Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Goin’ for a shower,” he mumbled, taking his phone into the bathroom.
Two minutes later she heard the water go on as her phone dinged.
She picked it up and read his text.
“I’ve already considered that & don’t think so. He hasn’t had access to you consistently so it prob would’ve worn off by now. Haven’t completely ruled it out but unlikely. Delete these msgs after reading.”
She deleted the message and opened the garment bag and saw a full-length flowy coral-coloured gown with intricate rhinestone-crusted thin straps that’d go over her shoulders and crisscross over her back. There were gold strappy sandals, too. She put the bag back down and went into the bathroom. She could see him through the mist in the shower stall, which was enclosed with glass doors. He had both palms against the wall and his head and body were bowed forward. He looked like the weight of the world was on his slumped shoulders.
She had an overwhelming urge to comfort him.
She shed her clothes and opened the door and stepped in. His chin rose and she stepped directly into his embrace and his fangs instantly appeared and then he sighed what sounded like relief as they sank into her throat. She felt his relief. He probably felt hers. They were connected and she was thrilled. She felt his need, his stress, his love and hunger for her.
His fingers went between her legs and her hand gripped his cock as her thumb caressed the tip. He released her throat and his mouth moved to her breasts, which he took in both hands, alternately licking the tips of each one. She sank against him again and started to stroke faster. They kissed with urgency.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, “You shouldn’t have come in here. I want inside you so fucking much.”
“Do it,” she pleaded, “Just do it. I don’t even care.”
She didn’t care at all about the consequences at that moment. She was driven purely by need.
“I can’t. You are pushing it and we both know it. Stop it, okay? You’re gonna piss me off.”
“Tristan it’s like I’m fueled by need instead of common sense, I’m sorry.”
“Go down on me,” he ordered.
She grinned. He gave her a disapproving look.
“I need to fuck you and if I can’t fuck you properly I have to fuck that mouth. Look up at me when you do it.”
She instantly complied, feeling giddy, getting to her knees. He was a sight to behold, all muscled and wet. Droplets of water trailing down his washboard abs, the gorgeous V and happy trail at his waist, his big beautiful hard cock.
She ran her hands down the ridges of his abs and then took him deep and he placed the palm of his hand against the back of her head and caressed. She looked up at him while she bobbed, twirling her tongue and rotating her fist.
His looked straight into her soul and then his head rolled back and he hissed at the ceiling and then his fangs protruded and he got a handful of her hair and his grip went tight, kind of too tight. But she didn’t care. She adjusted.
She could see the veins on his arms, his wrist; her eyes traveled up his arm, his sexy muscled arm. He growled her name and hauled her back up and pierced her throat with his teeth again. She felt urgency surge through her and in her mouth she tasted sugary berries.
He backed away, grabbed his cock and started pumping it in a fist.
“No, you have to stop touching me or I’ll slam right into you. Touch yourself.”
She got back against the opposite wall of the shower so that there were about four feet between them and put her hand between her legs. She bit down hard on her lower lip and they stared at one another, intently, working themselves.
The passion, the heat in Tristan’s eyes was so erotic she knew it wouldn’t take long before she was shuddering out her release. Kyla hadn’t touched herself in front of someone before but this? This was hot.
Watching him fist his cock? That was hot, too.
Her entire life, her entire future was on the line here and yet she was completely consumed with the need to climax.
“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” Tristan said.
“Me, too,” she said, “I can’t wait to have you inside me in a way where we don’t have to hold anything back. No fears, just us.”
“I promise I’ll do everything in my power to get that for us. Soon,” he vowed.
By the look of resolve in his eyes, she totally believed him. She smiled.
“The second I know it’s safe I will fuck you non-stop for days. I love you so fucking much. Come for me,” he ordered and started to stroke himself faster, his fist blurring.