Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Do I want another child? Why am I even asking this question? I want the fucking world with Faith.
“Daniel?” She giggled. Her breasts bounced.
I leaned down and kissed the tops. “I love you.”
Her face beamed from the confession. She’d been doing that more. Smiling and laughing.
After bringing her back to my cabin, I’d figured that she would have nightmares.
Thank God, she didn’t.
She ran her fingers down the muscle on my arm. “I can’t believe all of the things we went through this week.”
“Me either.”
“Mom wants to explain everything, once the holidays are over and the girls return home.”
I’d already knew enough and hadn’t brought any of it up to Faith. “And do you want to know it all?”
“Yes, but no time soon.”
I kissed her.
She remained silent for a moment and then twisted her hips. My cock trembled inside of her. She had that magical pussy. I was certain of it, and I didn’t care.
It’s all mine now.
I’d forgotten what we were talking about as I returned to that body, landing kisses to her cheekbones and lips. Before I could hold on anymore, I whispered how good she felt in her ear and descended into pleasure and madness, pounding into her softness and rocking the bed.
“Oh, Daniel!”
“That’s fucking right!” I slammed that dick into her some more. Hot sperm rushed up to the tip and threatened to spill all into her. “What’s my fucking name?”
“Daniel!” she moaned.
“What’s my—”
I was done.
Gone.
Ripped apart by hot desire.
Spilling into her.
Filling that beautiful, mystical body up.
My arms trembled as I pushed inside of her one more time. “All mine.”
“All yours,” she whispered back. “Forever.”
And if I’d been a weaker man, I would’ve cried.
But I was a mountain man and the killer of a snowman!
And there damn sure wasn’t a reason to cry.
She was my first love.
First person I’d ever had sex with.
And life-long obsession.
Everything—this year, country, life, and our families—would be alright.
We locked eyes and where her gaze had once radiated fear, now it held hope.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”