Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 33078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Fernando.” I moan his name as my own orgasm starts to build. The whole bed rocks as he drives in and out of me. A sweet mixture of pain and pleasure bleeds together. I love it. There is something about it that feels so right.
Suddenly, he sinks his teeth into my neck. I scream out as the orgasm slams into me. The possessiveness of him marking me throws me over the edge into ecstasy. Fernando groans my name loudly as he comes with me. His body jerks over mine as he fills me with his seed.
There is no going back now. Not that I ever wanted to. Fernando has claimed not only my body but my heart. The burn I feel on my neck from his bite was the Butcher claiming me too. Fernando’s body gives way, coming down on top of me. He doesn’t give me all of his weight but a lot of it.
I wrap my arms around him. My body hums with happiness. I didn’t know there was this kind of joy out there. I knew you could be close to someone. I have that with my sister, but this is different. It’s soul deep.
“I love you,” he whispers as he lifts his head from where he buried it in my neck.
“I love—”
“Fuck!” Fernando barks. He pulls back, his cock sliding out of me. I give a small wince. He leaps from the bed, far more graceful than a man his size should be able to, but he still comes down with a loud thud that shakes the room.
I sit up, and a mixture of our fluids spills out of me as I do. I glance around, thinking something is wrong. Has someone found us? Fernando stares at me with horror on his face.
“What’s happening?” He reaches out to start to touch my neck but stops. Then his eyes drop to the bed between my thighs. Blood and both of our orgasms mark my thighs and the sheets. I notice his cock is coated in it too.
“Don’t you do it, Fernando.” He’s not going to backtrack and start to freak out. He’s always so scared he’s going to hurt me, but hurt isn’t always physical. I think he knows that more than he realizes.
“I already did it, clearly.” He starts to pace. “I marked your delicate, precious skin. I—”
“Gave me a taste of the Butcher.” He stops pacing, his whole body going tense.
“I love you too, Fernando.” I lick my lips and sit up onto my knees, completely naked in the center of the bed. I leave my thighs parted so it’s very clear what he just did, and that I wanted every bit of it. I reach my hand out for him to take. He does. “I love you too, Butcher.”
19
BUTCHER
“More.” I press a forkful of pancake into her mouth.
She takes it, chewing slowly. “I’m stuffed. Seriously,” she says around the mouthful.
I narrow my eyes at her, then glance at her nearly clean plate. She’s eaten almost everything I made for her, plus drank two cups of coffee. Maybe I can finally lay off. I just hate the thought of her being hungry, especially since I feel like I wore her out in bed before giving her a chance at breakfast.
“You sure you don’t want more?” I cut another piece of the pancake stack.
She grabs my wrist. “No.” She groans and swallows, then leans her head against my bicep. “I’ll bust.”
I relent and drop the fork, then grab her and pull her into my lap. She groans again and rubs her stomach. “Food baby.”
For some reason, my throat seems to close up, and my eyes water for a split second. Just the thought of her with a baby in her belly–my baby–fuck, it knocks the breath right out of me. It’s something I’ve never considered before, and certainly never wanted. But with Bianca, I find I’m reconsidering everything, even wanting children.
“So you want a family?”
Her eyes snap to mine. “What?” She cocks her head to the side. “You mean kids?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak. My throat still feels tight, my eyes tingling.
She smiles and pats her stomach, looking perfect with my white undershirt swimming around her. “I’ve always wanted kids. At least two. Maybe more. I don’t know what my life would’ve been like without my sister–I can’t imagine it, and I don’t want to. So when I have kids, I want to have more than one so they can always play with each other.” She scrunches her nose. “Or fight with each other. Angelica and I used to argue when we were kids, but we always made up by bedtime. We had to sleep in the same bed. Our parents would try to separate us into our own rooms, but she’d always sneak across the hall as soon as the coast was clear.”