Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Do it,” I moan as the orgasm strikes me again, as my entire lower half sets alight.
“Beg for it,” he growls. “For…everything.”
Before he told me he loved me, I might’ve been too nervous to realize what he meant before I felt how right this is.
But I get it.
“Come inside me, Felix,” I moan. “I want it so badly. Please. I’m begging, baby. I want our future. I want kids. I want a l-l-life.”
He groans as veins stand out on his neck, his muscles tensing even more, his chest looking as though it may explode from the release. We stay like that, hovering in the pleasure until he collapses atop me and begins to pant.
I wrap my arms around him, carefully avoiding his bandage and the fresh tattoo, pressing my lips against his sweaty neck and tasting the saltiness of his skin.
“That was everything I wished it would be,” he says, kissing my cheek as his cock wilts inside of me. “Freya, the way you moved.”
“Do you mean it?” I whisper, knowing I have to ask it now to get the disappointment out of the way.
He rolls aside, looking down at me. “Yeah. I want you again already. And it’s so good to know my seed is inside you now…that we have a chance at our life. You drove me crazy at the end, saying all that stuff.”
I beam and then shake my head. “Thank you. But I meant….”
He narrows his eyes, then smiles. “I love you, Freya. I’ve got no doubt about that.”
“I love you too,” I whisper. “Does that make us crazy?”
He laughs gruffly. “Maybe it does. But this whole situation is crazy. I know one thing, though…it’s true. What we want. The life we’re fighting for.”
“It is,” I agree, placing my hand against his chest, feeling his heart pounding against his thick muscles. “I hope we weren’t too loud.”
“Me too,” he says. “I don’t want to disrespect your mother. Really, we shouldn’t have done it here. But I couldn’t resist you. I can’t.”
“I couldn’t resist you either,” I say. “I just hope she understands when we tell her.”
“I hope so, too,” Felix says, wrapping his arm around me and hugging me close. “But for now, Freya…let me feel what it’s like when the woman I love falls asleep in my arms.”
I sink against him, closing my eyes, as he hugs me with even more protective security. I’ve never felt so safe nor so hopeful for the future as sleep begins to take me.
His arms let me sink into dreams of the future.
Dreams of art projects with our children, of laughter as we sit around the table at Christmas, a thousand vignettes flooding my mind.
All of them are sweeter than the last.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Felix
I can’t imagine a better way of waking up than this, my woman in my arms, softly breathing as she sleeps.
I sit up so I can watch her, her chest rising and falling gently, a small smile on her lips as though she’s having good dreams.
The clock tells me it’s seven AM. That’s the sort of time that normally drives me from bed, making me feel lazy, my discipline kicking in and making me want to go, go, go.
But now I feel as if I could lie here forever.
The moment shatters at the heavy knock on the door.
“Freya?” It’s her mother. “Are you awake?”
I give Freya a tender shake, waking her up. A smile spreads across her face as she gazes up at me, her eyes sleepy, but it fades when her mother speaks again.
“Hello?”
Freya’s eyes snap open, the color draining from her cheeks as if asking me what we’re going to do.
I lean close to her ear, whispering. “We’re going to be husband and wife one day. We’re going to be a family. She has to find out eventually. I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers. “But what should I say?”
“The truth,” I tell her. “It’s always a good place to start…remember?”
She smiles and then sits up, her hands clawing at each other as though she’s trying to work out some of the tension.
“Mom,” she says, voice rising. “I’m not in here alone.”
She winces as she speaks, expecting her mother to charge through the door.
“Julie’s in there?” she answers.
Freya smiles, but it’s a tight one. It’s like if she doesn’t smile, she’ll burst into anxious tears.
I place my hand on her shoulder, squeezing supportively.
At least her mom didn’t hear us last night. That’s something.
“No,” Freya says. “It’s Felix. Here’s in here with me.”
“Oh.” There’s a pause, and then Annabelle repeats herself. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Freya sighs. “I think we need to talk.”
The three of us sit around the table in the kitchen corner. Kenny and his men, Julie, Yasmin, and Felicia, are all elsewhere in the house.
They all know anyway. I told Yasmin. Kenny guessed, and Freya told me before we left her room that Julie knows about us.