Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 144760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
I think I fell in love with her for that.
I think I gave over my entire being for the simple acknowledgment of my flaws, acceptance of my faults, and her absolute kindness instead of judgment.
Leaving the head of my cock on the precipice of impaling her, she reached up and locked both hands on my shoulders.
Our eyes met.
They met, and they held, and I wanted her with a gut-shredding pain.
I pushed into her wetness...slowly, agonizingly.
Her mouth fell wide.
I stopped halfway in, tormenting both of us.
Her groan matched mine.
We shivered and trembled.
We were wrapped up and suffocating in the final second while we remained two people. I couldn’t breathe as our eyes never unlocked. I felt as if I belonged and was lost and that nothing else existed all at the same confusing time.
She was mine.
Yet it felt as if I’d never be able to keep her.
Anger poured through me, shattering my self-control.
“You want it hard? Take it.” I plunged into her.
I drove my entire length into her in one deep, deep thrust and didn’t stop until she took everything. Every inch, right to the hilt. “Take all of me.”
Heaven and home, hades and hell.
The walls inside my mind crumbled, the chains around my thoughts unraveled, and I was left free. Free-falling into her, caught by her body, wrapped tight by her pussy, shielded from all the shit in my life thanks to her.
I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad.
But I couldn’t stop looking at her.
Our stares had mated as well as our bodies, binding us together as I pulled back and surged forward, burying myself inside her, again and again.
She smiled with a tinge of sadness. Her fingers reached up to tuck long hair behind my ears. She bounced in my arms as I fucked her.
She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. The only person I ever wanted. The missing pieces of so many holes inside me. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to share and confess and get on my knees with oaths that she was it for me.
She’s mine.
And as long as I had her, I’d be okay.
As long as she was safe, I—
Whiteness.
Nothingness.
Everything went blank.
I was lost in silence while bleach dripped through my mind. The whiteness turned to chalk, dusting me with despair.
I-I—
I tripped back.
I didn’t know where I was. What I’d been doing. I couldn’t see a damn thing.
Something nudged me, upsetting my balance.
I landed on something hard, biting my tongue as the whiteness slowly faded, followed by the oversaturation of light, sound, and smell.
“Kas...Kas. You’re okay.” Hands in my hair. A woman kneeling before me. “Don’t fight it. You’re fine.”
Who...who—
I frowned, trying to work out who—
Gemma!
Ah, fuck, Gem.
I scooted backward, breaking her hold on me and shoving my broken arm up. “Don’t...don’t touch me. I might hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she snapped, full of conviction and power. “It wasn’t a nightmare. It was a blackout. You had them yesterday. You said they were nothing, but this one...” She sniffed, and her voice cracked. “You weren’t there.” She rubbed her nose, sitting back against the mansion’s wall. “You were gone. Your body was inside me, Kas, yet your mind...I couldn’t reach you.”
I scrambled farther away, glancing at her body. Her peach-tone dress covered her legs, her hair held ivy leaves, but there was no evidence I’d been inside—
She held up her hand, pointing at my crotch. “Before you argue that sex didn’t happen, look at yourself.”
I followed her finger, and my teeth snapped together. My shorts bit into my thighs, and wetness covered my very erect cock. Wetness from her. Wetness that said she’d wanted me as much as I’d wanted her.
Instantly, desire shot through me. The hiss in my balls for a release. The tingle down my spine to finish.
I shifted to touch her. To fill her again.
But I shied back.
No.
No way could I finish.
What if I blacked out again? What if I hurt her and didn’t even know?
Christ, what is happening to me?
Shaking my head, I forced myself to go back a few minutes, trying to learn what triggered me. Slowly, pieces returned. Pieces of promises, thrusts, and souvenirs of rough sex against an ivy-vined wall.
And I froze.
Because the obviousness of it was too big to ignore.
My walls had fallen the moment I’d sunk inside her. The trip wires and safety measures I’d installed after my memories came back after five years of nothing were decimated.
She’d done that.
She was so good, so perfect, that every part of me relaxed in her company. Even my mind relaxed, giving her everything.
Never.
I could never afford to do that.
Those walls were there for a reason.
“I...I have to go.” I staggered to my feet. My fingers fumbled with my zipper as I pulled up my shorts, wincing as my cock argued about being confined and denied.