Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“But…”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I crave you. I’m hungry for you, and if you don’t allow me to … I’m going to lose control. I want you so badly. I’ve wanted you so badly.”
“You have?”
“Yes.”
Selma placed her hands on top of his where he held her at the hips, and then he took his time, and keeping his gaze on her, just rocked against her. He drove in and out, working the length of his cock within her. He wanted to take, but he didn’t want to harm her.
Slowly, he felt himself start to gain control, but he knew he was so close. He drove inside her, let go of her body, and pressed his to hers, holding her tightly as he drove inside and then filled her pussy with his release. As he came, he kissed her hard, not wanting to let her go. He wanted to drown himself in her delicious scent.
“Why couldn’t I move?” she asked after several seconds had passed.
He lifted up and pushed some of her hair off her face so he could look into her eyes.
“Because I didn’t want to hurt you. It’s your first time, and trust me, I know you’re going to be sore later.”
She touched his cheek and then stroked his lips.
“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“There is no pain now.”
But there had been pain and now he knew there was going to be blood as well. Drago didn’t want to leave the warmth of her pussy, but he also wanted to take care of his woman. Pulling away from her was torture but he was going to protect her. He eased out of her tight heat, and he saw the evidence of her virginity as well as the mixture of his release. There was something primal that hit him, but he ignored it.
“Stay here,” he said.
Getting to his feet, he climbed off the bed and made his way into the bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water and some salts to help soothe. Once they were ready, he went back to the bedroom and Selma had followed his instruction and laid on the bed.
He went to her, pushed his hand beneath her ass, and then lifted her into his arms. She let out a squeal, but he was already walking toward the bathroom when she tried to protest. He didn’t hesitate in lowering her into the bath.
“Stay,” he said.
“You’re treating me like a dog.”
“Trust me, I’m not.” He kissed her again, and then left to go back to the bedroom to deal with the blanket.
As much as he loved to know he was her first and would be her only lover, he had no intention of keeping the blanket. He would burn it because it was also evidence of the pain he had caused her, and that he found unacceptable. He didn’t want to be reminded of the fact he had to hurt her to make her his.
Even though he had to ruin her father to a point of desperation to get the woman he wanted, he wasn’t going to think about that.
He made his way back to the bathroom where his woman was still waiting for him to take care of her.
Selma had no idea what he felt for her, and he had a feeling she might never understand.
Chapter Six
Selma looked out over the front garden, hoping to catch a glimpse of when Drago would return. This had been the same for her every day for the past week. She just wanted to see when her husband would arrive. The day after they had sex, Drago got a call and he left without even sharing breakfast with her. She hadn’t seen him in a week.
No one would talk to her inside the house. They were all quite happy to leave her to her own devices. There was nothing for her to do. She had already spent many hours in the game room, exploring the back gardens without attempting to run away. Her boredom had reached new levels. Even watching endless movies had lost their appeal.
Once again, she was back to missing time with the animals she loved to take care of, and the people from the care home that she missed. She missed all of them.
With her arms folded beneath her breasts, one leg dangling off the side of the cushion, she pressed her head to the window and waited. Drago hadn’t even called. There had been nothing. No phone call, no contact. It was like she didn’t exist to him. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t fall.
Did he not enjoy being with her? She didn’t know the answers to her questions. What did it say about her that he’d been gone for a whole week without a single phone call?
To try and clear her head, she spent hours in the pool as well, but that was also pointless.