Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
I cried out into the cascading water. “Oh, Kaz!”
The intense passion of our lovemaking soared to extraordinary heights of ecstasy.
Maybe, it was because we had gone so long without these moments.
Yet, with each touch, I felt an exquisite pleasure, as if he were awakening a hidden part of me that I hadn’t known existed. And experienced a sense of completeness that I had never felt before.
Fucking my pussy slowly, he brushed his lips against my ear. “Are you going to cum for me?”
“Y-yes.”
His cock pulsed. His thrusts deepened, becoming more urgent. And then, my body further surrendered to the sensual rhythmic motion of his cock.
“Oh!” Panting, I arched my back, my breasts thrusting forward. My pussy convulsed around him, gripping his cock.
He kept on fucking me.
“Yes.” He groaned. “I love when that pussy tightens around me.”
Every cell in my body felt like it was exploding in slow motion, as if I were a lit firework going off into bursts of red, gold, and orange.
“Fuck, mysh!” His cock jerked, sending tremors of electricity through my veins.
In my head, lights flashed. Colors swirled into a cacophony of brightness. My entire body flooded with a warm light.
Kaz let out a guttural groan as his cock erupted. Hot cum burst inside me.
He thrust into my pussy, again and again, spilling more into me. “Fuuuckk!”
My heart pounded in my ears.
Then, he sagged against me.
Our breaths mingled as one.
He kissed my shoulder, then my cheek, and then my lips. In that very second, I’d never felt so content, as if everything were right with the world.
I leaned back against the wet marble, a slow, lazy smile spread over my lips.
There was so much steam his face was barely visible. Still, I could see the wild possession in his eyes.
“Mysh.”
“Yes, baby.”
“With every breath I take, I promise to protect our love.”
“Our love doesn’t need protecting. It’s safe.”
“It must be.” He captured my mouth and then brushed his lips against my wet cheek. “Because your love is the light that guides me through the darkness. Without it, I would be nothing. I would destroy this fucking world.”
Chapter 9
Us
Kazimir
So much steam filled the bathroom. It wafted around the floor and even swirled up to the ceiling, dancing along the light.
The scent of lavender mixed with the fading aroma of our sex.
In front of me, Emily dried off in the steamed up mirror, and I towered behind her.
Silent.
Watching.
Wondering.
On the inside, my heart rumbled in my chest with an unstoppable rage—a fire smoldering beneath my skin, refusing to be doused.
On the outside, beads of water trickled down my naked body, running from my shoulders to my chest, slipping over my abs until it dripped down to my aching cock hanging heavy between my thighs, barely satiated and yearning for more.
Still, that ever-present rage throbbed deep in my core, burning hotter and hotter with each passing second.
I didn’t hurt her pussy as much as I desired because in the shower she was Emily, and that was not the target of my anger.
How could she? No. Do not think about it.
I breathed in.
I breathed out.
The rage began to ebb, but not quite enough.
I returned my view to my mouse, assessing our reflections in the steamy mirror.
Her black hair was slicked back from the water. Her brown skin glowed in the bathroom’s dim lighting. Since having Emilio, her ass had gotten wider, fatter. The mere view of it made me want to growl.
Instead, I raised my focus to those full breasts, bigger than ever. Heavy with milk to feed my son.
Such a small woman to have such an enormous impact in my life.
Even with Emily in front of me, I could still make out the contours of my body in the foggy mirror’s glass—my chest heaving up and down, the sides of my abs, the bulk of my arms, my fists clenched on the side.
Just from looking at us, someone could think that I was the scariest person in the room. Surely, I had the most menacing figure.
Yet, they would be wrong.
It was my mouse who was the true terror.
When will Lunita come out to play?
I gritted my teeth, ready for her.
I was starting to think that love and insanity were two sides of the same coin. Weren’t both born from the same mysterious depths of the human heart? Couldn’t both trigger pain?
My mouse was madness captured within compassion and beauty.
But, one could never forget the madness.
And yet, in her I found a reflection of my own soul, fractured and flawed, but also capable of great depth and beauty. For in the end, it was the very madness of her love that made my mouse so compelling, so irresistible, and so utterly essential to my life.
But, what would I do with her dark side?
Why would you think there could be anyone else, Lunita? You both are mine. I told you this. There is nothing else to discuss.