Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
He set off an explosion of lust when he pressed his cock against me.
“I need you,” I moaned. “Please, Master.”
“Fuck,” he exhaled. “I can’t say no to you.”
Good. We needed to indulge and get lost in each other.
I reached up and kissed his neck while he scrambled for the nightstand. The guest rooms here didn’t have Bibles in the drawer. They had lube, rubbers, oil, and lotion.
“Do I have anything to worry about?” he asked quietly.
“No.” I didn’t wanna broach that topic; I didn’t wanna let it pierce our bubble, but no, he had nothing to worry about.
I wasn’t ready to ask if he’d been with others, but since he chose the oil and nothing else, I had hope. Pleasure coursed through me, and I planted openmouthed kisses along his neck and shoulder as I pushed down our boxer briefs.
He took over when I couldn’t reach and threw our clothes on the floor. Then we collided in the best ways. He kissed me brutally, he readied me with his slick fingers, he replaced his fingers with his thick cock, he stretched me, and he drew moans from me that I hadn’t heard in months.
“Jesus.” He buried his face against my neck and pushed harder.
I whimpered, caught off guard by the painful fire. It sizzled its way through my body and reignited me with a force I hadn’t anticipated. I latched on to him; I wrapped my legs around him, and I dug my fingernails into the flesh of his back, feeling his muscles ripple underneath every time he thrust forward.
I’d never let go again.
We were going to be okay.
I woke up the next morning to find the spot next to me cold, but before I could even begin to worry or fret, my fingers came across a piece of paper.
He’d left a note.
I cracked my eyes open and read it.
Before the soldiers in ancient Rome went to war, it’s a known fact that they fueled their stomachs with pizza on the balcony. (I’ll be right back.)
I grinned sleepily and rolled over, dragging his pillow with me that I hugged to my chest and buried my face in. Soldiers going to war… Apt description. Lee and I had to go to war, together, side by side, and fight our old demons.
A groan slipped out as I stretched along the mattress, and I didn’t know what I loved more, the aches that flared wherever he’d grabbed at me, the soreness in my ass, or the determination that was drowning my anxiousness. The sun was shining outside, I heard freaking birds, and the leaves were changing color. Best of all, I was gonna have pizza on the balcony with the love of my life.
I was ready to fight. Which reminded me…
I scrambled out of bed and into my sweats, and then I fetched the notepad from the nightstand and wrote my own note to him.
Good morning, my Master. I’m ready to bleed for a better fate, and my stomach is snarling for fuel. (I’m on the balcony.)
I tore off the note and—
The door opened.
“Dammit!” I exclaimed. “I was just gonna put this note outside the door.”
He looked bewildered for a second before a lazy grin took over. “Morning. You look beautiful and freshly fucked.”
I exhaled a chuckle and went over to him. “Good morning.” After grabbing the tray from him, I reached up for a quick kiss, and I gave him the note. The smell of pizza hit me and made my stomach growl. He’d stacked our slices on top of one another, and the cheese was still bubbling from a spin in the microwave. “Freshly fucked and ready to rumble, soldier.”
He smiled as he eyed the note. “Good, me too. Let’s eat.”
As soon as we got outside, it became very clear that we needed our hoodies too, so I went back inside to get them. The chill in the air had a bite to it.
I knew we hadn’t discussed our kink dynamic, and maybe it was too soon to sink back into it, but I needed him as my Master. Out here, we had our routines for how we did things, and I craved the familiarity of them. I missed that comfort. So when he sat down at the little table and went to grab one of the pizza slices, I sank down on my knees next to him and rested my cheek on his thigh.
I drew a breath. I needed this so badly. Closeness, reassurance that this was real, Master guiding me. We’d fallen apart and fused ourselves together so swiftly last night that I had to be sure it hadn’t just been an act of desperation in a moment of weakness.
Lee wove his fingers into my hair and tugged back, forcing me to look up at him.
Understanding and concern mingled in his eyes.