Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Until I’m existing someplace different from here.
Sebastian mounts me, his large body like a shadow over me as his hand loops around my neck.
Being in this position is like coming home.
Like finally finding that missing piece and sliding it back in place.
I’ve done everything to try to fill the gap inside me. I tried every trick under the sun and talked to more therapists than I can count. But none of them helped me alleviate the chronic emptiness.
None of them told me the only way to erase the hollowness is to recharge. To go back to him.
My beast.
My monster.
My twisted enigma.
He thrusts inside me so violently, I sob. Not because it hurts, though it does, or because he’s huge, even though his cock feels like it’s ruining something inside me, but because of all of this.
The fight.
The chase.
The fantasy.
It’s the raw and primitive way he touches me. As if he never stopped touching me.
As if we’ve been beast and prey for as long as we’ve lived and we’re just finally finding our way back to each other again.
Even if it’s only for this moment.
I arch my back, taking more of him in. I’m not fighting anymore as my body recognizes his and we fall into a magical synergy.
Or maybe it’s twisted.
“Fuck…such a good slut…” he groans as his thrusts turn deeper, longer. Rougher.
My slick back slides off the wood with each of his merciless pounds. Only his grip on my neck keeps me anchored in place as he takes and takes.
In return, he gives me the missing piece of my soul.
He gives me what I haven’t had in a long time.
It builds with a fast, ruthless force that doesn’t allow me to catch my breath. By the time it slams against me, I’m screaming, my hands reaching out for him.
I don’t care which part I touch, as long as I touch him, as long as I make sure he’s here.
He’s alive.
My palms find the sweaty muscles of his chest and I dig my nails in as I tremble through my orgasm.
Sebastian lowers his head and sucks on the flesh of my collarbone, then bites down. Hot fiery pain explodes on my skin and detonates another orgasm in the wake of the first.
His movements turn out of control as he drives inside me with a violent type of carnal desire.
Then he stills on top of me before his cum warms my insides.
I pant, mewling in the after-effects of my orgasm. Sebastian’s guttural inhales and exhales mix with mine as he continues biting on my collarbone, my breasts, my throat.
Everywhere.
A tear slides down my cheek, but it’s different from how I sobbed and screamed through my orgasm.
This is my first tear of joy in seven years.
And it’s all because of him. My heartbreakingly beautiful monster.
My beast has made me feel wanted.
Important.
Alive.
26
Naomi
I don’t know how long I lie there sprawled out on the ground.
But it’s long enough that the sweat has started to get cold and goosebumps erupt on my skin.
Sebastian disappeared from on top of me soon after he was done, but I haven’t heard his footsteps around me.
For some reason, it feels as if he’s watching me from the darkness, biding his time before he jumps me again.
Or maybe he’s giving me an opening so I can get the hell up and leave his apartment.
The reality of what’s happened hits me hard and fast and I jerk up into a sitting position. A slight ache erupts between my legs and I wince as I lean on my palm to catch my breath.
I can’t stay here.
When Sebastian said he’d tell me what he wanted in exchange for staying away from Akira, I knew it would be something sexual.
But I never thought we’d pick up right where we left off as if nothing had happened. I never thought the mere touch of his skin on mine would set my world ablaze. It’s even more intense than when we were college kids.
His touch has become more firm and unapologetic.
Control oozes from each of his movements, turning me into a bundle of shriveling nerves.
The thought of him doing that to anyone else boils acid in my stomach. It brings out the angsty, stabby part of me I thought I left in Blackwood.
Not that I have the right to be jealous.
Anyway, I need to get out of here so I can pull myself—or what remains of myself—together.
I attempt to stand when Sebastian’s heavy footsteps echo around me. I still, holding my rugged breaths in. It’s so hard to breathe with him around and I find myself counting each inhale and exhale.
Blinding white light bathes the room. I was so used to the darkness that the brightness assaults my sticky lids.
My eyes slowly widen when I make out Sebastian. I knew he was naked earlier, but feeling it and seeing it are entirely different.