Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
My legs have turned into a puddle beneath me. I’m shaking from the intense sexual lust flowing through every fiber of my being and the sheer need consuming me whole.
Easton walks into my room, closing the door behind him, and I can barely lift my head to look at him. I’m tired … and so fucking aroused I can’t think straight. I want this to end. I want to explode into bliss.
Easton stands in the middle of the room, towering over me. He stares at my naked body, his eyes following every bead of sweat that rolls down my forehead. The moment seems to last an eternity.
My lips part, and my tongue moves without regret.
“Please,” I murmur.
The left side of his lips inches up as he lowers his head. Almost as if he’s waiting for me to continue.
So I do. “Fuck me.”
The words that slip from my mouth release the load off my shoulders. I’ve been carrying this guilt and shame for far too long. It’s done now. My resolve is gone.
I want this more than anything.
My body quakes with yearning. It wishes there was more than this device thrumming against my clit. My body already knew long ago what my mind refused to believe. My soul wants this man. It’s tethered to him by something more than a debt. My body sings to his tune, and he knows this well.
It’s showing on his face in his wicked smile and the triumphant glimmer in his eyes.
He’s won.
I lower my head in defeat as he approaches. There’s no point in fighting him. He’s already claimed my body, so why would I hold onto that last sliver of me? Besides, I don’t even want to anymore. There’s nothing I crave more than to have him deep inside me, to come one last time, and then fall into an eternal sleep.
Suddenly, the buzzing between my legs stops. Sensations no longer bombard my clit, but it continues to throb with pleasure. It’s a strange feeling … as though someone has ripped away the very thread that kept me together.
When Easton’s hand touches my shoulder, I brace for what’s to come. Will he shove me against the bed and fuck me on the floor from behind? Will he pull me up by my chain and fuck me on the bed in traditional style? Or will he shove me against the door and make me look at him while he takes my pussy?
His hand slides upward along my neck, and he cups my chin and lifts my head. He slithers down to grasp the chain.
Click.
The chain falls to the floor, and I’m no longer confined to the bed.
Just like that … I’m free.
Chapter 16
Charlotte
His fingers underneath my chin lift me up, but I am so worn down I collapse immediately into his arms. He scoops me up from the floor in his arms and carries me all the way to the bathroom. He sets me down inside the tub and turns on the faucet. The running water feels good on my cold and still vibrating skin, but I can’t stop wondering why he’s doing this.
I said the words … the ones he was looking for all along. I expected him to take me right then, so what is he planning?
He takes off his clothes one by one and places them neatly on the chair in the corner before sliding into the tub too. I sit there with my legs tucked in against my torso, clenching them tightly as he scoots toward me. He grabs my arm and peels my grip off my legs, forcing me to come to him. He pulls me close and wraps me in his arms, his legs beside my body and his hands on my skin.
The warmth of the water pales in comparison to the heat from his body against mine.
I don’t understand. Why is he doing this? What does he gain? Does he intend to fuck me here, or is he trying to confuse me? If so, it’s worked because I don’t know what to think or feel for him.
All I know is that my body responds to his touch with more excitement. Despite being stuck on a vibrator for hours, my pussy still clenches with need as his hands slide along my sides and brush past my breasts.
I feel naked … vulnerable … as though he’s entering a part of me I’ve never freely given away. Yet here I am, letting him touch me and wash me.
He pours the soap onto his hands and lathers it on my skin, rubbing my shoulders, my arms, and my back. Everything is done so tenderly that I’m lost in thought, and I close my eyes and let it all happen. He’s like a completely different man. He’s rarely been this gentle. The last time I remember was when I was crying my eyes out in the middle of the night, and he came to lie next to me. We even had a fight about it the next morning.