Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
But then he puts his own qualifier and I flinch. “Until I give you back.”
It’s okay though. It’s fine.
I’ll think about all that later.
Right now, I need to focus on this.
On finally realizing all the new things that I’ve just found buried inside my heart.
On him.
So I keep my smile in place even as tears sting my eyes. “Until you give me back.”
And then I make the first move.
For our third kiss.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
We’re kissing each other.
We’re devouring each other.
As if we won’t get to do this again.
As if we were afraid that we won’t get to do this again.
Which is the truth, isn’t it?
Last night was a one-time thing.
But thank God, thank God, he came back.
Thank God, he came back in time. Thank God, I realized things in time.
Thank fucking God, he’s lifting me in his arms now. He’s getting between my thighs. He’s pressing his body, his pelvis into mine.
Oh Jesus, yes.
And it’s like I’ve finally come awake.
All day I’ve been in this foggy state, the edges of the world dulled out and unclear.
Everything is clear now though.
With him between my legs, filling that empty space, I’m aware of everything around me.
The scratchy bark behind my back. The hot summer air. The dark night. The fact that he’s rubbing me right there. He’s rocking and gyrating against me right where my clit is.
And holy God, there’s his dick.
I can feel it through the layers and layers of our clothing.
And it feels big. Huge.
As big as it was last night, stretching me out, invading me, and I want that again. I so want it.
I moan into his mouth, pulling at his hair.
“Thought I was too late,” he says hoarsely. “Thought you’d gone back to him.”
I shake my head, panting against his lips. “N-no. I couldn’t. I —”
He presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat. “I would’ve taken you from him. Would’ve torn you away from his arms, if I had to. Fucking kidnapped you.”
I tilt my neck to the side, giving him all the access, giving him all my skin, my veins to suck on. “I would’ve gone with you. I would’ve gone wherever you wanted.”
“I would’ve fucking killed him,” he continues. “I would’ve fucking killed anybody who tried to stop me. I —”
“Shh,” I whisper, rocking against him, humping that tent in his pants. “I’m here. I’m right here. I’m with you.”
He growls.
Hard and deep.
As he licks and sucks and bites. “I’m not letting you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He growls again and tugs at the straps of my dress, the neck of it. I arch my back to unzip my dress in the back and help him out. He yanks at it, along with my bra, baring my breast, and then latches onto a nipple.
I almost cry out and dance in his arms as he sucks and sucks and sucks.
As if drinking from me.
Sucking on his medicine.
Slurping on what will make him better, and so I thread my fingers through his rich, dark hair and press his face into my tits. Willing him to drink more. Willing him to take everything from me, all the relief, all the ambrosia.
In between sucks though, he asks, “You feel okay?”
I press on the back of his head to direct his mouth to my tit. “W-what?”
He gives my nipple a deep, deep suck. “In your pussy.”
I pant, my nipple sore from his suckling, yet not sore enough. “Y-yes.”
“You took it, baby?” Another deep, deep suck. “The pills.”
Last night before he dropped me off, he gave me an Advil. For the pain. Which I thought was useful because I did feel soreness where there shouldn’t have been. But then, he also told me to take another one today just to be safe.
This, I thought was excessive and I let him know it.
But like the bossy control freak that he is — which let me just say is so surprising when it comes to him and his bad boy ways, but it turns out he’s a control freak when it comes to me — he put his foot down, and since I was so heartsore at saying goodbye to him, I agreed.
And I took one. Well, two. Because he asked me to take two.
Which is the only thing I remember doing throughout the day.
“Uh-huh,” I reply, moaning. “I did.”
“Two?”
“Yes,” I say impatiently.
He bites my nipple slightly and rewards me with a, “Good girl.”
I arch my back some more, preening under his praise. But to my acute disappointment, he stops sucking.
Panting, I ask, “What happened? What…”
He groans and drops his head on my chest. “Fuck.”
I tug on his hair. “What’s wrong?”
He rolls his head, his breaths puffing on my heated skin. “Shit. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Reign, talk to me,” I insist, cupping his stubbled jaw, making him look up
His eyes are all pained and dilated. “Don’t have it.”