Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
But because she wasn't, and Juliette couldn't bear the idea of keeping Gaël from becoming stronger because of her imperfect blood—-
Tonight might be her only chance to be with him, and when the day came Gaël would tell her he had to be with Emilia Moretti, she knew that she would never stand in his way.
She loved him, after all.
Love him.
GAËL WOKE UP WITH A naked Juliette in his arms, and her fingers delicately stroking his already throbbing cock.
A breathless giggle bubbled past Juliette's lips when Gaël moved without warning, and she found herself suddenly flat on her back while her guardian loomed over her, his face made almost ethereally beautiful by the golden rays of sunlight cascading from his bedroom window.
"We missed breakfast," she whispered.
"I didn't—-"
Her eyes widened. Had he woken up earlier without her knowing it?
"Since I'm about to eat you."
Oh!
It was so not like Gaël to say something like that she couldn't help but laugh, and the same thought had seemingly occurred to her guardian, with the way his high-boned cheeks were now stained with color.
"I've lost my mind because of you," he growled.
"I like it, though," Juliette whispered with a smile.
He rolled his eyes, and although this had her giggling again, it only lasted for a moment, since Gaël had suddenly bent his head to take her mouth in a kiss.
Aaaaaaah.
Juliette's body molded against Gaël's muscled form as his tongue thrust inside her mouth while he started fondling her breast. Her flesh swelled under his touch, and when his lips finally trailed down to close over one pouting nipple, all Juliette could do was moan his name while her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Gaël groaned upon feeling Juliette rubbing her wet, smooth mound against his cock. He had originally planned to take things easy with her, since last night had left her limp and exhausted in his arms. But with the way Juliette was once again driving him out of his mind—-
"Gaël, I want you inside of me, please."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Baby, please."
"Goddammit, Juliette." But it was already too late, with her words destroying his control, and Gaël rose to his knees with her legs still locked around his waist.
Juliette's eyes went wide when she realized what this would mean, but just as she was about to fearfully beg for him to please, please be gentle—-
Oooooooh.
He was already doing the opposite. Fucking her harder and rougher than ever, and thank God for that because it felt so, so good—-
"Gaël, oh God, yes."
Her body arched as she helplessly clawed at the sheets. It felt like his big, hard cock was about to tear her apart, and she couldn't wait for it to happen.
Oh, please, Gaël, please.
The need in her voice did it for him, and as he surged into her one last time, she screamed as she came, and he growled her name out as he shot his seed all the way down to her womb.
Juliette's eyes were still closed, and her soft body slumped against his when Gaël reluctantly pulled out. Sitting up, he gazed down at his ward, and his chest tightened at the sight of her.
How had it taken him so long to realize he was in love with her?
Gaël hadn't even any idea how or when it started. All he knew was that he had lost his heart to her, and the knowledge terrified the hell out of him.
The last time he fell in love, he ended up failing the woman he had sworn to cherish and protect, and in one moment of weakness and selfishness, his own wife had caused the death of their baby girl.
While he knew Juliette could never do such a thing, what if it was him who fucked things up again? Would he be able to let her go if she wanted to leave him? Or would it be better to not take the risk of letting her know of his feelings?
Juliette was struggling not to cry. How could things be so beautiful and perfect between them for one moment...and then so painfully bleak in a blink?
Even with her eyes closed, she could feel Gaël gazing down at her...while the air around them gradually grew heavy. It almost felt as if her guardian, who was the epitome of strength and power, was afraid...and she was just as scared, because she had a feeling she knew exactly why that was.
The other wards often teased her for always having rose-colored glasses on, whenever Gaël was involved.
But that wasn't true at all.
Others might strenuously insist that her guardian was ruthless and merciless, but how could she ever agree to that when he had always been gentle and tender with her?
Gaël would always be her knight in shining armor, and when she remembered how he had first promised to keep her safe—-
I will never let anyone hurt you.