Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
I still hadn’t turned around, I couldn’t; I was glued to the ground.
“I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, but you will never be one of them.”
I could feel his heat radiating on my back.
“Not ever,” he whispered in my ear from behind me. I swallowed the saliva that had pooled in my mouth, trying patiently to hear his next words.
“There once was a man named Devon, and he loved this girl named Brooke. He loved her since the second he laid his eyes on her. His heart belonged to her. She saved him and he saved her. They were even now. It didn’t matter what had happened between them, because it was in the past. The past that they were leaving behind them.” He brushed the tips of his fingers up and down my arm, and lightly kissed the back of my neck, causing shivers all over my body.
“Devon told his therapist all about her, every last detail. The way she looked, the way she smiled, the way she owned his soul. His nightmares were calmer and less frequent, but he knew that the moment she laid in his arms… he would never have another nightmare. She was the calm to his storm.” His arms wrapped around my waist, and I swear I stopped breathing.
“And he knew that he was the calm to hers.” He spun me around to face him.
I felt so much smaller in his arms, he held my whole life, my future, our future… in the palm of his hand. His hands caressed the sides of my face, caging me in with his arms.
I wanted to stay there forever.
He smiled, and looked deep into my eyes. “I love you.”
I bit my cheek, and tears flew down my face. “I love you so fucking much. You’re it for me. No more of this ‘friends’ bullshit. You’re mine, just mine. And I’m yours. Do you understand me?”
I licked my lips and eagerly nodded, he wiped my face, taking away all my tears.
“Good.” And then he kissed me like we weren’t in front of his entire family. I kissed with the same passion, matching every stroke of his tongue, and every movement of his lips upon mine.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” we repeated into each other’s mouths in between kissing, desperately. Not being able to get enough of each other. He kissed me one last time, and lightly kissed the tip of my nose, exactly how he had always done.
I laughed.
“I love you,” he stated one last time.
“I love you, too,” I said, meaning every word, and knowing he did too.
He looked at me with so much life and happiness; it radiated off of him and spread all around us, wrapping us tightly entwined with one another. My heart right next to his; where it belonged. We stood there for a long time, taking each other in, remembering what it was that we did to each other. The chemistry, the passion, the connection; all of it was still very much alive between us, around us. Even though there were tons of people everywhere, it was only he and I.
Nothing else mattered when we were together.
Soul mates.
The past was where it needed to be.
My present was with him.
Our future was together.
Never breaking the intensity of his stare, he leaned forward and kissed his way to my ear. Once he was there he softly said, “The prince took the princess back to his son’s birthday party. Where she met his entire family for the second time. His son stuck to her like glue for the rest of the day. They took him home later that evening, and they both tucked him into bed. Together. The prince took the princess into his bedroom, where he proceeded to bury his face in between her legs, and make her squirt all down his face. Exactly the way he loved,” he huskily groaned.
I could feel my cheeks burning, and my panties getting wet.
“The prince then fucked her senseless, taking everything that she had to give, and making her come over and over again; reminding her who she always belonged to, since the first night they laid eyes on each other.”
I bit my cheek, trying not to tremble, or give any more attention to us than we already had.
“After she screamed out his name, multiple times,” he stated, emphasizing the last two words. “They… lived… happily… ever… after…” He grinned, proud of himself that he was making me squirm and blush. He kissed my cheek, and stepped away from me.
Just like the first time in New Orleans, he reached for my hand.
And I let him.
It’s only the beginning or is it the end for…
Cruz and Sienna