Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“That’s it, baby. Feel me...take your pleasure.” His breath is hot and ragged. “Come for me, Julianna. Ride my cock.” He deepens the kiss, and for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you where I am right now. He pinches my nipple hard and I scream out.
“Oh, God!” My body has no shame as I stand on the blissful edge. My limbs involuntarily begin to spasm as I fall from the cliff. Everything seems to go numb and tingly from my head to my toes, and I can hear myself moaning and panting hard into his mouth. His kiss suddenly becomes desperate while he watches me through hooded eyes as I come. He swallows the sounds of my release, continuing to thrust his hips hard against mine, grinding them back and forth.
Holy shit... “My God, that was…” I moan with labored breaths.
“Amazing,” he pipes in with a grunted whisper, “simply amazing.”
I look into his beautiful eyes and feel an immediate connection. Neither one of us can deny this feeling. I have never experienced such an intense, unexplainable bombardment of sensations all at one time. It was insanely beautiful. I can only imagine what it would be like to have Travis be the one to take my innocence. I would’ve just given it to him in the heat of the moment. As the sensations from my climax begin to dissipate, I realize what I just thought and I swallow hard. What the hell am I saying? I would’ve let him have sex with me? I shake my head. This is not me.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful when you come,” he whispers in an awestruck tone. “You look like an angel.” He pulls his head back, his hand stroking my cheek tenderly as he looks down into my eyes with wonderment. Sweat beads have formed along his hairline, and his chest is slightly-rising as he catches his breath. His expression is soft and gentle, perhaps even reverent, and it feels right.
Who is this man? I try to look further into his soul through the depths of his sparkling green eyes, and I think I catch a glimpse of the true Travis. I see a kind, beautiful man who has a conscience, and perhaps a man who may want something more than just to get laid. I’m baffled at how no one has ever had this effect on me before, no one.
Travis lowers his head back down, burying his nose into the crook of my neck. His breath tickles my skin as he forcefully calms himself, and I assume he’s trying to get his fella under control. As intense as this was, I’m surprised he had the willpower to actually stop.
My breathing has slowed down, as well, and now that the intimate moment is over, I’m faced with an awkward silence. I’m rendered speechless. I mean, what do I say? Thank you, Mr. Hot Captor Man. When can we do this again? I don’t need him having this effect on me.
Since I’ve come to my senses, I close my eyes, shutting out the impending doom that’s getting ready to unfold. I hear the door to the room click open, and Travis quickly grabs the edge of my robe to conceal my chest. I’m almost stunned by his altruistic act of generosity. I whisper a meek, “Thank you,” into the air between us.
“Sorry it took me so long; I had new calculations to formulate, and then I had to clean up my nose, and—“
Travis looks at Jared and rudely interrupts, “I don’t give a shit, Jared. Just get this going.” Travis’ body stiffens, and gone is the tender moment we shared. His mask of indifference is back on, and I feel slightly jaded.
Jared says, “Give it about fifteen minutes, then it should be safe for you to get off her.”
Fifteen minutes?! My eyes bolt open, horrified. I can’t take another second of Travis laying on top of me, working his wiles over my emotions.
“Trust me, this fifteen minutes will feel like an eternity for me,” he says, letting out a groaned sigh.
“Glad I could provide you with your cheap entertainment of the day,” I respond sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re anything but cheap.”
I feel the needle pierce my right thigh, and I shut my eyes against the jab, wincing. “What did you give me?” I ask half panic-stricken, half in disbelief that I’m actually living in this tortuous Hell. Even though I asked, I don’t really listen to him. I want to be an ostrich and stick my head in the sand.
“...dosage and a sedative...” Jared babbles, but I can’t hear anything, because at that moment, Travis tilts his head back down, whispering his hot breath into my ear. “Ssh, things will get easier now; you’ll see.”
I don’t want things to get easier, especially where Travis is concerned. I don’t want to be drugged! Fearing the worst, I start thrashing wildly, my legs flailing, but my upper body isn’t moving. His overpowering-strength and weight still dominate me, rendering my efforts useless.