Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
But my shrine has been lacking smell lately, meaning, life, touch…everything.
So when Kayden’s eyes close as he inhales me in reverence, my breath stutters and my chest hurts.
“Fuck, I missed you, baby.” His gruff words are low and charged, and it makes the pain in my chest stronger.
Because he called me baby and said that he missed me, and I think I’ll burst.
My breath is stuttering, and he must feel how much I’m shuddering against him, but I don’t care as I seal my trembling lips to his and kiss him again, slower this time but deeper, digging my fingers into the back of his head, reveling in how loudly his heart beats against my chest.
Almost as erratic as mine.
Almost.
Kayden grabs me by the ass as he stands up, and I wrap my legs around him, not wanting to break the kiss. It must be awkward to hold a tall guy like me this way, but he’s taller and broader, and I like it.
I like how he kisses me while carrying me. As if, like me, he can’t touch me enough.
Press his body into me enough.
He walks down the hall and into a room. Then he throws me on a mattress and he’s on top of me, ripping my clothes away, and I do the same until we’re both naked.
I’m on my back while he kneels in front of me, pulling lube from the drawer.
“Why do you have that here?” I ask, glaring at the lube.
“It’s a habit. I started stocking all my safe houses with lube about a month ago.”
“Wanting to get lucky?”
“With you, yes.”
“You…thought you’d bring me to one of your safe houses?”
“In case Declan or Grant finds you, yes. But enough about that. I’m having withdrawals and need to touch you.” He kisses me softly before pulling away to unclasp the bottle.
I reach for him to kiss him again, not wanting to waste one second without his mouth on mine or his blood in me—and mine in his.
That’s when I notice something, and my chest tightens with a scorching burn.
The lily tattoo I mutilated has stitches all over it, the whole thing gone. But that’s not what makes me stop and stare.
It’s a new tattoo.
Right in the middle of the snake’s scales, near his heart, there used to be a circle formed by its undulating form. But right now, there are crossed arrows in the middle of a compass.
My fingers shake as I touch the slightly red skin, tracing the small serif, two neat words written on either side of the arrow.
Little Monster.
“Why…” My lower lip wobbles, and I don’t know what to say.
Why get my nickname tattooed on your skin?
Why did you lie to me if you care enough to do this?
“Why a compass?” I ask instead.
“Because you helped me find myself, baby.” He takes my arm and peppers gentle kisses along my stitches, his lips shaking. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same. I’m sorry I hurt you enough to make you self-destruct. Seeing you in pain eats me alive.”
The skin he touches burns, his lips burn, my heart burns.
And even my eyes burn, because why the fuck is he being like this when I only planned to fuck him out of my system and leave?
Well, I wouldn’t leave until he’s safe, but still.
I came here with jumbled thoughts and fear. Lots of terrorizing fear at the thought of never seeing him again. I didn’t know what I want and I still don’t.
But when he touches me, I realize that the pain of being with him, knowing everything he did, is better than the dark void I felt without him.
My throat closes when he kisses my neck, nibbles on my earlobe, and then drops several kisses to my nose as his chest rubs against mine.
His hard nipples cause mine to bunch up and ache like crazy as he kisses my nose again and again.
“S-stop that,” I whine because he’s humping my cock and it’d be embarrassing if I come from just his kisses.
“Shh, let me worship your freckles.”
I lift my hand to hide them, but he slams it above my head on the pillow, intertwining his fingers with mine. “They’re beautiful, all nineteen of them.” He nibbles on my jaw. “So is your mole here.” He kisses the shell of my right ear. “And the twenty-two freckles here.” He bites my left ear. “And the twenty-seven here.” He slides down my chest, then kneels between my legs. “Because you’re a goddamn masterpiece, baby.”
And then he takes my cock in his mouth.
My toes curl and I’m panting, my head is dizzy, and my face is so warm, I’m going to explode.
Literally.
“Fuckfuckfuck…” I blurt in one breath as I sink my unsteady fingers into his hair as he deep-throats me, taking my cock so far inside, my eyes roll to the back of my head.