Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
The twins are down the hall, but my lungs are showing good capacity to wake them up too.
No matter how low I’ve stooped, I still care about those kiddos.
So I stifle my sobs by biting into a pillow. I’m bawling even harder now, but the linen swallows my tears and snot and saliva.
I wonder if I finally hit rock bottom.
“Bailey. How do I make you feel better?” Lev asks desperately somewhere above my head, still stroking my back with the damp cloth. “Tell me what to do.”
But I’m too stuck in my own head. In my paranoia of failing.
In the scorching, torturing arms of withdrawal. In all those feelings I have been trying to keep at bay.
I ball into a human knot of emotions, my whole body shaking.
Suddenly, I feel something weird happening. I swallow a hiccup before I can decipher what it is, my face still plastered to the pillow.
Did he just…?
Yup.
Lev shoved snow into my panties.
Took a handful of white fluff and rubbed it into my core. My whimpers stop, and I hiccup once.
The tantalizing damp and cold feeling between my legs is spreading to other regions and my nipples harden.
“Is this what you need right now, Dove?” His hoarse tenor licks at my spine.
Confident fingers stroke the slit of my ass all the way down to my pussy from behind through my wet panties.
When he gets to my clit, he pushes the fabric aside and pinches the bundle of nerves with a dusting of snow on his fingertips. I buck my ass backward. “Does this help?”
My only response is a loud, desperate groan.
Lev is distracting me. He is doing what I asked him to. Taking my mind off the withdrawal even though we both know that this is torture for him.
He didn’t want to claim me tonight. He wanted us to do this differently. A part of me wants to stop this for him.
So he’ll get the chance to do it right. But I’m too selfish right now. Too needy.
On my knees and with my back to him, I back toward him, awarding him access.
“No,” I hear him drawl like a brusque king. “Use your fucking words. I’m not your lovestruck sidekick.” Welp. I’m going to pay for that one for eternity.
“You want my words?” I peer at him from over my shoulder, locking my gaze with his.
There’s a blaze behind those emeralds. It promises to burn down everyone and everything in his way to have me. “Fine, I’ll give them to you. I’m sober right now—unhappy but sober nonetheless—and there is nothing I want more than for you to taste me, fuck me, use me, and come inside me. You’re right. You were never my lovestruck sidekick. You were the boy I was deathly scared of because I knew you had power to destroy everything I’ve worked for. And when I got into Juilliard…” I hesitate, my breath catching. “I was too afraid I’d actually choose to stay just so I could be near you, so instead, I broke both our hearts. Happy now that the truth is out? How’s that for words?”
“Sufficient,” he clips out.
He’s never been more beautiful than he is right now.
Erotic and powerful, all corded muscles and hungry eyes. Lev flips me on my back, grabs the back of my knees, and drags me along the mattress.
He stops when my ass is on the edge of the bed, hovering in the air, and spreads my legs wide. I hear the scrape of his chair over the parquet.
He hoists my legs over his shoulders. I’m bare before him and he can see my entire pussy, only the fabric of my underwear between my lips.
Lev paws some snow from the bowl and shoves it into one of my bra cups.
I drop my head back and hiss, the delicious chill over my warm skin sending tremors up my spine. I’m leaking all over the linen and I don’t even care.
“Lev,” I rasp, pushing my bra down to expose my nipples. “Please, I—”
“Shut up, Bails. If you don’t talk, at least I can pretend it’s a fantasy and I’m not really doing this to you.” He grabs my jaw and pushes snow into my mouth—lots of it—to keep my mouth shut. I could spit it out, but I moan around it, my teeth sensitive to the cold, when he claws the rolled sports bra and yanks me forward.
He wraps his mouth around my snow-covered nipple, sucking on the cold with his hot mouth.
I fall apart into a trillion pieces at the sensation. He grabs more snow and starts playing with my nipple. One moment he rubs snow over it, the other he licks it better. I hump the air as he works my tits.
“I feel so empty,” I groan.
He shoves snow into my pussy.
I’m trembling all over, about to experience the most violent orgasm to be recorded on planet earth.