Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
The bubble of safety closes in around us until there’s nothing but Alek and me.
“Me too,” I whisper.
When his mouth presses against mine, it feels like we’re sharing a kiss for the first time. My heart fills with anticipation, and my stomach flutters as if a kaleidoscope of butterflies has been set free.
Alek lets go of my hand and places his palm against my cheek. Tilting his head, he deepens the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth.
The moment between us is so intense it blocks us from the outside world.
His teeth tug at my bottom lip, and slowly his hand moves down to the hem of my shirt. When he pushes the fabric up, I lift my arms to let it pass.
The first time I had sex, it was because everyone was losing their virginity, and I thought I loved Ben. Afterward, everything felt wrong, and I realized I didn’t even like him.
It’s sad, really.
But with Alek, there’s a rushing sensation in my chest – and urgency to become one with him.
With no one around to watch, this moment belongs to us.
“Everleigh.” He whispers my name as if it’s a prayer. “I want you.”
“I want you too.” I fuse our mouths together again, needing the high his kisses will give me.
He pulls the lace of my bra down before covering my breasts with his palms. It feels like we kiss for hours while he massages my skin, brushing his thumbs over my hard nipples.
It feels incredible as if we’re getting a little glimpse of heaven from the pits of hell.
When I hear him unzip his pants, I ask, “Can we go slow so it doesn’t hurt as much?”
“Yes.”
This time Alek doesn’t just thrust into me, but instead, he strokes his manhood up and down my slit, and it quickly has me swiveling my hips for more friction. Heat flushes my core, and I become slick with arousal for him.
He kisses me again, and all our emotions clash, creating a wild storm we have no control over.
When he positions himself at my entrance, he takes it slow and only enters me an inch at a time. We continue to kiss, our lips sharing the dreams we’ll never get to have.
The future that was never destined for us.
We share our worries and fears.
Alek sheaths himself to the hilt inside me, and breaking the kiss, a groan rumbles from him. “You feel perfect.” He brings his hand from behind my neck and brushes his thumb over my jawline. “You’re heaven in the middle of hell.”
He remains still, and in the darkness, it feels like we’re actually making eye contact.
“I don’t want to live without you, Everleigh,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.
“I don’t want to live without you either,” I admit.
“If this is the end of our lives, then this is how I want to spend it…with you in my arms.”
Emotion overwhelms me, and I wish I had a tear left to shed for the tragedy that’s our lives.
Our mouths crash together, and Alek starts to thrust into me. I bring my hands up, and resting my forearms on his shoulders, my fingers twist into the longish strands of his hair.
I meet each of his thrusts and get so lost in the intimacy between us that I know with dead certainty I love Alek.
After everything we’ve been through together, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love another person the way I love him.
Alek quickens his pace, and slipping a hand down between us, he rubs his finger against my clit. “Orgasm for me, moya malen'kaya lyubov'.”
My body obeys him, and soon I’m quivering and convulsing as unadulterated pleasure seizes every inch of me.
“I love you,” he admits his feelings to me.
Breathless from our lovemaking, I say, “I love you too.”
My words make Alek reach his release, and as he empties himself inside me, he repeats the most precious words I’ll ever hear, “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Chapter 13
Alek
Everleigh thinks it’s only been three weeks, but I’m sure we’ve been here for over a month.
Because we’re only fed every three days, I’ve lost most of my weight and muscle mass. Everleigh’s face has become hollow, and when she tries to share her food with me, I have to use all the strength I have to deny the scraps so she can get some nourishment into her body.
I still haven’t seen Vincent since the first day, and my worry for my brother is eating me up alive. For all I know, Vincent is already dead.
We also haven’t been taken from the room to be tortured since Prodi forced us to have sex. But that doesn’t mean we’re not suffering.
My worry for my brother and watching Everleigh fade away is a different kind of torture that nothing in this world could prepare me for.