Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Placing her gently on the fur carpet, I press a button on the fireplace. It ignites with a whoosh of flames setting the mood.
“Oh, this feels romantic.” She grins up at me, and I smile back at her while I kick away my shorts.
“I’m glad. That was the plan.”
She opens her arms to me, drawing me deeper into her web as her palms touch my chest. Her pretty eyes fill with tears, confusing me. I don’t want to make her cry.
“What’s wrong?”
"Don't break me, Sebastian. Because I don’t think I would survive.”
I shake my head and kiss her neck, her chest, her breasts, imprinting the touch and taste into my mind. "I wouldn’t ever. I might piss you off, might make you want to strangle me, but I’ll never do anything to hurt you. You mean so much to me. You’re my one and only true weakness. I can’t be the bigger man when it comes to you. I’m too fucking weak to give you up.
She stares up at me, blinking away the tears. "I won't give you up, either. No running, no hiding. We're in this together, til death do us part."
“Til death, baby…” I whisper, brushing my nose against hers while I position my cock at her entrance. One small thrust and I’m gliding slowly into her warm heat. Pleasure climbs up my spine, and I swear I black out for a moment.
Elyse’s small whimper against my arm drags me back to the present, and the moment her tiny nails dig into my skin I feel the typical urge to take, to rut into her, until we’re both spent. I nearly give into it but then I feel her lips on my skin, and when I look down into her trusting eyes I know I can’t. I need to give her what she deserves, what she wants. Shoving the shame and fear for that little boy who lost everything back down, I instead choose to make room for something better, a man with strength, respect, and dignity.
A man worthy of loving Elyse.
Our gazes are locked on one another, and even as we both start to pant, beads of sweat forming against my brow from the effort it takes me to fuck her nice and slow, I know this is what we needed to happen. I know this is what love should feel like.
Her grasp on me changes over time, becoming tighter and harder as she climbs the peak of pleasure. Grunting I adjust the angle of my thrusts, so everytime I fill her I kiss her swollen clit. The added pressure is exactly what she needs to get off, and her tight pussy quivers around my cock.
"Sebastian," she moans.
"Don't you dare fucking come without me, Elyse. Together, remember."
“Hurry…please…” Her moan is filled with desperation.
“Fuck, anything for you, Little Prey.” I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, faster. My muscles burn, and pleasure fills my gut. She is my fucking home. My beginning and end. The light creepings into all the cracks in my heart.
“Oh god. Sebastian…” Elyse whines, and squeezes her eyes closed as she falls off the edge, her silken heat contracting around my cock.
“So good, so fucking good,” I whisper into the crook of her neck as I explode a moment later, her release carrying me into my own. Her tight cunt practically sucks the cum from my balls, and I groan with pleasure, thrusting deeper, praying my seed takes root and I get her pregnant, giving us both the second chance at a life we deserve.
Her eyes drift close, and a sleepy murmur escapes. I pull a throw from the couch and tuck it around her, pulling her into the crook of my arm and placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Sleep, Ely. I'll be here when you wake up. I'll always be here."
CHAPTER 21
SEBASTIAN
We both wake before the sun peeks into the windows, and from the moment Ely’s eyes open, I know today is going to be hard. An aura of anxiety surrounds her, and I try my best to let it go, but by the time we reach the kitchen I’m ready to come out of my skin.
I pass Ely a cup of coffee and then lean across the counter and take a sip of my own.
"Talk to me. It’s too early in the morning to be as anxious as you are. Do I need to take you back upstairs and help you work some of it off?” I wink, trying to be playful, but Elyse isn’t having it.
She tenses, casting her gaze away, even though I can still see by the set of her shoulders and the clench of her fists inside her hoodie sleeves that she’s anxious. "Not all of us can be cool as cucumbers.”
“What does that mean?”