Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
It’s not even the physical stimulation, it’s the meaning behind it, the tenderness, the concern in his gray eyes that he’s only ever dedicated to me.
I don’t bother to muffle my moans, my screams, and my utter joy as he fucks me under the shower. I hold onto him with both hands, not wanting to let him go.
Not now, not ever.
He doesn’t stop fucking me, owning me, changing position every so often. His hands are everywhere, cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, pulling my hair so he can nibble on a sensitive spot on my throat. He kisses me, then bites my tongue. He sucks on my nipple, then tugs on it. He powers into me slowly, then takes it to an irregular, maddening level.
It’s like he can’t get enough of me and wants to deepen our connection with each touch. He fucks like he talks, with apparent calm yet subtle darkness.
I’m so stimulated, I feel like one orgasm keeps bleeding into the other.
My front is now against the transparent shower stall as he powers into me from behind while caging both of my wrists in one hand on the glass above me.
My mouth is open in an ‘O’ as I take every delicious thrust and every sting of pain that comes with it.
“Ahhh…Adrian…I’m coming…”
He increases his rhythm, pinching my nipples with his other hand until they’re sore and I scream in pain. “So sensitive.”
“Adrian!” I fall down without any landing. I keep falling and rolling, finding a pause just so I can fall again.
If I knew this was how it would feel, I would’ve let him hear my voice so he would’ve fucked me a long time ago.
Adrian still hasn’t come. If anything, my orgasm has made him grow harder inside me. His lips meet my ear as he whispers, “Thank you for welcoming me home.”
And then he comes inside me again. I close my eyes to memorize the sensation and his words.
Thank you for being my home, I’m about to whisper in response, but his head falls into the space between my neck and shoulder and he kisses the skin there. “Fuck, I missed you, Lia.”
My whole body goes slack against him. Everything that happened tonight. His worry, his unbound passion, and even the way he’s nibbling on my skin and slightly rocking his hips were never meant for me.
He doesn’t see me. He’s only seeing Lia.
That thought cuts me open so deep, a tear slides down my cheek, mixing with the water and falling down the drain.
Because I know, I just know that he’ll never see me as Winter.
I’ll always be Lia.
27
Adrian
I can’t stop.
I say I will after one more time as I lift her up and lay her down on her stomach, opening her legs wide and thrusting into her from behind.
I said I would stop after I took her one more time in bed last night.
I said I would stop after I woke her up, my teeth nibbling on her neck and fingers teasing her clit.
But I’m a fucking liar.
I have no will or plan to stop. The more I taste her and inhale the tangible scent of her arousal, the more I’m tempted to feast on it. To eat her out, swallow her down so deep that she’ll never think about finding a way out. I come up with method after method to wrench one orgasm after the other from her.
Usually, I’m the type who knows the exact moment to stop. You can’t overdo or underdo things. Finding that balance is impossible for most people, but not for me. I’ve always excelled at being the ‘right amount’ type of person.
I’ve never cared too much or too little. Never gone overboard, never pushed boundaries. Never had addictions or things I couldn’t easily get rid of.
Lia is the exception to all of those.
She’s the addiction I didn’t see coming, and when I finally noticed her, she was already streaming in my blood.
She’s the one whose boundaries were supposed to be pushed, but I ended up being the one in a clusterfuck of problems.
This woman is intoxicating. She crept under my skin and injected her black magic into my bones. Now, she’s the reason I breathe. I feel like if I stop touching her, if I let her go, she’ll disappear again.
I’ll never have her again.
My thrusts become profound, sharp, and animalistic at the thought. I’ve never been as hard as I was last night and this morning. My dick is in a constant need to claim her, own her, and teach her that she’ll never go anywhere—willingly or unwillingly.
Lia’s body jerks, her fingers fisting into the belt that I looped around her wrists and attached to the hook in the bedpost. She looks so beautiful and so fucking mine.
Her frame is petite, breakable, and so fragile that it hurts to think what could’ve happened to her last night. Cuts mark the soles of her feet and there’s a bruise forming under her eye. The moment I saw her panting, crying, and in a mild state of shock, I swore to find whoever touched her and snap his fucking neck with my bare hands.