Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“And your shirt?” Evan asks me as if I didn’t just experience the strongest orgasm of my life.
I grip the counter tightly while I catch my breath, staring at him.
“I want it off,” he commands and with my back to his chest, he tugs the shirt off me. My body sways easily, caving to his every whim. “And these,” he tells me, pushing his hand back down my panties. I’m trapped with my back to his front and his strong arm pinning me to him, his other hand on my hip, keeping me still.
My fingers clutch at his wrist and my blunt nails dig into his flesh as he strums my sensitive clit.
“Evan.” His name is a plea as my body falls forward, and I struggle to take more.
He’s not gentle with his strokes in the least. And I love it. My nipples pebble and my body goes weak with a numbing, blinding intensity.
The pleasure stirs deep in my belly, but like a flame it grows hotter and hotter, warming me and threatening just the same.
It’s only when I come again that Evan slowly pulls my panties from me, leaving them by my feet. I’m not blind to the fact that they’re damp with my desire.
Evan moves his hard erection between my thighs and I widen my stance slightly. He kisses my ear as he runs the head of his dick up and down my folds. A shiver runs through my body. Every inch is covered with a heated pleasure so sensitive to touch, that I shudder from just his hot breath on my neck.
“I love you, Kat,” Evan whispers as he pushes himself deep inside of me. Slowly, stretching my walls. My head falls back onto his shoulder as he wraps his arm in front of me, holding me to him. He reaches up and grabs my throat.
Buried deep inside of me, he whispers, “Tell me you love me.”
“Always,” I say and the word slips out easily, my eyes still closed. I slowly open them to see Evan’s expression. I’m struck by the intensity of his gaze. The need, the desire, the possession. “Say the words,” he commands.
“I’ll always love you,” I tell him softly, the words barely audible.
He crushes his lips against mine as he bucks his hips. The sudden spike of near pain makes me push my head back and scratch along his forearm. He doesn’t stop pounding into me, letting the pleasure build.
He pistons his hips relentlessly, each thrust forcing a pleasured groan from me. I try not to make too much noise, I try to be quiet, but I can’t.
I come again and again, each climax feeling more intense than the last. Evan’s ravenous as he kisses me. He doesn’t stop his hands roaming over my body. He doesn’t stop until I have nothing left, and only then does he bury himself in me to the hilt and find his own release.
Diary Entry Seven
Mom,
I think I’ve lost my mind.
Evan’s like a tornado in my life.
That’s not news to you, but I think that’s how I want it. Crazy and reckless, but deeply rooted and unstoppable.
I’m ready to fight for him, Mom. For us. I’m eager to, even.
I love him. I love what he does to me when he’s with me.
Mom, I’m afraid you’d be ashamed of me if you were still here. That’s the only part that hurts.
But believe me when I tell you that I love him and in all his fucked-upness, he loves me.
That hole I was telling you about before? It’s the one that came when you left, but it’s not there when Evan’s with me.
I think he has a hole in his heart too, Mom.
And I think I’m the only one that can fill it.
I told you I’ve gone crazy, haven’t I?
Maybe it’s not the worst thing in the world, though. I don’t know. I don’t think I care about it much anymore. So long as I keep Evan close to me.
I hope I make you proud. And if not, I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t choose this, but I choose him. I want to see it through.
Chapter 24
Evan
The paper rustles in my hand. It’s a list Pops left on the counter. He didn’t tell me about it, but I’m sure it was for us.
Bottles.
Pacifiers.
Bibs.
Onesies.
It goes on for a bit, but it’s everything I need to buy. I’m not sure if he was going to give it to me, or if he was going to get this all himself. A pain radiates in my chest, right where that beating organ is. I miss him. I’ve never needed to talk to him as much as I do now.
You have to do it. I read the text that buzzes through and then put both my phone and the list in my pocket. I already know what Mason is getting at.