Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Opening her eyes, she whispers, “Just like this. All I need is to feel you inside me.”
I growl but settle for fondling her ass, stroking her cheeks, molding her flesh while she works herself into a blissful frenzy.
“That's it. That's my good girl. Fuck me, Bianca. I’m always shocked by how well you take my cock. Like it was made for you.” I take a handful of her hair and pull her in, my lips devouring hers the moment they touch. Every sweep of my tongue, every nip of my teeth against her full, juicy lips, leaves her moaning into my mouth, guttural sounds that make my balls lift in anticipation of the way she's going to milk every drop of cum out of me. Her tiny nails sink deep into the flesh of my chest, the sting of pain an afterthought. I’ll go through anything to keep her at my side.
“Look at me,” I rasp, our hot breaths mingling. “Open your eyes. Look at me, Bianca.”
Nothing could prepare me for the rush of heat and feebleness that races through me like fire when I gaze into those blue eyes. Eyes I've left full of tears, eyes that have radiated faith and trust. Eyes that are now full of lust, yet there's something deeper flickering in those endless pools of blue.
Something that leaves me exposed. Wide open. It hits me with all the force of a train and is almost enough to make me stop her, to stop all of this. It's too much; I don't know what to do with it. The feeling of her staring into my soul, seeing all the fractured pieces. All the dirty, ugly parts of me.
“Come with me,” she rasps, driving herself down. Her ass slaps against my thighs, the sound filling the room as her strokes turn faster, and harder. Every downward stroke rubs her clit against my base while I move inside her. “Please, Callum. Come inside me. Fill me with your seed.”
The way she begs is so fucking pretty that I have no choice but to thrust my hips up, pushing deep inside her, my cock hitting the back of her pussy with every penetrating stroke. Our frantic gasps for air fill the room like I’m filling her, stretching her, making her moan my name in helpless abandon.
“Callum… oh god,” she whimpers, and I grip her closer, owning her, imprinting myself on her while I continue to jackhammer into her tightness. Her muscles grip me like a vice, and her entire body tenses. Then like a bomb, she explodes, rippling with pleasure as a million tiny muscles massage me, drawing the cum from my balls.
“Fuck, baby, you make it impossible for me not to cum when your pussy squeezes me so hard,” I grit through my teeth while trying to elongate her orgasm.
“Callum,” she purrs, pressing her face into the side of my neck, burrowing against me like a kitten. Then, the moment her lips touch my throat, I explode. The first spurt shoots from my tip into her hot, pulsing core. I swear I cum forever. On and on it goes, until our combined juices drip from her while she lies against me, gasping for air, warm and trembling and so very mine. Nothing is going to take her from me. Nothing and no one. She's the other half of my soul, the thing that keeps my heart beating.
As badly as I want this moment to remain, I need to get us into bed where we can continue. Snaking a hand between our bodies, I lift her gently and zip my pants before standing and gathering her in my arms, cradling her against my chest.
“Where are you taking me?” She wraps her arms around my neck and tucks her head under my chin. Now that she’s come, she’s loose and relaxed, her voice thick.
“To bed, of course. Unless you wanted to sleep in the chair.”
Tonight, I'm going to hold her while I sleep. I'm going to hold her because I need to remember, even when I'm not awake, that she's with me. That she's still mine. Even if the fear of what she will soon discover has me terrified to tell her the truth. No, I wasn’t the one to kill her mother, but the associates I worked with did. I can only hope she’ll forgive me because living without her is no longer an option.
“Callum… I love you.” She whispers against my skin, and my heart lurches in my chest.
I don’t know what I would do without her by my side. My queen, my love. And I never want to have to find out. I gently place her on the bed and take her face into my hands. Her blue eyes are hazy with sleep. She’s content in my arms, and I love the way she looks at me like I’m the keeper of her world.