Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
"Always so willing Lilly." He purrs in my ear. His other hand is pressed against my stomach pinning my body to his. He slips another finger into me and I moan. He begins to move, thrusting into me over and over. My body bows trying to seek relief. His other hand moves lower and presses against my lower stomach. This changes the angle somehow and abruptly my body starts to tremble. He thrusts again and again. The orgasm rips through me so forcefully that my legs give out underneath me. Theo holds me as I cry out in relief.
He holds me until my breathing steadies, then he flattens his body over mine and shocks me by tearing my thong off. He slowly eases into me. He thrusts forward over and over until he's buried within me. The feeling is euphoric. He cups my breasts, stroking and pinching my nipples. He pulls out and slams forward into me. Each time he pushes me to the edge of pain and pleasure, relentlessly torturing me with an overload of sensation. My insides start to tremble and just when I’m close, he pulls away from me and sits on the edge of the bed. My entire body is like an elastic band pulled too tight and ready to snap. He smiles at me alluringly ebbing away some of my frustration. He inclines his chin, beckoning me forward. I straddle his lap. He kisses across my neck and collar bone whilst I gradually lower onto him. A moan escapes me when I take all of him. I begin to grind into him. His hands gently stroke my back as he stares at me, his beautiful eyes study mine. We've never had sex like this before, this is somehow so intimate. He places his hands on either side of my face and kisses me gently yet passionately. His lips mould to mine perfectly. I continue an unrelenting but leisurely rhythm. When I come, he holds me close and climaxes with me, crying out my name. Something just changed, something has changed, but I’m not sure what. Either way, it makes me feel comforted yet uncomfortable at the same time.
I wait until Theo is sleeping soundly, breathing slow and deep before crawling out of the bed. I just need to hold it together until I can get out of here. The worst part of this is knowing it will hurt me and yet he will probably have gotten over it by this evening and found someone else to take my place. I sigh, slip on my dress and tiptoe down the hall. I creep upstairs into the living area. In the office desk I find paper and a pen and begin to write.
Theo.
I am writing you this letter because I know that if I tell you this in person you will try to change my mind, but I know this is best for both of us.
I can't do this anymore. It was inevitable. I'm sorry.
Lilly.
I don't know what else to say. There is nothing else to say. I take the note and go back downstairs. Theo is still asleep, he looks so peaceful and so beautiful. I want desperately to kiss him, but I’m afraid he'll wake up and then change my mind. I need to do this. As much as I feel toward him, I have to protect myself. I place the note on the bedside table and pick up the BMW keys. Goodbye Theo. I walk away knowing that a piece of me is still lying in that bed with him.
Chapter 15 – Theo
I awake in the morning and stretch out my arm. Lilly's not there and the bed is cold. Her scent still hangs in the air, mixed with the unmistakeable smell of sex. I climb out of bed and head upstairs.
"Lilly?" I search the house but she's gone. I walk back into the bedroom and spot the small white square of paper on the bedside table. I open it and read the two written sentences. My chest aches at the sight of her words. Sheer panic followed by desolation consumes me. I should have known, her kisses last night were crazed, almost desperate. She was saying goodbye, and I was so wrapped up in her that I ignored it. As I stare blankly at the scrap of paper I realise that now I know what it is to have her...I can't go back. I will fight for her, no matter what.
I call her several times before deciding to just go over to her flat. By the time I get there I'm irrationally angry. Why I don't know. She's doing what she thinks is best for her. I can't fault her for that, but I feel betrayed in a way that I really shouldn't. This whole situation is so fucked up. I care about her, but I don't want to and she certainly doesn't want me to. I shouldn't be bothered in the slightest by her middle of the night disappearance, yet I feel like she just cut me and by rehashing it in my mind over and over, I keep rubbing salt in the wound.