Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Her hands came up to frame my face, fingers threading through my hair. I felt her breath against my lips, warm and real. When she kissed me, I tasted salt and copper, but I also tasted Ada’s own sweetness. I kissed her back, careful of her split lip, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the press of my mouth against hers.
I gathered her closer, needing to feel her body against mine. She came willingly, climbing into my lap, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her fingers slid under my shirt as she found my skin with her hands. Seconds later, she whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor.
“Need you,” she murmured against my mouth. “Need to feel you touching me. Inside me.”
I understood. Needed the same confirmation that we were both here, both alive, both whole despite everything. I pulled her shirt over her head before fumbling with the back clasp on her bra. Her skin was pale in the dim light, marked here and there with bruises that made my blood boil all over again. The last thing I needed was to slip back into the near madness from before.
I stood, urging her to wrap her legs around my waist while I walked us to the bedroom. She kissed and licked my lips the whole way. I started to take her to bed, then thought better of it. Instead, I headed to the bathroom.
“Shower first.” I managed, though my cock was at full attention and demanding to be inside her. “I need to take care of you.”
She smiled up at me. “Like I said. We’ll take care of each other.”
We both finished undressing and I adjusted the water before we both stepped into the big shower. The second we stepped under the water, I pulled her back into my arms, needing that physical connection.
The hot spray cascaded over us, steam rising around our bodies like a protective cocoon. I reached for the soap, needing to wash away all traces of this day from her skin. My hands trembled slightly as I worked up a lather, the reality of how close I’d come to losing her still raw in my veins.
I turned her gently so her back faced me. Starting with her shoulders, my hands moved in slow circles across her skin. I watched the suds slide down the elegant curve of her spine, revealing her to me inch by glorious inch. She sighed, leaning back against my touch. I massaged her muscles as I ran my hands over her body. She arched into my touch and moaned several times as she gradually relaxed.
She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a gentle kiss. “My turn,” Ada whispered, taking the bottle of shower gel and squirting a healthy amount in her palm.
She faced me, her gaze never leaving mine as she worked the soap between her palms. When she placed her hands on my chest, I nearly came undone. Her touch on my bare skin always felt good, but now I felt like she was the only glue holding me together. My insides were raw and bleeding. Ada soothed those lacerations and helped me to heal with every single touch.
“I was so afraid,” she admitted quietly, her hands sliding down my abdomen. “Not that they’d kill me. That I’d never see you again.”
I caught her wrist, bringing her soapy hand to my lips. “I would’ve torn the world apart to find you.”
She smiled, the bruises on her face somehow making her beauty more fierce. “I need this,” Ada insisted, her eyes fierce with determination. “I need to feel you. To know we’re both alive. Please, Jag.”
I couldn’t deny her. Couldn’t deny myself. With a growl, I lifted her, pressing her back against the shower wall. Her legs wrapped around my waist immediately. Her pussy kissed the head of my dick, opening to me. I positioned myself at her entrance, pausing just long enough to make sure she was ready. I circled her hip and found her clit. She thrust her hips to my touch, riding the length of my dick between her legs so her clit scraped over my length.
“Fuck, Ada,” I gasped against her throat, trying to hold still, to be gentle with her bruised body. Water droplets clung to her lashes, her eyes dark with desire. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes…”
I pushed forward slowly, watching her carefully for any sign of discomfort. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp as I filled her, her pussy gripping me like a vise. The sensation nearly brought me to my knees. Being inside Ada was always incredible, but now, after nearly losing her, it felt like salvation.
I rocked into her slowly, savoring the connection as our bodies moved together in the steamy shower. Her fingernails dug into my ass, her head falling to my shoulder as she gasped my name.