Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Downfall.
Abel can’t be my downfall, remember? I promised myself that. I can’t be his downfall either.
So, I’m saying no to drugs.
My laughter makes my head feel heavy and currents ripple under my skin. Maybe I’m a little tipsier than I thought. Maybe I’m totally, completely drunk. Or maybe I’m something in between.
But who cares? Abel is here, he’s going to fuck me and make me all better. He’ll make me forget about everything but him. I won’t think about my treehouse, the burnt photos, the burnt journals. My dad. That godforsaken town and its fields.
Smiling, Abel kisses my lips. “Something funny, Pixie?”
I nod, bumping our noses together. “You. Me. Us. Everyone.” He laughs and I grab his face, planting a big kiss on his mouth. “You’re so pretty when you laugh.”
His eyebrows arch. “I think you wanna say I’m handsome when I laugh. Or sexy.”
“I won’t know how sexy you are until you sex me up.” I pop the p of ‘up’ and lick his lips.
“Ah, so my Pixie is fishing for dick, is she?”
Oh gosh, yes. I’ve been waiting and waiting for his magic cock all evening. Plus, I feel ultra-sensitive right now.
“Yes. Please, Abel. I need it.” I begin fisting his t-shirt, tugging it up, but my movements are fumbling and slow, and Abel takes over. He raises himself up and takes off his shirt, baring his sculpted muscles to me.
He’s right. He’s so sexy, I can’t stop running my hands all over his naked chest.
Then he makes me lift up my arms so he can tug my sunflower nightshirt off my body before stripping me of my panties. When I’m all naked and ready, he works on himself and in a flash, he’s covering me.
This is the safest place on this earth, under him. He’s so strong like this. Like he can protect me from all the monsters in the world.
“I love you so much, Abel,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss on his lips — or maybe it’s his jaw — and holding on to his shoulders.
“I can’t believe you’re mine. I can’t believe I made you mine. Something so pure, so fucking beautiful.”
“I am. I’m yours, Abel. I’ll always be yours. It’s you and me against the world. Always. I know that now. No one can take me away from you. No one has the power.”
Definitely not my parents. What did my dad think? Did he think that by burning the place where I fell in love with Abel, he’d burn down our love too? Did he think those flames would touch us here, in our new life? If he thought that, then he was wrong. So fucking wrong.
I’ll burn down the world before I’ll let anyone touch our love. Nothing will destroy us. I won’t let them and neither will this man in my arms. He’ll never let anything come between us.
Abel throws his head back and emits a loud groan, when he enters my body. He finds a hard rhythm, slamming into me, our flesh colliding together.
I smile. This is perfect.
Gosh, I never want to look away from his magnificent eyes.
Already, I feel the beginnings of an orgasm in my toes and the pads of my fingers. But a moment later, it stops. Everything grinds to a halt and I’m left panting. And then the world turns upside down because I’m not on my back anymore. I’m on all fours; Abel just turned me.
“Abel, what…” I turn my face and look at him behind me. He appears a bit fuzzy.
Thank you, alcohol. I’m never drinking again. Ever.
“Stay like that, Pixie. I love this shot. I love how your ass shakes when I fuck you like this.”
I’m stunned for a second. Like someone threw me down on the ground after making me fly. My body jars and my bones shake as I watch him reach for the camera, lying under a heap of dirty clothes that I didn’t care enough to pick up.
As he opens the flap and gets it going, I realize I don’t want the camera. I don’t want Abel to tape our sex. I want him to look at me, be with me in the moment.
In the next second, he thrusts inside me once again and my back arches, making my protests dissolve on my tongue. The invasion is so deep, deeper than it was before, and my palms slip and stumble on the mattress. Though Abel keeps me from falling.
It’s only a small relief because he starts up his pace again, all the while watching the screen, instead of watching me in the flesh.
Look at me.
“Abel, stop. Not the camera,” I protest, my words stumbling like the drunk I am.
I don’t want this. I want us to turn around so Abel is over me like before, staring into my eyes, telling me how much he loves me with his gaze.