Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
I’m a little broken what with my unhappy introduction to sex, but I feel like he could change that. He already has, really. The way I enjoy it is still such a shock to me. Though I now know better than to point this out again.
It’s nighttime and he’s currently napping, looking incredibly sexy asleep on the couch with one arm thrown over his face. His muscled chest is on display, and I just want to curl up close to him and inhale the scent of his skin. Memorize it.
Because a little voice inside me keeps telling me that all this is at risk of being ripped away from me, that it can’t possibly be mine to keep. Whether that’ll be down to Wyatt ruining it or not, it all feels temporary, and I’m torn between enjoying it to its full capacity while it lasts and bracing for the worst.
He’s spent today lavishing me with affection, with orgasms. With his gorgeous smiles. With his body warmth. His purrs. It’s been a beautiful blur of a day.
Shortly after breakfast he asked me what sorts of movies I liked before he reached into a basket in the living room full of rolled blankets. He took one, carried me to the couch, set me down and snuggled in, wrapping the soft blanket over the two of us. I eyeballed the basket in the corner with the odd but strong urge to gather all those blankets along with any others in the house so I could arrange them on the floor for us in a sort-of blanket fort. But I didn’t suggest it; I just snuggled in, watching him sign up for a streaming service that gave us a buffet of movies.
Greyson made us popcorn before Aladdin, and we had to clean popcorn from every crevice of the couch after him giving me a back rub turned into him feasting between my legs before finishing off all over my torso. It was incredible to watch him fist himself and do that, strong muscles on display, a look of passion in his expression as he watched me watch him. It was even more incredible when he rubbed the cream he spilled all over me into my skin until my breasts were fully coated with it. It left me sticky but satisfied, feeling something I can only describe as serene as he growled in my ear, “You’re mine, wife. And I fucking love that I can smell me on you.”
We didn’t get to pay much attention to the end of Aladdin, and then halfway through Beauty and the Beast, his hand snaked up under the blanket and he brought me to orgasm yet again, this time with his fingers, after which I promptly fell asleep. When I woke up, he was smiling at me while twirling a lock of my hair around his index finger.
“Hey sleeping beauty, want me to restart it?” he asked.
“Sleeping Beauty! Can we watch that?” I asked.
He laughed at me and gave me what I wanted.
We watched that and then ate the pasta casserole his mom sent over. After this, we lounged in his large soaker tub together with sky-high bubbles that smelled like cherries. The bubble bath came from Bailey and their mom, but I also got to sample some of the bath products sent in the welcome basket with a sugar cookie body scrub that left my skin feeling like silk.
Now he’s napping and I’m feeling content while watching him sleep.
The whole day has been absolutely decadent. So decadent, I’ve barely had a chance to worry. Filled with affection, rest, sex, and food. I’m not accustomed to eating this much.
Conversation has been light, which I suspect has been intentional because Greyson wants me comfortable. He’s been absolutely amazing.
He left me by myself for a bit in order to talk on the phone to one of his cousins, explaining that this is the witch part of his family and he’s just beginning to get acquainted with them. His cousin Vivica wanted to know how things were going with Riley Savage and Erica Young, who are hopefully working out relationship issues.
He explained that Tyson’s cousin Riley thought she died and recently found out she wasn’t dead, that it looks like she’s been hiding from him while he grieved.
Greyson already told me how badly his friend mourned, and I could see he was angry about this, didn’t understand how she could do such a thing, and it was touching to see how much Greyson cares. But when he finished his phone call with his witch cousin, his tune changed a little and he seemed like he was veering to his cousin’s side of things.
He said it was all out of her control, and he can see how difficult of a position she was in. He says he can only imagine how hard that must have been for her – to hide for all this time knowing her fated mate was mourning her. I felt like he said some of those things for my benefit, drawing parallels because she harmed Riley emotionally out of lack of choices.