Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Locke reached out to touch my face, his fingers wiping away my tears. “I just wish it was me who had pulled the trigger,” he said softly. “I wanted to be the man who burned down the world for you to keep you safe.”
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his. “You didn’t need to. I held the match myself.”
“I see that now, baby girl. I do.”
“I need you to see me, Locke. Really see me.”
“I do. Trust me on that. All I do is watch you, and that will never stop.”
I nodded. “Maybe. From afar. But you don’t really see me. You see the woman you want to see. You see purity, white, and nothing but good. But I’m laced with shadows.”
Locke stared at me, his expression turning solemn. “I see more than you think, Storee. I see your struggles, your pain, your courage. I see the strength it takes for you to face each day. The independence in you, the need to be your own person. But I see the softness in your heart and the fire in your soul. I see the darkness, but I also see the light.”
Locke’s hand reached out to cup my cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring. “I see you. All of you. And nothing you’ve done or could ever do would change that. You’re not just purity and white. You’re complex, and flawed, and beautiful. And I love every inch of you.”
I felt my resistance crumbling under his gaze. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting go of my fears and doubts. When I opened them again, I looked straight at Locke. “I love you.”
And with that, Locke leaned in and kissed me, his lips hot and hungry against mine. It was a kiss that set me on fire, igniting every part of me.
He tasted of whiskey and smoke, his hands roaming over my body with a hunger that matched my own.
Without a word, Locke lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He undressed me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he revealed each inch of my skin. And when I was fully naked before him, he gazed at me with a hunger that made my core ache.
He was watching me. Seeing me.
“Fuck me,” I said, allowing the bold words to flow from my lips, not fearing any form of judgment from this man.
Locke didn’t speak, his eyes holding mine as he undressed. Then he was naked before me, his body hard and firm, demanding to be explored.
I took my time, crawling up on the bed, trailing my fingers up his body, savoring the feel of his hot skin under my touch.
I let my lips follow the path my fingers left, kissing, nipping, and licking every inch of him as I went, the taste of him delicious in my mouth.
I took my time, enjoying the way his body responded to my mouth, his cock growing harder as I worked my way down toward it.
Taking him in my hands, I stroked him, the feeling of his velvet skin on my palms making my heart race. His cock was big, hard, and ready for my mouth.
I parted my lips and took him all in, my eyes locking with his as I gripped his thighs, holding him as he fucked my mouth.
I watched his face as I pleasured him, his eyes fluttering shut at the first touch of my tongue on his shaft. He was so beautifully responsive, every gasp, moan, and groan only urging me on as I licked and sucked him.
I felt his hands on my head, his fingers entwined in my hair, guiding me into the rhythm he wanted. His head fell back as he thrust his hips upward, pushing himself deeper into my mouth.
I continued to suck him, my lips stretched tightly around his girth. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the taste of him on my tongue, the way his cock slid in and out of my mouth, the way every twitch and jerk brought him closer to his release. Sweet pleasure exploded through me as I felt his cock grow even harder, his fingers tightening their grip in my hair. His moans and groans became louder, but I didn’t want him to come just yet.
I wanted more. I needed more.
Crawling back up his body, kissing my way to his mouth, I straddled his hips.
I waited for him to slip his hands between my thighs, to touch me, to guide me to where he wanted me. But he didn’t. He kept his hands on my hips, holding me as he gazed up at me.
I looked down at him, seeing the longing in his eyes as he looked up at me.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted,” he said. “I want to see what lurks in those shadows of yours.”