Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 144277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 721(@200wpm)___ 577(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 721(@200wpm)___ 577(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Jasina lets out a breath. “Did she not mean much to you?”
This question makes me chuckle, even though there’s nothing funny about it. “No.”
“Finn—”
I shake my head, pressing my palms just a tiny bit harder on her face. “If you’d asked me that question on the day of her Extraction, I’d have said, ‘Of course she does—she is my life and my future.’ But it isn’t true. Was never true. I don’t know what I felt about Clara. It doesn’t make sense to me right now. But I do know this. You’re never walking through a tower door without me holding your hand. It’s not gonna happen. I will never give you up. I will fight, until my dying breath, to keep you safe. To keep our family safe. We’re gonna play the game, Jasina. And we’re gonna play to win.”
Her eyes go bright with… I dunno, pride, maybe? Pride in me? Which is something I’ve never really seen in anybody’s eyes before. Not directed at me. Because I wasn’t living in Tau City, I was existing within a set of pre-programmed parameters. I was following a path, living a story that someone else wrote for me.
No more. I won’t do it anymore.
Jasina raises a hand and places it on my cheek. Tenderly. “Of course, we’re gonna win. There’s no point in playing if we’re not gonna win. And you, Finn Scott, are a winner.” I will take this moment to my grave. I will never forget her faith in me.
And this is the banner I will fight under.
Her faith.
My fingers slide down her body and begin unhooking the bodice of her dress. Jasina is not shy, but she blushes a little as I silently do this. Her small smile creeping into a grin as I open the bodice up, revealing her breasts. They’ve always been a nice size. More than enough. But they feel swollen now, so I’m gentle as I hold them in my palms while I lean in to kiss her plump lips.
She sighs, kissing me back. And we kiss like this the whole time I’m pulling that bodice down her arms. It’s attached to the skirt, so a few moments later, the whole ensemble drops to the floor.
This is when I step back, holding her at arm’s length, taking in the shape of her body. She is very curvy. Wide hips, narrow waist. Perfect.
“Stop,” she giggles.
“Stop what?”
“Looking at me like you want to eat me up.”
“I do.” And then I push her back a little, just enough to set her off balance so she drops down onto the bed. Then I lower myself down to a crouch and remove her boots, tossing them aside.
Now, she’s only in her underwear—lacy panties that ride high on her hips and dip low in front.
“Lie back,” I say.
She bites her lip, nervous. But she does as I ask.
And when she’s settled, I put my hands on her knees and spread her legs open.
Fuck, she turns me on. I would like to do so many things with Jasina Bell, but tonight, I want to be careful with her. I want to cherish her. So I begin by kissing her inner thigh, just above her knee. And I take those kisses all the way up her leg until my tongue swipes over the smooth stretch of fabric between her thighs.
Her back arches, and she moans, hissing a little as I lick. Her fingers find my hair, and she grips it, urging me to give her more.
But I am determined to go slow tonight. To give her a reason to remember this time over all the others that came before, or will come after.
Because this is the first day of our life.
We hold a single card.
And it’s not mine, or hers. It’s ours.
Tenderly, I close her legs and slide those panties off.
Then I lick her until she comes.
After which, I take off my clothes, get in bed, and put her on top of me.
I give her all the control, and she doesn’t waste it
She fucks me slow. Staring me right in the face. Building the climax up to something epic.
And when we release—together, at the same time—I know that we are, and will forever be, linked.
Not just through the game we’ll play, but the trust we’ll share.
A knocking on the room door wakes me up. Distant and soft, I hear a chirpy, almost annoying voice coming from the other side. “Mr. Finn? It’s Cormac! The god awaits! Please wake up now!”
“Shit,” I whisper, gently easing my arm out from under Jasina.
“What’s going on,” she mumbles, clearly still mostly asleep. It’s alluring, this voice. And I would like nothing more than to climb between her legs and wake her up properly.
But stupid Cormac is still knocking. “Mr. Finn!” he sing-songs. “Time to go!”
“I’m coming,” I say. Getting up.