Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Cum for me Callan; please cum inside me.” She bit ear and whispered lustful words, words that were meant to incite, to inflame.
The more she whispered how much she loved what I was doing to her, the more she begged for more, the harder I fucked until I was racing towards the finish.
I felt the first tingle as it started in my balls and spread its way out. My toes curled and I switched nipples, nibbling her flesh harder than was comfortable but I couldn’t help myself.
That sweet madness that I know so well overtook me and all that mattered was cumming inside her. It didn’t matter that she already carried my child, sharing my seed with her, knowing that a part of me was growing inside her, always spurs me on to madness.
When I came this time my face was buried in her neck and her flesh was between my teeth as I marked her for all the world to see.
Callan
“I know you have a lot of questions, I know you’re afraid. But I’ve taken measures this time to protect you. Just trust me…”
“Where is she?”
“She’s dead.” She picked her head up off my shoulder and looked down at me. I brushed my fingers down her cheek.
We were finally catching our breath after another round of lovemaking and it was only because I knew she was sore that I wasn’t already back inside her again.
“But Trudy…”
“I know, this time she had a twin, that’s why I’ve kept her around. Judy never had a twin before, so it’s a bit hard understanding her part. But I promise you, I’d kill her before I let her hurt you and the babies.”
I pulled her head back down to my chest and held her close. Ours is a love that has lasted many lifetimes. Whether blessing or curse, that’s the way it’s been since the first. But always before, we’d lost. This time I mean for us to win.
“Tell me!”
“Mom and Ella of course knew as soon as I was born. My memories as you know, don’t start until I reach my teens.”
“As you can imagine, mom and Ella were afraid that we’d relive the same thing again, take the same path. But I dared test fate this time.”
Our story began here in this house, on this land, over two hundred years ago. My family was one of the first to settle here, when the land was little more than marsh.
My ancestor made great strides and built the family fortune into something to be envied by all those around, and it was into this life of luxury that I was first born, two hundred years ago.
The son of a wealthy family, I had the world at my fingertips. But the only thing I ever wanted was the caretaker’s daughter; Noelle.
I’d left home for university at eighteen, and afterwards had spent many years traveling the world, learning new things before returning home.
My father was getting up there in age and it was known that I would take over the running of the estate on my return.
With my years of leisure behind me, I was more than looking forward to taking over the reins, implementing some of what I’d learned in my travels.
Who knew that my father would pass while I took passage across the ocean and be buried the week before I arrived home?
Almost overnight I became the head of the family and the owner of a vast estate. I’d thrown myself into work to overcome my grief, but soon found that instead of feeling encumbered by the great responsibility, I rather liked the new adventure.
The last thing on my mind those first weeks and months was pleasure. There was much to be done to get the place to where I wanted it and though no one questioned me, it’s never easy accepting new ways for some.
But though I may not have been seeking pleasure, it found me in its own special way. When I least expected it, but needed it most. I’ll never forget the day we met. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
And of all our meetings over time, that one still stands out for me, as the best day of my life. And why wouldn’t it? It was then our journey began.
It was her laughter that had drawn my attention as I rode the fields that day. My trip had taken me to the field behind her home.
The little cottage that had housed the caretaker and his family since the plantation had been built. The one whose ruins were still there to this day.
I’d heard tinkling laughter coming from the brush beyond the huge magnolia tree. The sound was so free, so lacking of any worry or care. Like the laughter of a small child who had yet to taste of the bitterness of life.