Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“There will never be another woman in my life.” Ethan smiled. “Who else could top the extraordinary memories that we have already shared.”
“No one would ever believe us.”
“And no one else matters anyway.” He held me closer. “It is only us in the end. Our growing love.”
My heart warmed.
“In the end, I believe, regardless of if we ever escape this situation. . .”
I parted my lips.
“Our being stuck together. . .this is a bond that goes beyond the physical. It is a connection that is rooted in the very essence of our existence.”
I stood in further awe as he captured everything I'd been feeling.
“Maya.” He raised his hand and slipped his fingers along my cheek. “Our love will transcend time.”
Emotions—so intense—exploded through me.
Joy and pain.
Love and fear.
Tears left my eyes. I shouldn't have been crying. It was ridiculous, but I was so moved. At first I thought I was dead when the moment began to repeat. Then, I believed I was in limbo or cursed.
Now, I agreed with Ethan.
Whatever this was, a divine forced had ordained it.
And I felt like the luckiest woman alive.
Ethan wiped away my tears, his fingertips leaving sweet shivers along my skin. “But enough with words. . .”
With a sensual urgency, he began to undress me, and I joined in by taking off his tuxedo. Our hands brushed against each other. The sound of zippers and unbuttoning rose in the air. Clothes fell, pooling into little hills of fabric around our feet.
Soon only the flickering of candlelight covered our bodies.
We were two naked beings, standing in the most sacred of moments.
I savored the beauty of his body. His chest and arms were sculpted and rippling with muscle. His legs toned and tanned. I lowered my gaze and took in his hard cock—long and thick.
The classical music danced around our still bodies. It was a melody that heightened my arousal.
He drank me in, letting his gaze fall onto my lips, then the curve of my neck, my breasts, nipples, stomach, pussy.
His cock jerked against his thigh.
Mmmm.
A wet heat gushed between my thighs.
He moved his view back to my face and closed the small distance between us. “When I came back alive that first time, I rushed outside, and spotted you riding forward in that limo, I wondered to myself. . .are we both dead.”
“I thought that too the first time, I returned. It scared me.”
“I wasn't scared.”
“No?”
“If I died and you were there, then it was heaven. And that is fine with me.” His mouth found mine and our tongues tangled together in an intricate dance. The pleasure was exquisite.
Fast, he gripped my hips and lifted me up.
My heart raced.
I wrapped my legs around him.
He carried us over to his bed, covered in satin and rose petals.
Seconds later, I lay on my back.
The soft mattress smoothed against my body.
He hovered over me. “I must apologize about one thing in the library.”
“There is nothing you should apologize for about that moment.”
“Yet, there was something I forgot to do.” Slowly, he kissed a path from my neck down to my nipples.
I arched my back as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Mmmm.” I bit my lip.
He twirled his tongue around the tip of my nipple, licking one and then the other, before pulling it back into his mouth with a soft pop.
I moaned and dug my fingers into his shoulders.
He continued to kiss his way down my stomach. His mouth was hot against my skin. He traced my belly button with his tongue.
I twisted my hips in ecstasy, unable to remain still.
His words brushed against my skin. “I need to taste you.”
“Please.”
He continued down. His lips brushed over the mound of my pussy.
Breathless, I parted my lips.
I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs as he lifted my leg over his shoulder and began kissing and sucking on my inner thigh.
God. If any moment must be repeated from now on, let it be this. Start back in this bed with his lips on my body. Not the limo. Here. Now.
“Oh, my god.”
“I bet your pussy tastes so sweet.”
And then he was kissing my pussy.
“Oh!” A tingling, warm sensation pulsed within me.
His tongue was a liquid flame sliding over my sensitive folds, and he just kept licking and licking and licking.
When he found my clit, I loudly moaned, writhing against the rose petals.
There, he suckled as if hungry and desperately greedy to siphon all my pleasure.
My toes curled.
“Oh. Oh.” I rocked my pussy against his mouth.
And he licked and lapped. Sucked and tongue-twisted. Swirling and twirling that tongue. Making me delirious.
My heart thundered in my ears.
My body spasmed. “Oh!”
And just like in the library, I was his to pleasure, his to own. His in every way that was important, in every way imaginable.
He took me to heights of ecstasy that I thought only existed in books, in dreams.