Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Now, Ana’s back was against the wall, arms wound tightly around Kyr’s neck, and her legs embracing his waist. Both of them were fully dressed, with Kyr only managing to toss her skirt up and unzip himself before he was driving his engorged cock into her already wet and aching pussy.
As Ana’s cries became increasingly loud, Kyr swiftly covered her mouth with his hand, saying hoarsely, “Keep it down, agape.” But his eyes were gleaming with masculine satisfaction, a part of him enjoying the way his usually cool Ana only came apart in his arms.
Ana only dug her nails into his shoulders, a silent, demanding urge for him to fuck her harder. He obliged, pulling all the way out before slamming back in hard. Ana’s body jerked violently, and she cried out against his palm. Her release took them both by surprise, and the sudden rush of wetness triggered Kyr’s climax. With a muffled groan, he thrust faster and harder, shuddering in his release.
In the aftermath, they simply clutched each other, their breathing ragged, their bodies still racked with brief, violent shudders. Lifting his head, he said with a sexy, unrepentant grin, “Sorry.”
Ana made a face and socked his shoulder. “You never mean it.”
They disentangled themselves afterwards, dressing up with the kind of comfort that long-time lovers only usually had. And this was true in their case, since their first times had been each other, in Ana’s bedroom, when they were both fifteen.
And that was nine years ago, Kyr reminisced.
When they were properly dressed, Kyr, by default, stepped out of the washroom first, making sure no one was around before beckoning to Ana to come out.
They walked side by side, Kyr taking the basket from Ana while clasping her hand with his other.
“I had a fight with them again,” Ana said after a moment.
Kyr’s smile faded. “What about?” It was not an unusual thing, and for all that he loved his girlfriend, he wasn’t blind to her faults. She had a tendency to be spoiled and headstrong. But it was only because she was so passionate about life, Kyr reasoned.
“The usual,” Ana answered sulkily.
Pulling her close, he kissed her on the hair, murmuring, “Try to be patient with them, mm? And remember that at least you still have your parents while others do not.” But even before he was finished speaking, Ana was already angrily shrugging off his hold.
“You’ll never understand, will you?”
Her unusually bitter tone stunned Kyr. “Ana—-” He tried reaching for her again, but she only shook her head and stepped back from his hold.
“You always take their side,” she accused.
“Of course not,” he refuted strongly. “You know you’re the most important person to me.” He made another attempt to pull her close, but it only made Ana back further away from him. “Ana, for God’s sake, we were just talking. Why are you making such a fuss?”
But she only looked at him, lip trembling, her almond-shaped eyes shining with tears.
He said finally in a quiet voice, “I’m sorry.” Between the two of them, he was always the first to apologize, even when he wasn’t wrong or didn’t even know what was wrong. And Kyr didn’t mind, because wasn’t that how love worked?
He offered his hand again, and this time Ana took it, her fingers slowly twining with his. And then she released a half-gasp, half-laugh as Kyr used her hand to haul her to him. He caught her mouth under his, kissing her long and hard until he felt her melting towards him, her arms going up to snake around his neck.
When he lifted his head, he was satisfied to see her panting slightly and the tears in her eyes had been replaced by desire.
When his lips curved in masculine satisfaction, Ana seemed to recover herself and hurriedly pulled away from him. “Bastard.” But there was no heat to her tone, and her eyes were frequently drawn to his erection, which had made itself felt during their kiss.
Caressing one soft cheek with his knuckles, he said softly, “Give me a few years more, agape. Once I have the island running the way it’s supposed to, you can have everything you want, and I will make sure that your parents understand it is my responsibility to make you happy.”
He cupped her chin, asking, “You’ll wait for me?” Instead of answering with words, Ana pressed herself against him, and Kyr stiffened in shock. It wasn’t like Ana to be this expressive or affectionate in public, but before he could ask her about it, she was already drawing his head down. As their mouths brushed against each other, she whispered, “Take me again, Kyr.”
DAWN ON THE ISLAND of Teleios was like a pastel masterpiece, with shades ranging from the palest of blues to the most vivid shades of lavender and rose. There were numerous times when Kyr rose early just to gaze at the early morning sky. Always, the sight would fill him with purpose, giving him the strength to face yet another day of doing all kinds of backbreaking work – both behind the table and outside the office – in order to reduce, bit by bit, the debts that his parents had incurred in their lifetimes.