Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
“I can’t see you well but I know that’s you, Archer. What are you doing? Why are you in here in the dark like this?”
“It’s peaceful. I like darkness… Black is beautiful.”
She massaged the back of her neck, trying to cure her rattling nerves. She saw his arm stretch out to the right, and then, he was inundated in soft mauve light. Her chest thumped with the energy of the music and a compelled heart. There he was, almost completely naked with the exception of a pair of dark boxer briefs that were slightly pulled down from his waist, exposing his Adonis belt, hips, and a thatch of black pubic hair. His hair sheened as if freshly washed. His cologne blended with the cigar smell, making her weak at the knees. It was strong, delightful, but not overpowering. She quickly turned her gaze to his rippled abs, taut chest, and hard jawline as he stared at her.
“I didn’t call the police. And I’m not calling the police.”
He nodded after a while, as if she’d simply told him about the weekend weather forecast looking promising.
“Why are you here, Honey?” He placed his cigar in the ashtray, then stroked his chin. His gray eyes looked lilac in the light.
She crossed her arms. “Because I care about you. Because… I want to do that story on Bannon, but with your help. I need your assistance to pull this off. Also because… you fascinate me, and I want to get to know you better. You paid Chasity’s bills. Why?”
“I was wrong about you. I was biased, and that led me to the wrong conclusion. You weren’t who I accused you of being, and you endured hell because of it. I threatened to kill your best friend if you disobeyed me. And I meant that. Since I was wrong, I am man enough to admit that I was mistaken, and I am also man enough to try and make it right. I don’t take innocent lives without a reason, and I don’t make empty threats. It was the least I could do for you, and for her.”
“Why did you let me go, Archer?”
He picked his cigar back up and drew on it. Churns of smoke pirouetted around his face like tiny, silver dancers. “I don’t own you. You owe me nothing but your pursuit of happiness. I let you go because when you care about someone, you don’t keep them captive. You release them. If they’re meant to be yours, they’ll come back to you, just like the saying goes. Looks like this isn’t a farewell. It appears to be a rapid reunion…”
She walked to him and got on his bed. The black shiny sheets depressed under her weight. Her hunger exploded, her thirst and craving for him taking over every cell in her awakened body. She crawled to him, heat consuming her like an inferno as she grabbed his arm and pressed her lips against his. After scrambling to get the cigar in the ashtray, he began to rip her clothing from her body as he kissed all over her face, neck, and shoulders. Their frantic clawing at one another brought her so close to orgasm, all by itself. Her pussy pulsated as he slackened to a skulk, then glided his tongue all along her neck as he gripped it firmly.
He kissed gently along her shoulders. Squeezed. Hugged her tight. Clutched. They tumbled over one another, clothing tossed onto the floor with no care. He forced her onto her back, and she saw a deep black fire in his eyes. She scanned his body, biting her lower lip as her inner thighs received the wet offerings from her body, leaving her sticky and lust-struck. His dick was long, thick, and hard. Ready for her. ‘Cinnamon Sugar,’ by Johnson, now serenaded two people who were destined to first destroy each other, then rebuild one another, brick by brick.
Her eyes fluttered when he pressed his weight against her and grinded against her body to the rhythm of the music. His soft lips dragged along the side of her face as he gently pulled on her tresses.
She caught their reflection in a nearby mirror. Distorted blue, silver, and black. He shoved her legs apart, trailing his fingers up and down her stomach as he slipped his warm tongue in her mouth. She sucked and tasted him… the flavors of sin and blessings, swallowing them whole. ‘If Only,’ by Raveena Aurora, now played its notes for them. He flipped her over, and he straddled her. With strong hands, he massaged her. She turned to putty in his grasp. He fashioned her like clay and covered her body in kisses. She became his human tapestry. A story to be woven and told.
His warmth left her as he slipped away, then ushered her onto her back. He lay between her legs, looking down at her, then at her breasts. He didn’t touch them with his hands as she’d anticipated. Instead, he brought his tongue to dance along the tender, sensitive flesh, only pausing to draw her nipple into his hot mouth. He glided it along the roof of his mouth, playing with it, teasingly licking it. He gave the same affections to the other, then reached for her hand and guided it to his dick. She bumped her fingers against the heavy member, lightly caressing him as he lapped at her breasts. He moaned and bumped slowly against her pelvis.