Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 88270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
She circles her pelvis in tight loops, and I buck up to meet her, the bed shaking under us.
On our sides next, spooned together with my arm around her waist, holding her close as I thrust from behind. The angle is intimate, my cock sliding deep with each roll of my hips, hitting her in a way that makes her gasp and push back against me, her ass pressing into my groin.
I kiss the nape of her neck, tasting the salt there, my free hand sliding down to circle her clit. Slow flicks with my fingers that make her body shake with pleasure. Our bodies are slick with sweat now, and her soft cries grow louder.
I shift her once more and get behind her with both of us on our knees. Her hands brace on the headboard as I drive forward from behind, my hands on her breasts—squeezing the full mounds, pinching her nipples between my fingers until she cries out with neediness.
The position lets me go harder, deeper, my cock pounding into her with forceful thrusts, the slap of my hips against her ass echoing loudly in the room. Her moans turn to screams, high and broken, as I reach around to rub her clit faster, her body shuddering under me. This is it. Just us, just gasps and grunts, my hardness filling her completely, and stretching her with every slam.
Her cries mingle with my groans, and the bed creaks under us like a rhythmic symphony that's getting louder, more frantic. I feel her shatter around me first, her walls pulsing tight around my cock, squeezing in powerful waves that milk my cock until I follow, spilling into her with a shudder that leaves me boneless and gasping. Hot jets flood her as I continue to thrust into her. Again and again. My hands roam her body, slapping her ass to elicit tighter clenches around me.
Her eyes meet mine in the moonlight, wide, raw, and vulnerable as her body shatters around me in pulsing waves that grip my cock like a vice. My own release crashes hard, and I spill inside her with a roar of satisfaction. The shared wave of ecstasy leaves us gasping, clinging to each other, our bodies slick and entwined, our hearts pounding in unison.
We come so many times—over and over. Each release building on the last until we come one last time, locked together face to face on our sides.
Only then do we finally fall asleep in each other's arms, exhausted beyond words. My body wrapped protectively around hers, her head nestled on my chest.
The world outside doesn’t exist.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
JULIET
Iam in his arms, cocooned in his warmth.
I cannot believe we're asleep, tangled together like this, the four-poster bed cradling us in its vast expanse. The moonlight faded hours ago, replaced by the soft predawn gray filtering through the curtains. I'm wide awake now, my body heavy and sated from the marathon of passion that left every muscle in my body aching in the best way. His arm is draped possessively around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. His breath is steady and warm against my neck, a rhythmic whisper that stirs the fine hairs, sending tiny shivers down my spine.
I’d expected him to untangle himself and slip back to his own suite down the hall, and maintain the distance we've—they've—always kept. But instead, he tightened his hold in his sleep, murmuring something unintelligible. I don't know how to feel about it. Part of me is in a panic and wants to bolt, to put walls up before this gets any deeper. But another part, a much stronger part, craves the security of his embrace and wants to melt into him. He makes the world feel better, safer.
In fact, it's so good I could cry. This closeness, this stolen intimacy wrapping tightly around my heart like vines, feels too real. His warmth seeps into me, solid and enveloping, his bare chest pressed to my back. Skin on skin. His strength is everywhere—the corded muscles of his arm pinning me gently but firmly, his thigh slung over mine, heavy and unyielding.
A possessiveness that thrills and terrifies me in equal measure.
He holds me like I belong to him—body, soul, and mind—his fingers splayed across my stomach, claiming me as his territory with unconscious ease. His heartbeat is a steady drum against my spine, lulling me despite the storm inside.
But the fact that this is all a lie crushes me in a way I can't explain. A deep, aching sorrow blooms in my chest, and makes hot tears prick at the backs of my eyes. I know that these moments are borrowed—I'm not his, not really. I’m just a stand-in wearing another's name and life. When the clock runs out, all this will shatter like glass. I don’t understand why it feels so right, so inevitable, when it's built on lies? I blink back the tears and swallow hard. My throat is tight as I fight the urge to wake him and let him tell me more sweet lies.