Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“I’m okay. I’m not great or fabulous, but I’m capable of moving from what happened to me.”
I smile, unable to hide the happiness. “I bet I can make you feel great, maybe even fabulous?” I tease. “You could use me again to help you forget. I’ll be fine with that.”
“I bet you are.” A tiny smile tucks on her full lips. She has me wrapped around her finger, and every inch of me calls to her. Her simple smile causes my heart rate to accelerate.
“Shouldn’t you be devising some insane, off the wall, guns blazing attack plan?” she asks as if she doesn’t want this, but her eyes tell me a different story, her pupils dilate, and her gaze drops to the iron rod tenting my pants.
Her teeth sink into her full, pale pink lip, and I’m more than ready to lose all my clothes and attack her like an animal.
Tugging at my shirt, I smile. “Gun’s a blazing sounds fun, but fucking you until you can’t walk or talk sounds better, doesn’t it?” I growl.
“As long as you understand that this is just sex for now.” Her voice turns serious for a moment, and so does mine when I answer.
“Got it. Just sex. If that’s all I can get right now, then I’ll take it.”
She nods, and I continue getting naked. With my shirt off, I start to tug my pants down.
“Let me,” she says, reaching out for me. Loosening the button, I watch her pull the sides of my pants down.
“Commando, huh?” She laughs as her brown eyes twinkle in the light. She’s so beautiful and far too fucking smart of a woman to be caught up with me. Shimmying out of my pants, I bend down to lay claim on her. I want her lips, her panting breaths, and her skin against mine until the sun comes up.
“What can I say? I’m always ready for you,” I half-joke. I am always ready for her. My teeth nip at her bottom lip. Her eyes turn to molten lava in an instant. I have the same effect on her that she has on me.
“I missed you so bad…” I practically pant as my hands drift under her shirt. I’m a thirsty man. It feels as if I haven’t had a drink from her beauty in months. I am starved.
Her lips find mine, devouring the very small amount of space separating us. Her urgency turns into mine, and in a matter of seconds, I pull her shirt off and move us to a sitting position.
“Are you ready for me, Mr. King?” she asks as one of her fingers reaches out, tracing over my bottom lip. The temptation to reach out and bite her is strong, but I want to go easy on her. I need to give her the control.
Looking down, my eyes glide over her body. Her full tits are on display for me, and I can’t stop myself from palming them.
“I’ve missed this, you… all of it…” She purrs as she arches into my touch.
“I bet you have, baby,” I say, moving one hand from her tit to between her legs. One stroke of my finger tells me she is soaked for me. My piccolo is a very dirty girl.
“So wet already?” I ask, laying hot kisses against her chest and neck. She pushes her dark locks to the side to give me more access. That’s when I see the bruises on her shoulder. They are small and insignificant to the naked eye, but to me, they are anything but.
“Who did this to you?” I ask, anger filling my voice. Her expression turns from lust to confusion in mere seconds as she looks down to see what I am talking about. Fear roots itself deep in my belly. Was she only telling me a half-truth?
“I… I don’t know where those came from, Enzo…” Her eyes plead with me to understand, and looking up at her, I know she is telling me the truth. She isn’t sure how she had been bruised. Had I done that to her? It could very well be possible.
“Shhhh. I’m sorry I scared you,” I whisper, laying soft kisses against the bruises. I want them to go away. I never want a single thing to blemish her beautiful skin.
From there, I trail my kisses over her neck and down her chest, listening to her breathe and to her heart accelerating.
“Being with you is like being on a roller coaster. The moments of fear when you don’t know what’s around the next corner. The feeling of falling, just for a fraction of a second, where you think death may finally get you. You make me feel all of it,” she says softly, her voice as smooth as silk.
Her words stir something deep within, and I lose control. She always brings unknown emotions to the surface. My fingers delve into her skin as I trace her entrance. So wet, so fucking wet for me.