Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
"Oh God, Aidan."
Everything about them was fucking crazy, and it was probably why—-
"Please."
They were so crazy good with each other—-
And I'll never let her go.
He reached down for her quivering sex just as his balls started to tighten and ache.
You're mine, Serafina.
He stroked her clit in rhythm with the deep, hard jabs of his cock.
Mine.
And in moments, both of them were cumming, her cries filling the room as her legs wrapped around his waist and his cock spasmed inside of her.
Just as I'm yours.
Chapter Thirteen
I WAKE UP WITH MY HEART in my throat. The room is bright and warm, and sunlight streaming from the windows makes me wince. But instead of closing my eyes, I find myself unable to look away.
It's almost as if I'm welcoming the pain.
Because pain means last night wasn't a dream.
Pain means last night was real.
And when pain continues to linger, and my eyes start to water—-
The terror fades just a little, and when I finally start crying, a smile also wobbles up to my lips because I know I'm crying for the very best of reasons.
This pain I'm feeling...this pain that's making my tears fall endlessly....this pain means last night truly happened. Every sweet, agonizing moment of it. All of it is real.
The feel of his lips on my skin and the stroke of his tongue inside my mouth. The tug of his teeth on my nipples and the heat of his fingers as they brush against my throbbing folds. All of it, real.
Aidan penetrating me with his cock, our sweaty bodies rocking against each other, and the creamy, scorching rush of his seed as he cums inside of me. All of it, real, and oh God, please...
Please.
Let it be real forever.
Please.
I feel shamefully desperate and greedy for even praying about it, but I just can't help it anymore. I'm done pretending I don't want more. Done pretending I don't wish to have Aidan Blackwood with me for the rest of my life.
I want him. For better or for worse. I want him. Need him. So God, please...
Please.
The word turns into an endless litany, and I find myself crying again.
Please. Please. Please.
I know I still have a lot of shit to figure out. A lot of mess in my life to fix. And I swear, I swear—-
Oh.
Aidan's just walked back inside my bedroom, and my heart flutters as I watch the way his handsome face softens when he sees me awake, and oh dear God...
The look in Aidan's eyes makes me want to cry and laugh, and I can almost hear God snorting in my mind as Aidan bends down and tenderly brushes his lips over mine. Can almost hear God telling me if I'm going to ask Him for just one thing—-
It better be something that isn't already true.
THE REST OF THE DAY is breathtakingly magical.
I probably should've expected it, but because I've also heard a lot of horror stories about the morning after, I just couldn't help feeling anxious that it had to be the same for me. That if other women's morning-afters sucked, what right did I have to expect anything different?
And yet...
It is different.
Because this is Aidan, and he makes everything different.
And magical.
Take showers, for instance. Since I've never been the type to lounge around in scented hot baths, showers are nothing but routine to me. Or at least they used to until Aidan turned it into one of the kinkiest times of my life.
Aidan asks me to soap his body down, but because seeing his muscles ripple and glisten under the water has turned me into a klutz, I keep dropping the soap, and every time I have to bend down to pick it up...
Well...
Aidan says he just can't resist the sweet temptation of my ass like that, and I end up getting fucked. Hard. And it just keeps happening that an entire hour's passed by the time we finally manage to leave the shower.
And that's just the start.
Breakfast was another magical revelation. Eating out is one of my few indulgences in my life, and I was surprised, ecstatic, and secretly relieved when Aidan asked me to show him my favorite breakfast place.
I was originally worried he'd expect me to cook for him or something, but now I'm thinking that was just one of my horrible prejudices rearing its ugly head. The lives Aidan and I lead might be polar opposites, but the more time I spend with him, the more it feels right to be with him.
He just really gets me, in every way that counts, and while I know it's never a good thing to compare, the differences between Jack and Aidan are so glaringly obvious I just can't help dwelling on them.
Jack has never made a secret of how much he enjoys being seen with me. He loves that I'm (somewhat) famous, loves that we're given VIP treatment in most places, and locals frequently ask to have their photos taken with me.