His lips feel so good on the sensitive skin of my neck that it’s hard to think clearly. He takes advantage of the mental fog to spin me around and push me down onto the soft gray couch.
There’s a devious tilt to his lips and a matching glint of mischief in his pretty green eyes as he sinks to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but I already know.
My heart jumps when he reaches for the button of my jeans.
“Silvan, we can’t. This isn’t our apartment.”
“It will be.”
“I haven’t said yes.”
“You haven’t said no, either,” he points out.
I cut him a dry look. “What’s the point? You don’t seem to be familiar with that word.”
He smirks, utterly shameless, and yanks down my jeans.
“Oh my god,” I say, covering my face with my hands.
“Let’s try it out,” he says as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and drags those down, too. “See if this place feels like home.”
Before I can utter another objection, he parts my thighs and gazes at my pussy like a hungry lion anticipating a nice, juicy meal.
“Hello, beautiful,” he says, making me nearly die before he drops his head between my thighs and latches on.
My back arches off the couch and he takes advantage to slide his hand under my ass, pulling me closer to the edge. Pleasure lances through me as he feasts on my pussy, licking and sucking and drawing sounds out of me no human should make.
I groan when he slides two fingers inside me as he licks and sucks on my clit. He pumps them in and out, in and out, and I writhe, unable to keep still.
“Silvan.”
His tongue brushes my clit while he jams his fingers in my pussy, and I grab the edge of the couch, needing something to hold on to.
It’s not what I want, though.
I let go and reach between my legs, sinking my finger into his hair. I tug on it, and he growls against my pussy, his fingers biting into my ass. He attacks my pussy with more force, and I shudder, my skin so hot, I’m afraid I might explode.
And then I do, pleasure bursting free inside me and sending ripples of ecstasy through my body. Trembling, I try to close my legs around his head as I cry out, but his steely grip on my thighs makes it impossible.
I’m a puddle on the couch in the wake of that orgasm. I couldn’t move if the place suddenly caught fire.
Silvan kisses my pussy before pulling back and closing my legs, then he sits on the couch next to me and pulls me against him.
I’m boneless, but I sink against his strong body and close my eyes.
I lay on him for a few minutes until I regain a sense of strength in my extremities. When I finally look up at him, I find a satisfied grin on his face. “I think this place will work out just fine.”
Chapter Thirty-five
Sophie
When I get back to my dorm, it’s dark.
It gets darker earlier these days, though. It’s not really that late.
We had dinner at some Italian place—not the one beneath the apartment but one within walking distance. That apartment has a lot of stuff within walking distance.
I don’t want to think about the dream apartment, though. I take out my key to unlock the door but get a strong whiff of sautéed garlic from inside my dorm room, so I know someone is home.
I drop my key back into my purse and open the door.
Instant chaos.
Everyone is home, and the place is small—feels smaller now that I’ve just been through that massive apartment with Silvan—so the room feels crowded.
“There she is,” Rumi says, glancing over her shoulder as she uses her spatula to move something around in the skillet.
“I guess she isn’t ghosting us after all,” Sabrina says, cocking an unimpressed eyebrow at me.
“Sorry,” I say, shutting the door. “I know I haven’t been home all weekend. It’s a long story.”
“Seems like it, but that’s not why we’re mad.”
“You really went and got a new place without even telling us?” Rumi demands.
“I know having roommates isn’t your favorite, but I thought we all got along,” Sabrina agrees. “I can’t believe you didn’t even have the decency to tell us.”