Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Once he’s done showering, he pulls me back under the spray and rinses all the conditioner out of my hair. It makes the floor slick, so he takes my hand as he leads me out of the shower.
The cool air hits my skin and some of the fog clears. Reality begins to trickle back in, but I kind of don’t want it.
“Here you go.”
I look up as Silvan hands me a fluffy towel. “Thank you,” I say softly.
We dry off, and he gives me a toothbrush so I can brush my teeth. I wait for him to give me clothes since he assured me he had some here for me, but he doesn’t. He takes my hand, flicks off the bathroom light, and drags me into the dark bedroom completely naked.
Since I can’t see anything, I have to rely on him to lead me. I stay close and wait for him to stop.
“On the bed,” he commands.
I’m relieved when I put my hand down on soft bedding. At least if I’m on the bed, I know I won’t trip over anything.
My hands and knees sink into a lush fur blanket as I crawl across the bed. I don’t crawl far because I’m not sure how big his bed is, and I don’t want to fall off.
He climbs on behind me, planting his hands on my ass and pushing on my back until I lower myself so my tits are on the bed, but my ass is still up in the air.
Running his hand over my ass, he murmurs, “Fuck, I want to take you again.”
“Please don’t,” I say softly. I don’t know if my pussy can take another pounding right now.
I’m still a little confused by how I felt watching him in the shower, but now that we’ve emerged from the steamy, confusing shower stall, my head feels slightly clearer.
I just know there’s not much I can do if he wants to fuck me again. I’m naked in his bed. He’ll do what he wants with me.
He pushes my face into the mattress. My heart slams because I’m afraid that means he’s going to do it anyway, but I don’t fight him.
His hands roam over my ass, massaging and squeezing my flesh.
“I can’t get enough of you. You know that? I don’t know what it is about you. I’d sleep inside you if I could.”
Despite his words, he lets go of my ass and the bed dips as he crashes down on the mattress. He grabs me, pulling me over so I’m snuggled up against his body.
“I should probably let you get some sleep before we go another round, hmm?”
I nod even though it’s dark and I’m sure he can’t see me. He can hear the pillow rustling beneath my head, and he knew my answer before he asked the question.
It’s a strange new world as I lie here in his bed after having had him inside me twice tonight. I’m not a virgin anymore. He took my virginity with a vengeance, but at least I have the time in the shower to cushion the brutality of that initial claiming.
I shiver, thinking about how scared I felt when I walked into that room and he was there.
“Are you cold?” He grabs the soft fur-lined blanket and pulls it up over me, settling it around my back and shoulders. My front is already warm from being pressed against his chest.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
In the dark, I can make out his little smile. He leans in to press a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Of course. You’re my girl. I’ll always take care of you.”
I feel a little like I belong to him now.
I didn’t feel that way at all when I said it at Professor DeMarco’s house, I just wanted him to stop torturing me. I would have said anything to get him to stop.
But after the tender way he washed me in the shower, after he fucked me again and this time, it didn’t feel like a punishment or even an intended violation…
I don’t know.
My brain is tired, and my emotions are fried. I need to get some sleep, and it turns out he was right: his bed is extremely comfortable.
Aware of my exhaustion, he strokes my hair, kisses my forehead, and says, “You should get some sleep, baby. We can talk in the morning.”
My eyes feel heavy, and my body is quiet and still. Silvan’s chest rises and falls beneath my cheek, and its strong, steady rhythm further relaxes me.
Part of me doesn’t want to go to sleep because I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but the pull of exhaustion is too strong.
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My eyes don’t open immediately when I drift out of sleep. I’m too cozy. Warmth has enveloped me from the impossibly comfortable blanket draped over me to the strong arms locked around my body.