Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry…” Bel says crawling over the center console and into my lap. I don’t even attempt to stop her. I could use the distraction because there's a lot of darkness in my head right now. “I’m sorry for all you’ve lost and all you’ve gone through. I know it doesn’t change anything, that my apologizing doesn’t fix it, but I want you to know that I see you and hear you. You aren’t alone.”
Bel has a way of calming the storm before it becomes uncontrollable. She doesn’t run from my storm clouds but instead dances in the rain. She takes the bad and turns it into something magical, and I envy the person she is.
“I don’t deserve you, Bel, but I’m never letting you go. Never,” I whisper against her lips while cradling her head between my hands. So fragile, so fucking perfect.
She licks her lips, and her eyes flash to mine, a little wide, a little hot.
“I want you.”
“You have me. Always.” I run my thumb along her bottom lip.
“No, I want you…” She licks the tip of my thumb, making my nostrils flare and my cock grow harder. I look up and find her cheeks a crimson color. Is she embarrassed? I hope not. I’ll give her whatever she wants, but only if she begs prettily for me.
“Do you?” I lick my own lips. “How bad?”
“Really bad,” she answers, her voice husky.
“Hmm… and do you trust me, Bel? Trust me to fuck you however I want. To do whatever I want to your body because it belongs to me, as does your pleasure?”
She’s looking at me now with wide, soft eyes, and I can’t help but stare back, waiting for her answer. It almost burns that it takes her so long to answer, but I guess I deserve that.
Finally, she nods the best she can while in my grasp. “I trust you.”
Her words slice through me, leaving behind little cuts of satisfaction, each one a tiny release. “Good because only I can make you feel this way.” I quickly hit the button to slide the driver’s seat back as far as it will go.
I release my hold on her face and trail my hands down her body until I reach the hem of her dress, which I shimmy up higher so I can feel the heat of her pussy on my slacks. I’ll be inside her very soon, but that doesn’t mean I want to go without feeling her against me.
I glide my hands up her hips, over her trim waist, and higher until I reach her slender throat. Like a cobra, I strike, wrapping one hand around the delicate column, noticing the way her pulse spikes and her breathing increases. She loves it when I play the predator, when I unleash all her wicked fantasies.
“Do you think you could fight me off? Do you think you could escape me?” I whisper against her ear, nipping at it.
She tenses, her entire body trembling with pleasure. I pull back and look into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and she wants this so bad I can feel her leaking on my slacks.
I apply the barest hint of pressure, and her eyes pop open, her pupils blown wide. “Drew…” she whispers.
“You’ll never be free of me, Flower. Never be free of the darkness. I’ll always find a way to possess you, and if I can’t, I’ll hunt you down and fuck you until you beg me to take mercy on you. You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine,” I growl the words against her throat, and then suck on the tender flesh hard enough to leave marks.
I want to mark her flesh. Brand her so everyone knows she’s mine, and I want her to brand me in return so everyone knows I’m hers.
“Yours,” she moans, grinding against me, seeking out relief to the pleasure building in her core.
“Do you trust me?” I repeat again.
With a gulp I feel against my palm, she nods.
“Good. If you need me to stop, tap my thigh with your hand, do you understand?”
She nods as much as she’s able, then I squeeze tighter, until her shoulders drop and she leans even forward, her entire body pressing against me. I arch my hips up into hers because I just can’t help it. “A little more, Flower.”
I tighten my grip on her delicate neck, all at once realizing I could snap it so easily. But she is giving this to me —to me— after everything I’ve done. She trusts me enough to make this good for her, to put her life in my hands.
She’s forcing breaths heavily in and out of her nose now, at almost a pant. I can’t hold out much longer. Sliding my free hand down, I nearly moan at the heat of her pussy before flicking the scrap of lace against her cunt aside. She’s dripping, and I sink two fingers deep into her cunt without warning.