Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
She liquefies around my cock as if the feel of me inside her brings the deepest relief.
Softly, languidly, I stroke in and out. At this pace, I feel her everywhere, every pulse, every precious inch. She moans into my mouth, yielding to the heavy friction and bending beneath my weight.
“Feels so fucking good. Come here.” I sit back on my heels and tug her toward me. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Pressing a hand to her belly, I feel my hardness moving inside her, against my hand, slow, slower, achingly perfect. A gentle glide, so wet and effortless despite the squeezing tight fit.
“You were made for this cock.” I push deeper, swelling harder, hissing past my teeth. “Your pussy’s so warm. So wet. Yeah, pulse around me. Just like that. Fuuuuck.”
With each long, luxurious thrust, I revel in the warm, swarming power of it. I don’t need to ram my way in. Her body knows me, opens for me, and allows me to make space without causing her pain or discomfort.
“I’m so happy when I’m inside you.” Moaning, slow and lazy, I ride, the world outside forgotten, all fears put on hold, dominated by slick, drugging pleasure. “I feel alive when I fuck you. Ahhhh, God. Fuck, yes.”
Finding her hands, I restrain them against the bed above her head, wrist to wrist, making her feel every tunneling plunge as I grind against her clit.
She plants a foot on the mattress and hooks her other leg around my hip, lifting into me, meeting my painstakingly slow rhythm, and spiking my pleasure into the cosmos.
“Leo.” Gasping, she pins me with those soulful green eyes. “I’m close.”
I cup her face, fingers stroking her temple, and finish her off.
Our love, our connection, our divine sexual chemistry—all of it culminates in a synchronized eruption of spasms, goosebumps, and glittery, groaning relief.
“I’m going to fuck my come into you.” My mind fractures as lightning races through my body, shooting shockwaves to every limb. “Fuck, Frankie. Fuck!”
I groan, long and loud, collapsing on her, reeling, twitching, shattered to my soul.
Aftershocks ripple through her cunt, squeezing my cock, compelling me to thrust a few more times. I devour her mouth in sloppy, breathless kisses until we’re empty and listless. Then I roll off her.
“Thank you.” Panting, she stares at the ceiling and blindly reaches for my hand. “Thank you for coming back for me, for being here.”
“I’ll always come for you.” I lift her fingers to my mouth, kissing them and grinning. “My filthy, sloppy wet, come-filled girl.”
Her laughter fades into a sigh. “The thing is you’re not just here when life is beautiful. You show up when it’s completely falling apart and make it beautiful again.”
She is life, and she’s always beautiful, even when she’s falling apart. Anything less than this inspiring, heart-shaped, purely sacred woman isn’t a life at all.
But as I put us both back into our clothes and pocket her shredded underwear, the shadows of reality creep back in.
The threat is still out there, and our struggles are far from over.
26
Leonid
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Frankie and I lie on the bed in the guest cabin, our bodies facing each other, noses almost touching. Our hands lace together, fingers intertwined with an intimacy that stokes my protective fire.
Those fucking texts weigh heavily on my mind. I wish I had a better grasp of phone technology. The urgent need to talk through it with Kody has my heart rate pinned in the red zone.
The situation is dire, but we’ve faced worse. The key now is to remain vigilant, to out-think and outmaneuver whoever this nutjob is.
As I lie there, staring into her burdened eyes, determination charges me. We’ll uncover the truth, and we’ll protect what is ours. No matter the cost.
“What are we going to do?” she whispers, her breath warm against my lips.
“We’ll start by figuring out who sent those messages. I’ll learn what I can about the technology, see if it’s traceable. In the meantime, we’ll be careful, watchful. We won’t let them scare us into hiding.”
“I told Rhett I was ready to return to work.”
“Not until we know who’s threatening you.”
“But you just said—”
“We’re not hiding. Being careful means staying together. So unless I can shadow you at the hospital…”
“You can’t.” She looks like she might argue but instead asks, “What if it’s Monty?”
“I’ll go through his phone when he returns.”
“If he used a burner, he would’ve tossed it.”
I need a damn manual to explain burners, unknown numbers, and the inner workings of electronic communication.
“What did you tell Rhett?” I ask.
“He only knows what the media knows. When he started to leave, I panicked.” She sighs, a jagged, weary sound. “So I told him the truth. I’m afraid to be alone right now because of things that happened to me in the Arctic. I kept it vague, and he stayed without prying for details.”