Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
"I'm guessing that's why we're lying here now instead of my father planning a funeral," she murmurs.
"Yeah," I say. Silence cloaks the room once again before Morgan speaks.
"Even though I'm still a little upset about how we got to this point, I do want to thank you," she says softly. "It's so easy to be so absorbed in the things going on in my life to the point that I didn't even see the dangers around me. It's so unsettling to know how close I was to death. Even now, it's still scary to think about." She sniffles and wipes her face. "Even after this situation is resolved, I don't think I'll be able to live normally. Now, I'll always be afraid that someone may be after me, someone else wanting to kill me for one reason or another, and next time, you may not be around to protect me from that."
I move my hand to her cheek, a tear wetting the pad of my thumb as I brush it away. "You'll be able to live your normal life once we get this resolved. Don't let these people kill your spirit and force you to live in fear. If you do that, it only means they've won."
"Maybe they have," she mutters bitterly.
"But they haven't," I remind her. "You have your whole life ahead of you, Morgan. This is only just a bump in the road that won't matter next year or even next month once the threat is eliminated." I caressed her cheek. "You're a ray of sunshine that deserves to continue burning bright in this life. And I'll do everything in my power to make sure to get you to the other side of this safely. I promise."
She nods. "Thank you," she says, a multitude of emotions tangled in the two words. Before I can even respond, her mouth crashes against mine in a fiery kiss as her fingers tangle into my hair. The tension once plaguing my body quickly melts with each passing second. When she finally pulls back, she pushes out a soft breath before timid eyes look up at me. "I just want to forget about all this for a little while."
"We can stop talking about it if you want," I offer, but she slightly shakes her head.
"I..." She searches for what she wants to say. "I...want to feel something else but fear right now. I just want to feel good."
I'm usually not one to pass up an opportunity for sex, but I know it isn't what she needs. The last thing I want is for her to wake up with any regrets as she did when she learned the truth a few hours ago. I kiss her gently as I unbutton her shorts. She rolls onto her back when I slip my hand beyond the lacy material of her panties as my fingers seek out her needy clit. The moment my fingers connect with it, she whimpers against my lips while rolling her hips against my hand.
All of the chaos that surrounds us turns into a muted afterthought as my tongue explores her mouth. Her fears transform into pleasure with each swipe of my finger, her juices coating my fingers. My cock twitches in my boxers when she moans into the darkness as I slip a finger inside her. She's so tight and wet that I practically leak at the thought of being inside her again. Her walls clench my finger as I work it inside her, my thumb still rubbing circles on her slippery clit. Something unfamiliar stirs in my chest as I look down at her. The thought that something could've happened to her earlier sends anxiety needling in my chest again. I want more opportunities to have her like this—wet and needy—and knowing that the real threat is closer than I've anticipated only fills me with more worry.
"Trent," she whispers at the end of a moan, her hand squeezing my wrist.
"I'm right here, princess," I murmur, planting kisses along her jaw as I slip a second finger inside her. "You're so tight, princess. My cock is a little jealous right now."
"Then why isn't it inside me?"
I kiss her forehead. "Because this is about you right now, not me. You need this more than I do," I reply.
She connects our lips once again, her moans and whimpers coming quicker as I move my fingers faster inside her. My cock is so hard that it's nearly painful, but all I can focus on is her pleasure. Her happiness and comfort are at the forefront of my mind, my main objective centering on her. I know I can't completely take her fear away, but if an orgasm can give her a temporary moment of peace, then I'll give it to her a million times over.
"Oh my god," she whines as her back arches off the bed a little, her hand tightening on my wrist.