Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
She straddles me, thighs gripping my hips, and I impale her on my cock slowly, watching her face as she takes me in, inch by inch.
The stretch draws a moan from both of us, as she sinks down, her tightness enveloping me. She is so perfect.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
She moves slowly, deliberately, her hips rocking, setting a rhythm that’s both torture and salvation. I thrust up, meeting her, each movement a spark that ignites my nerves. Pleasure coils tight and hot in my guts as she rides me like a Goddess. The limo hums along, the city a blur outside, but in here, it’s just us, her body tight around me, her breath ragged against my skin.
I slide a hand up her back, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling gently to tilt her face to mine. Her eyes meet mine, green and blazing, full of love, of pain. I drown in those green lakes.
“I love you,” I murmur.
Her reply is a sob, then she kisses me, deep, hungry, her tongue a soft dance with mine. My other hand grips her hip, guiding her faster, deeper, each thrust a claim on her. I’m mesmerized, watching where we join, the way she takes all of me, the way her body trembles with every movement.
Pleasure builds, tight and unbearable. I thrust harder, deeper. My fingers find her clit, stroking fast, matching our rhythm. Her moans grow louder, sharper, and she buries her face in my shoulder to stifle a cry. I feel her tighten before she shatters, her orgasm a raging wave, her body shuddering uncontrollably against mine. The sound, the feel of her, undoes me, and I follow, groaning deep, my cock pulsing, my seed shooting into her. It binds us in this reckless, desperate love.
Panting, we hold each other. Her body is limp against mine. The limo slows as we near home. Her eyes were soft, glistening with tears.
“Just these last few days,” she whispers, voice cracked, raw with emotion. “Let’s enjoy these and hold them in our hearts forever.”
My heart splinters with her words, knowing it’s all we’ll ever have. I understand it must be so, but a part of me still holds hope that there will be a way out. All my life I’ve never known myself to give up on something I truly want no matter what the odds against me are.
The odds are terrible, some would say impossible, but the strength of my desire must not be underestimated.
Chapter
Thirty-Five
AMELIA
Istand in my studio with the sharp tang of turpentine and wet paint suspended in the air. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, bathing the room in golden warmth. My brush hovers over the canvas. This is the final stroke. The dragon is finished.
I step back and look at my dragon.
It’s finally finished… and it’s quite breathtaking—emerald scales shimmering with flecks of gold, wings spread wide, eyes glowing with its fierce, untamed nature. I remember when I started it, months ago, the colors were quite dull, even though I had tried my best to make them vibrant, and the creature lifeless. It was a shadow of my own heart, broken and gray.
Now, it’s vibrant and flourishing, each hue bursting with energy, mirroring the fire Max has ignited in me. My life, once muted, now surges with color, emotion, and excitement—his touch, his voice, his love all becoming part of my painting. A rush of joy so intense it pricks my eyes, and tears fill me. I never want this to end.
I want all my paintings to look this animated.
Every night, Max sleeps beside me, his body warm, solid, his arm draped over my waist. When I wake in the night, I almost feel like I am in a dream, and I can’t believe he is real. This life is real.
And waking to him… Oh the beauty of that. His dark hair mussed, his blue eyes soft with sleep, as he murmurs my name. It feels like a miracle. We talk over coffee, his laugh filling the kitchen, his hand brushing mine, and it’s everything—the perfect life I’ve dreamed of since that summer. My heart sings with how much I love him, how much he’s brought me back to myself.
But in the shadows, Sara waits…
I hear activity from downstairs, and shortly after, I hear Jason’s voice, bright and bubbling, calling out as he bounds in from school. I wipe my hands on a rag and head down. The foyer smells of fresh flowers, a bouquet Max brought home yesterday. Jason’s backpack thuds to the floor, his dark curls bouncing as he runs towards me.
“Aunt Amelia!” he calls, his gray eyes sparkling with excitement.
My heart swells, love for this boy wrapping around me like a warm blanket. “Hey, you. How was school?”
“It was awesome!” he replies, his words tumbling out. “We made clay pots, and mine didn’t break!” His grin is wide and infectious, and I laugh.