Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
His gaze locks with mine, and now I’m seeing another side of him I never knew existed. He’s worried. Anxious. Almost pleading with his eyes. “I can’t promise I’ll always do the right thing, but I need you to remember I’m trying. All I want is you. If it means learning to lessen my grasp, I’ll do my best. I’ll fucking try, but I can’t lose you.”
“Really?” A tear rolls down my cheek, then another one.
“Just come home. Let’s get the hell out of here and start over again.” Finally, he allows himself to reach for me, and as soon as his palms press against my cheeks my entire body bursts into flames. “Because if I have to go another minute without being inside of you, I might lose my mind. I need you, Bianca.”
That’s all I needed to hear to launch me out of the chair and into his arms. All the doubt and regret I wrestled with today melts away and leaves nothing but relief. “I want to come home.”
“Thank God.” He pulls me close enough that I can feel the rapid beating of his heart against my chest. He can be as stoic as he wants, but the thumping of his heart gives away what’s going on inside, and that’s enough for me.
CALLUM
God help me. I could live off the taste of this pussy for the rest of my life.
How many times have we fucked today? I’ve lost count of the hours spent here in bed, only coming up for air to check on my daughter. She’s asleep now, but the time will come when accounts are balanced and everyone gets what they deserve. Kristoff first.
Right now, all I want is to forget reality.
My sleepy little bird awakens at the touch of my tongue against her pussy lips. “What are you doing?” she asks in a thick voice before stroking the back of my head.
“What do you think? You fell asleep while I was gone. I couldn’t think of a better way to wake you up.”
She stretches, her back arching, while I return to my task. I couldn’t help myself, finding her lying here, naked and gleaming in the moonlight pouring through the window. An angel sent here to make my life complete.
I can’t remember the last time I spent all day in bed, even when I was sick, but today felt like the most normal thing in the world after bringing her home from the hotel. Playing with each other, dozing, and getting up to shower only so we could fuck against the shower wall. No matter how many times I’ve been inside her today, I’m still hungry, my cock hard as steel and aching to sink into her silken heat again.
Using my tongue, I fuck her, greedy for the honey flowing freely now that her body is waking up to me.
“That’s good.” She moans, and it doesn’t take long for a wet spot to form under me, thanks to the cum already dripping from my tip.
She’s a religion I will pray to again and again.
Replacing my tongue with two fingers, I groan at the sight and scent of her. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper before flicking my tongue over her clit, peeking out from beneath its hood. She grunts, one hand finding my hair and tugging while her hips grind against my face.
She’s already becoming more confident in herself, taking what she wants. I can’t wait to see her wake up to the sensual creature she is. Even better, I’m the lucky bastard who gets to witness that awakening.
“Fuck me,” she pleads, lifting my head with both hands. “I need your cock. Please.”
My aching cock jumps in response, but we’ve already gone through the marathon of insane, wild rutting today. I’ve taken her in numerous positions, hard and fast, slow and sensual. I’ve taken my time working myself inside her and forcing her to take me, but now, after all these hours, I know she’s sore, and I don’t want to risk hurting her. That’s what leaves me lying on my side behind her, lifting her leg to give me room to slide into her cunt—slowly and gently—while I roam her body with my hand and memorize every curve.
Her stomach is still taut and flat, but not for long.
“I can’t wait to get you pregnant,” I whisper in her ear, pressing a hand against the place where our baby will grow. The first of many. I’m going to fill this house with our children. She’s the second chance I didn’t know I wanted.
She keeps moving with me, though she throws a confused look over her shoulder. “Since when?”
“What? You don’t want to have my baby?”
“I do.” She bites her lip, her eyes shutting as she moans. “Just… never heard you talk about it…”
“I’m talking about it now. The entire world will know you’re mine, and they’ll know it’s my child you’re carrying.” The idea makes me grit my teeth and fight to hold myself back instead of pounding her harder like instinct tells me.