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)
“Don’t have what?”
“The condom.”
“What?”
His jaw moves beneath my fingers. “Don’t have it on me. I didn’t…”
Oh no.
Shit. Stupid condom.
I know I said that he needed to wear a condom last night. But the thing is that…
My thoughts come to a halt when he goes to move away from me and automatically, I cling harder onto him. Automatically, I wind my arms around his neck and my thighs around his hips, and hold on.
I’m not letting him go.
There’s no way.
I just found him.
We just found each other.
“W-what are you doing?”
A sigh escapes him, his eyes slowly losing their lust-drunk look. “Taking you home.”
“What, why?”
“Because you need to get away from me.”
I squeeze my limbs around him. “I do not need to get away from you.”
Another sigh and a shake of his head. “Was being greedy anyway.”
“You —”
“You just lost your cherry last night,” he continues. “Can’t fuck you yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because you need your rest.”
“I do not,” I tell him, squeezing him again. “What I need is your dick.”
“Echo —”
“And what you need is my pussy,” I say, writhing against his dick that’s still hard and I think throbbing as well, to make my point.
His nostrils flare. “No.”
I frown, incredulous. “You don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. We have to have sex.”
A tiny hint of amusement shines through in his hard eyes. “No, we don’t have to have sex. Come on.”
He tries to move away again, and of course I don’t let him go.
I grab his face in my hands and make him look at me. “Listen, you don’t need a condom, Reign. You —”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t,” I insist. “Because —”
“Because,” he cuts me off, squeezing me now, flexing his arms around my tiny body, “you’ve lost your fucking mind and forgotten what I told you. You’ve forgotten that if given the chance, I’d do everything in my power to get you fucking pregnant. Every fucking thing in my power to make my sick and twisted fantasy come true.”
“What, what fantasy?”
He goes silent then.
His nostrils flaring, his eyes flickering with something.
“Reign.” I lick my lips. “What fantasy?”
“It’s nothing.”
“No, tell me. You have… fantasies about getting me… pregnant?”
The p word makes me shiver. It also makes me ragingly horny.
I know we’ve talked about this before. But that was just… talk, right?
He never said anything about his fantasies or whatever.
“You want to know about my fantasies?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“All six years’ worth of them? Six years’ worth of dreams and thoughts I had. Dreams and thoughts that kept me sane. While I watched you with him.”
My heart is pounding now.
It’s racing and twisting inside my chest.
At the need in his voice. The guttural, rough pain that he’s suffered. And just like the night he confessed his crush on me, I want to know.
I want to know everything that he dreamed of, that he thought about.
That he fantasized about.
And then I want to do it all. For him. With him.
Not because of the guilt but because of that something else I don’t want to think about right now.
Because I have a feeling that his dreams might be similar to mine. His dreams might be the ones that I’d love seeing behind my closed eyelids now that my eyes are opened to everything that’s in my heart.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
He gives a low chuckle, a puff of a breath.
And usually his chuckles are dirty and erotic but this one’s pure torture. “Why?”
“Because from tonight, whenever I close my eyes, I want to see them too. Those dreams. I want to see you.”
I already did though.
But it’s not something that he needs to know right now. It’s not something that we need to go into.
Especially when his bruised face pulses with a deep, heavy emotion and his Adam’s apple bobs with a jerky swallow.
And I think he will.
I think he will give me his dreams, but first he wants to look at me. He wants to sweep his eyes over my features. Which is fine.
He can take his time.
I certainly took mine, didn’t I? To realize everything.
So I can be patient. I can let him torment me and torture me like I did him.
As he stares at my disheveled dress.
My bare tits, my glistening nipples.
My bare legs even. Because my dress has hiked up and it’s riding very high up my thighs, almost to where my panties are.
Something that I hadn’t realized up until now.
Something that I probably should be embarrassed about.
Even though we’re hidden behind a tree and there’s darkness around, we’re still out in the open. We’re still entwined around each other and if anyone walks by, it might look like we’re doing something… illicit.
Something that should be done behind closed doors.
But I don’t care.
I’ve kept my feelings so well hidden up until now, I don’t want to hide them anymore.
I don’t want to cover them up again. I don’t want to cover how I am with him, so different, so shameless, so full of happiness and peace.