Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 119935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Yet, it was short-lived. He must’ve felt her energy, when she had so many questions racing through her mind.
He sat up on his elbows and stared at her for a long while before speaking.
“Somethin’ about you, Kim, makes me want to shield you from everything. Like I told you at Martha’s party, you’re my daffodil. I know you’re strong. I know you don’t need the wood, the marble and the steel… but maybe the wood, marble, and steel need the daffodil?”
She sat up and ran her hand along her arm, looking at him.
“Like a fence?”
“Yeah, like a fence. Maybe the flowers do as much good for the fence as the fence does for the flowers.”
He reached for her, a beautiful, almost graceful smile on his face. She felt a tickle by her lobe, then gasped when she realized he’d placed a small flower behind her ear. He got on his knees and leaned in to drop lazy kisses against her neck and clavicle bone. She pulsed with craving, her yearning for him flooding her, and she felt she’d go crazy if she didn’t feel him inside of her soon. He briefly retreated to open a small opening in the top of the tent, allowing a bit more of the sky to show.
Turning back to her, he roughly gripped the back of her neck, flipped her around, and positioned her on all fours. She trembled with anticipation when he gripped her waist and pulled her into his groin. Then, he rubbed gently up and down her upper thighs, one hand climbing up her body and clasping her left shoulder. She bowed her head. The darkness beneath her was the blackest of black… and she drowned in it, mired in sensation.
Her pussy swelled, juices dripping from the honey jar with every caress he bestowed upon her.
“Ahhh!” She clawed at the ground.
The first thrust always sent her whirling. That deep, divinely torturous breech.
“Breathe.”
How’d he know she’d forgotten? Was it that obvious, even with her face out of sight?
Jack pushed deep, slow, and easy into her, over and over. Her eyes watered with each thrust. Each pound. Each touch and kiss. She looked over her shoulder to see him lean back on one arm, and twist and rotate his hips, pushing up inside her. His slow, easy, well-timed rhythm was flawless, and the way he looked at her with such need sent her spiraling out of control. She screamed out in pleasure for his eyes burned into her soul as he made her feel like a woman after his very own heart.
“Jack! Oh, God!” Her orgasm hit her hard, but he kept going, thrusting deeper and deeper until at last, he leaned forward and stroked her clit while kissing all along her shoulder. Another set of orgasms emerged, and he whispered in her ear as her body betrayed her…
“Hey, little Daffodil. I love to play in your wet, hot garden…”
He was a gentle monster.
A magical being.
A complicated puzzle that wanted to be solved.
He was her hero. Her lover. And her friend.
They rested, gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling at one another. She laughed when he made a funny face. He wanted to please her. She could see that now, feel it. He wanted her to get everything she deserved in life.
“Look,” he said after a while, pointing up through the slit in the top of the tent. There were green and blue streaks all throughout the sky! Bright, fluorescent, incredible and magical.
“Oh, my goodness! Let me see!” She needed a better view, to witness it in all its glory.
He opened the tent even further, and she was able to see it all. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her mouth became dry. It was beyond surreal.
“It’s beautiful!!! This looks like something from outer space! I’m waiting for a flying saucer to zoom by!”
He had a chuckle at that.
“Yeah, some people say that. I agree with you. It’s definitely beautiful… yeah… it really is.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. “Some of us Alaskans take it for granted. Not me. It’s different each and every time.”
Jack sat back and sipped on his wine cooler, the shadows cast over half of his face, and the light shining on the other. She was mesmerized not just by the aurora, but also by the way the light and sky transformed his appearance.
He looks like the Phantom of the Opera… In that moment, he was the inside and outside of love, life, and the world. He was the dark, and the light. He was a man. A wolf. A mountain in the shadows and streams of sun. A valley in the moonlight and stardust. He was the galaxy and the Earth’s core. He was all that was primitive and unrefined, standing firm on black ice. Anxious to move left or right, front or back. He showed no fear in the face of his enemies. The only fear he held was that of himself. He played his role well. One false move, and you’d be in love. Perhaps they both were afraid of the next step—the one they knew was almost inevitable. Spinning out of control on black ice.