Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
With our dishes on the table, I rushed back to the kitchen and grabbed the bread. Today, I was starving. Also, I had a plan. The Butcher had told me to just come right out and tell Victor I wanted to have sex with him. There was no way I could just come out tell him that. It had to take finesse.
Also, I didn’t know how to exactly tell him I wanted to have sex. It was probably super easy. All men wanted sex, that is what she told me. Victor would be no different, but to me, he was different. Besides, I had never had sex with anyone else. There had only ever been Victor, and that hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Not that I had a plan.
Picking up my fork and spoon, I watched as Victor took his first mouthful, and I saw the slight closing of his eyes. He enjoyed it, and for that, I was glad. I liked cooking for him.
I had missed him while he’d been gone, which was a change to how I had felt back in the other house, when I had been more than happy for him to be gone.
This is good. I like this.
As we ate, Victor told me what had happened back home. How we were all stuck. They had all settled on me moving ... a lot. I hated this idea.
“Moving?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“And you think that is safe?”
“It is the only option right now. It is how we can keep one step ahead of the game of The Grid.”
It wasn’t ideal.
We finished out soup, and then we both did the dishes. I became aware of how close he was to me. So close. And then, as I wiped down the sink, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed a kiss to my neck. I felt the pull of him, and I wanted to spin around and throw my arms around him. Only, I held myself back.
His hands settled on my stomach, but I wanted him to touch me everywhere. How did I tell him that? The Butcher made it sound so freaking easy, yet it was not even close. She said to just say it.
I opened my mouth, closed it, and opened it again. Only, nothing came out.
“Tell me,” he said.
His voice was so close to my ear, and I don’t know how he did it, but he sounded so erotic.
“I want to have sex.”
I don’t know how I blurted it out, especially as a few moments before, I didn’t even have the courage to say anything. What the hell was wrong with me? It made no sense at all.
This time, I did turn into his arms, because he hadn’t said anything and was completely silent. I looked into his eyes and waited.
Still nothing.
“Did you hear me?” I asked.
“I did.”
“Do you want to?”
He pressed against me, so I was pressed up against the sink and felt the rock hardness of his body. I felt the thickness of his cock, and it made me gasp.
“Do you feel me?” he asked.
Yes, I felt him.
“I want you so badly.”
“And I want you,” I said.
“But—”
“No buts. This is what I want. I’m ready. You’ve been patient with me, and now I want to ... do it. You know, we can do our wedding night in the proper way.” I had to keep talking before I lost my nerve, and I was so close to losing it.
Did he not want to? I was just about to ask him that, but then he kissed me and I lost all thought. His lips felt so good. I didn’t want him to stop.
Running my hands up his chest, I slid them around the back of his neck and pressed our bodies together.
Victor gripped my ass and lifted me up. I circled my legs around his waist and held onto him, as he carried me across the house, going straight toward the bedroom we had been sharing.
Once inside, he dropped me down to the bed, broke the kiss, and trailed his lips toward my neck. I cried out as he kissed my neck, biting down on that tender spot that seemed to always make me erupt in goose bumps. I didn’t want him to stop, not for a second. And he didn’t.
Victor didn’t allow the shirt I wore to get in the way. He grabbed it with both hands and tore it right down the middle, making me gasp. The jeans were gone as well. He undid the button with ease, slid the zipper down, and then in one swoop, they were gone. I didn’t want to think about what had made him a master like this. My panties were next, and my bra.
I was completely naked, and he was fully dressed.
Just as he was about to touch me, I used all those skills he and The Butcher had been teaching me, and attempted to rid him of his clothes. I don’t think I was graceful like him, as I had to go on the attack. I was thankful he didn’t burst out laughing at just how pathetic I was.