Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face at the fact Lincoln just admitted that the connection he felt was between us and not some mystery woman. That night meant so much to me, and it warms my heart that it meant something to him as well.
“I’m glad it did,” I tell him honestly. “I know that might be wrong of me to say, but you have no idea how many times I tried to be intimate with guys. I was afraid it would never happen.”
“Which is why, as your partner, I need to know what happened. Not just for you but also for me, so I’m not caught up in my head worrying about what might trigger you.”
“I don’t want you to see me as that person,” I say, closing my eyes. “I like the way you look at me. And I’m afraid if you know what they did...What they made me do, the way you look at me will change.”
“Let me make something very clear,” Lincoln says, palming the side of my face. I open my eyes and our gazes lock. “There’s nothing those pieces of shits could’ve done to you that would make me want you any less. When I look at you, all I see is the beautiful, sexy woman who did what no other woman has ever done—made me want more.” He presses his lips to mine and then breaks our connection far too quickly. “One day, you’re going to tell me all that happened, and nothing you say will change a damn thing about how I see you, but for now, just tell me this: what is it you want?”
“You,” I say without hesitation.
A small smile quirks in the corners of his lips. “And what do you want from me?”
“Everything,” I tell him just before I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face toward mine, kissing him with everything in me.
Our lips caress each other for several seconds before I pull back slightly. “I don’t want them to win,” I murmur against his mouth. “I don’t want what they did to define me. I want to be with you in every way possible, for each memory we create to replace the one they burned into me.”
Lincoln nods in understanding, and then his mouth is back on mine, kissing me with the type of passion that sends electrical currents through my body and to the apex of my legs. I break our connection to pull his shirt over his head, and he does the same to me, removing my shorts and panties as well.
Once I’m naked, he gently rolls on top of me, and our eyes meet. “I’m going to do what I did before,” he says. “I want you to keep your eyes open and on me, and if you can’t handle it, you have to tell me. Okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe, a mixture of nervousness and excitement making my heart kick into overdrive. I’ve heard anal play can feel good, but since my experience was beyond painful, I never planned to find out. Now, with Lincoln, I want to see how good it can be. Everything we’ve done thus far has only brought me the best type of pleasure, and I have no doubt, he’ll make this good too. I just have to hope I can stay in the moment with him.
“Focus on me,” he says, noticing that I’m already lost in my own head. He kisses his way down my body, his eyes never leaving mine, and then spreads my thighs wide. Instead of going to my butt like he did last time, he focuses on my pussy, giving it attention until I’m dripping wet and begging for release. Then, he adds two fingers while massaging my clit, and I fly high onto the most amazing cloud of bliss.
Before I can come down from my high, my legs are pushed back, just like last time—only my eyes are on Lincoln’s as he does it, so I know it’s coming, allowing me to stay in the moment, in this room, in this bed, with him.
With his gaze never leaving mine, he dips his chin and makes a show of licking the juices that dripped down, his tongue gliding from the bottom of my ass and stopping once he’s reached my pussy. Instinctually, I tighten my anus, the feeling foreign, but I don’t freak out.
Lincoln continues to lick me from bottom to top, his tongue caressing and massaging my hole and then working its way to my clit. Every time his tongue ascends, he shifts my lower body downward, and when his tongue descends, it’s shifted upward, creating a rhythm.
Up. Swipe. Lick. Suck. Down. Massage. Repeat.
Little by little, the past is replaced with the present.
Pain. Pleasure.
Screams. Moans.
Fear. Trust.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “I can feel your orgasm. Come for me, Kitten.”