Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“I feel it. I’ve always felt it,” I said softly. I opened my eyes and saw his face as a faint grin emerged.
“My Addie,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to mine.
Daimon kissed me softly and tenderly. His hand reached the back of my head as he held me to him. He licked the seam of my mouth and I opened slightly, the taste of him intoxicating. Lowering himself down, his arm coming underneath my legs, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom upstairs. My fingers dove into his hair as I continued to kiss him. He kicked the door shut and walked us over to the bed, where he lay me down gently.
“Take off your dress, Addie,” he said, his voice low and controlled.
Without another thought, I rose up from the bed and sat on my knees. I unzipped my black dress and slipped it over my head. Daimon smiled devilishly down at me. He pulled on his tie and slowly took off his shirt. His eyes possessing me as I laid down waiting for him to undress.
“My Addie,” he said softly as he crawled over me and kissed the top of my breasts. His hand reached into my black lacy bra and exposed my breasts, my nipples pebbled instantly. His mouth quickly licked one of my nipples. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm lips gently kissing me. I bit my lip, holding back a small cry. Daimon pulled back. I opened my eyes and saw him looking down at me. He grabbed onto my waist and dragged me to the edge of the bed. Peeling back my black lacy panties, he smiled as he pushed back my legs over to my head revealing my pussy to him completely. His mouth instantly kissed the lips of my core. I watched as Daimon tenderly ate away at me. My pussy swelled at his touch. My head fell back the moment his tongue slid inside me. Daimon pushed harder, his mouth working on my velvet folds. He placed his hand on my stomach as he felt my need to orgasm. He softly sucked my clit, making me writhe and cry out. I dove my fingers into his hair as I came hard into his mouth with a scream.
Daimon continued to lick me gently as I came down from my orgasm. He stood up from the floor and knelt down above me. He effortlessly sheathed himself inside me and fucked me softly. He wrapped his hand around my neck, making sure all I saw was him. I became consumed watching him as he fucked me. The look of desire and need washed over Daimon’s face as he stared at me, writhing on his cock. He grunted as he moved faster. Barreling down inside me, my pussy clenched around him. He lowered himself to my lips and began kissing me as he fucked me. I broke away from our kiss feeling the need to come again. Daimon’s face was only inches from mine as he watched me. He was no longer in control as he mercifully hammered at me. I grabbed his face and held his gaze as we both came hard. He growled in a torturous voice, while I mewled, his cock plunging inside me roughly, while my pussy milked him of his very last drop of cum.
We lay breathless in each other’s arms. Daimon played with my hair and kissed me softly on my neck.
“Now what?” I finally said, breaking the spell.
“What is it, Addie?” he asked between his kisses.
“Now what do we do?” I asked, wondering where exactly we were headed. Daimon and I had a contract, but our feelings changed everything.
“We do like we did before. Fight, fuck and make up.” He looked down at me, pushing my hair off my face.
“Daimon, we’re married. It’s not that simple,” I said nervously.
“It is that simple, Addie. You’re just making it hard,” he remarked.
“What happens when the three years are up?” I asked.
“Addie, you were made for me. I never once doubted that,” he said bluntly. “Don’t you dare tell me you don’t feel the same way now?” He grew angry, his body tense.
I looked at Daimon, wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. We stayed locked in our embrace, staring at each other. A heavy silence took over as I contemplated telling him exactly how I felt. Should I tell him? Would he understand me? Or would we be destroying what was between us?
Together
“Daimon—” I stopped, at a loss for what to say.
“Addie—” he said as he rose up from bed and put his boxers on.
“Daimon, in high school, I was a kid, in love with the notion of you and your bad boy ways. I’m different now. I’m not the same Addie you remembered. I—”