Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Yeah, fuck yeah, take it baby,” he pants. “Fuck. Make yourself come on my cock. You’re so—fuck, fuck, you’re tight. You feel so fucking good.”
My clit is so sensitive that it can only handle the gentlest touch. I circle it softly while Aden fucks me. The contrast between the force of his thrusts and the whisper-soft pressure of my fingers builds an impossible tension between my legs. That tension becomes a pleasure so thick that I almost feel drunk on it. I keep rubbing until another orgasm hits me like a wave.
Aden curses behind me, burying himself deep while I ride it out. It feels endless, my body clenching around him again and again, and I haven’t begun to come down yet when his hips hitch and he starts stroking into me fast and hard.
“Gonna come,” he says. “Fuck. Fuck. Gonna come.”
He does, his release is hot inside me and I feel every pulse of his cock.
I don’t think it’s fully ended yet when he pulls out.
“Aden,” I cry. “Aden, please—”
He turns me over onto my back and makes sure my head is nestled in the pillows, then crawls over me and pushes himself inside. Still hard and wanting more.
“Too much?” he murmurs into my ear.
“No. No. Could never be too much.”
It couldn’t. Not with his strong body over mine. Not with his arms around me. Not with my arms around him.
I’m almost delirious with pleasure, but I shut my eyes and move with him.
He’s slow the second time around, taking his time with every thrust. I think he wants to fuck all night, and I wouldn’t mind it. I could fall asleep like this and wake up with him still inside me.
Aden starts dropping kisses to my face and my forehead and my jaw after a while. He kisses me as slowly and deliberately as he fucks me.
This is what it’s like to be able to touch someone.
This is why I survived.
Because I needed to be consumed by a man this way.
Not just any man. By Aden. I need to have him over me, exploring me, so deep inside me that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. It’s all feeling between us, all heat and emotion and moment, and it makes me feel like I can breathe.
Every part of my body that had been stressed or tense from the day melts into the bed. I lift my face up for more of his kisses. Each one feels like a promise. He’ll be here for me. He’ll do whatever I need from him.
We made it.
We made it, and we’ll never have to go back to those days.
This is our life now. This is the life we’ve made, and I’m going to live every minute of it with as much pleasure as I can.
It’s been a long time when he shudders out another orgasm, his mouth open on my neck.
“Good?” I ask, half-asleep. I don’t think I can stay awake anymore. It will feel so good to sleep and dream next to him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he says, but there’s something in his voice that makes me think it’s not entirely true.
But I don’t ask… and instead my mind wanders back to Dean.
DEAN
When the police car pulls up in front of my house, my first thought is to run. My heart pounds and I know I’ve been reckless and in the back of my mind I know it’s going to end with bloodshed or prison.
I’ve always known that’s what I’m destined for.
The cops aren’t going to help. I’ve known that since I was in school. Even if a bunch of kids show up at the station and beg for help, they’ll refuse.
I’m not a kid anymore and I’m not the one who needs saving.
My head pounds and I can barely remember last night. Time blurs and all I know is the pain and flashes of what must have been.
If they wouldn’t help me then, they sure as hell won’t be on my side now.
I don’t run as I let the blinds go. They close and I wait.
I don’t want to give them any reason to run after me. My heart races, adrenaline forced through my veins.
The lights on the car flash silently, lighting the whole street in blue and red.
They wait and wait and all the while I wait too, getting more and more anxious. Wondering what exactly they found that brought them here.
The lights go off.
Two cops climb out of the car in the dark of the street, talking to one another. They look around my neighborhood.
I swallow my defensiveness. I didn’t do anything wrong, I try to convince myself of the lie.
They come up the sidewalk slowly. That’s a good thing, right? If they wanted to pull something, they’d have come in fast so I didn’t have a chance to get away.