Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
"I just wanted to suffer in silence for a moment," I answered quietly, hiccuping as I tried to calm myself down.
He ran his fingers through my hair, tilting my face back so that I was forced to meet his dark eyes. He looked pained—like it physically hurt him to see me this way. "Baby, you’ve suffered in silence for too long. I'm here now. You don't have to be silent about it anymore."
I nodded. His eyes flickered down to my lips, and I nodded at him, giving him the okay to kiss me. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his lips descended on mine without hesitation, kissing me desperately. His kiss was nice and smooth, his lips gently coaxing mine to respond to him until it became more passionate for both of us.
Trevor's need for me was clear in that kiss, but he was gentle with me even as our pace picked up. His arms tightened around me, pulling my body flush against his harder frame. I pulled back, gasping for breath when I felt him harden through his sweats. He sighed, pulling back from me, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Fuck, I'm sorry,” he muttered, his lust-filled eyes meeting mine.
I shook my head at him. "Don't . . . don't be sorry.” I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath, preparing myself to take a dive into a territory mostly unfamiliar to me. "I have to overcome this, don't I?"
His eyes widened in shock at my words, and he took a step toward me, his hands gripping my upper arms. "Tracey, do not do something you're not ready for. Never feel like you're obligated to have sex with me to make me feel better."
I shook my head at him, my wide, green eyes meeting his. "I'm not," I told him honestly. "Please, just let me see how far I can go before I start breaking," I begged him, knowing how overprotective he was of me.
I was desperate to get better, to push past everything my father had done to me. If I continued to live my life in fear, I was letting him win. And I was so tired of being the loser.
I was stronger than this. With Trevor standing by my side, I knew that I was capable of anything.
He squeezed his eyes closed, his features conflicted as he pondered my request. "Tracey, you're sure about this?" His eyes finally opened to meet mine.
I nodded, leaning up on my tiptoes to lay my lips over his. He groaned, pushing me back against the wall. Then his hands were everywhere. They caressed my sides, brushing over my hip bones, tracing the swell of my breasts. I forced myself to keep the flashbacks to the back of my mind, breathy moans filling his bathroom, falling from my lips. He pulled back from me, his lips moving over to my jaw, down my neck, whispering over my collar bone.
By that point, everything I had endured in my life was absent from my mind.
I couldn't believe that I was saying this, but I was putty at Trevor’s touch, weightless under his lips.
I knew that I trusted Trevor, but I hadn't realized that my trust in him ran this deep. I wasn't even thinking about the endless rapes. I wasn't worried Trevor was suddenly going to hurt me.
Somehow, from the moment I had first met Trevor, I had known he would never hurt me.
He pulled back, his eyes—so impossibly darker with need—met mine. His breathing was slightly heavier. "Are you sure you want this?"
I nodded, reaching up and twining my arms around his neck. "Love me, Trevor.”
His lips covered mine with a groan. His hands slid down my sides, making me shiver, and he cupped me under my thighs, lifting me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. I gasped in shock, and without wasting a second, he began walking back to the bed. "Fuck school,” he groaned, laying me back on the bed.
He moved over me instantly, sliding his hand under me and unclasping my bra quicker than I ever could. It reminded me of how often he did this, and I bit my lip. He pushed my hair back from my face, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. "Stop worrying,” he whispered, somehow knowing what I was thinking about. "You're the only one for me, Tracey. Remember that. You’ve been the only one for me since the first moment I laid my eyes on you.”
I nodded. His lips came down to mine again once my bra was on the floor, and I moaned at the sensation of his sculpted chest against my soft one. He moved down my body, his lips following his hands until he was at my breasts. He looked up at me, the question in his eyes, and I nodded in consent. Suddenly, a burst of pleasure shot down to my core as his lips closed around my nipple. I cried out, arching my back off of the bed.