Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
I knew how deep his love ran. But, there was so much to think about. This seemed so surreal, so strange. I had never heard of anything like this.
There was something deep inside, something that craved the care, craved to be utterly and completely loved like this.
“Do you…” I stammered, the hangover making everything feel surreal, “I mean, is this like about kids? Like…you don’t like little kids, right?” I had to ask. In my heart I knew the answer but I had to know for sure.
“Fuck, no. That’s fucked up shit. I want you. Only you. But, it’s about how I want you. How I’m going to care for you. Stop thinking like the movies and how your friends tell you to. How has that worked out for almost everyone else you know? Divorce, broken relationships, everyone all pissed off and depressed all the time. Like you were yesterday. No one is in charge. When were we the happiest? Huh? Do you remember?”
He tilted his head to the side waiting for me to think.
“When I moved in here,” I answered.
“Yep. But what changed? Was it me? Was it moving in together? What changed, Angel, that make you so fucking pissed off all the time?”
I desperately tried to think as his eyes cut into me from his place at the edge of the bed. “I’m… I’m not sure. I guess… I just started expecting us to be different, I’m not sure why.”
It was true. Things were good, that’s why we moved in together. Then, I was the one that started wanting things to change. My expectations changed, not Adam.
“That’s right. You and I know what works for us. And it isn’t me following you around like some fucking puppy waiting for you to tell me what to do. That shit’s not going to happen. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to set the rules about some shit that isn’t optional…”
He licked his lips, as if he was considering his next words.
Then he went ahead without a hint of shame.
“And I’m gonna fuck you hard, and your gonna cum hard like you used to. That makes me so fucking happy. Like I’m king of the God damn world. Don’t ever tell me it’s not what you want, and don’t ever think I’m going be that guy that begs you for it. When my cock’s hard, it’s you and me, whenever and wherever. My cock gets hard for you, Angel, because I fucking love you. My mouth’s going to be on your pussy because I love you. My hand’s going to be making your ass red sometimes because I fucking love you. I’m going to make the fucking decisions, consider what’s good for you, listen to you, hold you on my lap, tuck your ass into bed sometimes, keep you as close to me as I can.”
It wasn’t the wine or tequila, but I felt intoxicated. His raw emotion had my head spinning and my belly clenched. There was a definite tingle and moisture growing between my legs as he described whatever this new situation was between us.
Could I do this?
I mean, I trust him totally.
But…
He finally moved, stepping toward me, and I felt a rush of heat from the top of my head down into my toes. Adam moved like a man approaching a bomb ready to detonate. Deliberate, slow, with a fierce purpose. He came to stand a few inches in front of me, his broad body radiating heat and power as my heart pounded in my ears.
My skin erupted in goosebumps as his fingers tipped my chin to look into his determined face. The tension in my belly quickly wound up and settled inside my now soaking-wet pussy.
“If you can’t see us together like this, I don’t know what else to tell you. I don’t think I could ever let you go. I’ll always love you. But I’m not going to love you like this, not the way it’s been.”
His voice was raw and charged with emotion.
His musky, masculine scent swirled as he held my chin. The backs of his fingers were firm but soft as he stroked my cheek and then tucked my hair behind my ear. I felt so small in the shadow of his enormous body, my neck straining as I looked up.
“You’re mine.” He said like the period at the end of a life-altering sentence. “No matter what you say, that will never change.”
It was that moment, I knew I wanted what he wanted. That I needed this.
The way he looked at me, the way he brushed my hair back and drew me in to him with just the force of his spirit told me everything I needed to know. But I also knew I deserved the punishment I was sure was coming. And I was ready.