Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
The water streams down on us, passing through our lips, between our bodies, through my hair, and down my back.
This kiss beneath the shower stream is like none other.
I know Drake loves me, but with this kiss alone, it proves to me only one thing: he is fighting for our love.
He is keeping me and he is never pulling away again.
He holds me snug against him, and my legs instinctively wrap around him. His cock runs across my belly, digging into my smooth flesh. I moan as he holds my face and my back hits the shower wall.
Our lips part for a split second, and in that mere second our eyes lock. Water spills over his face, through his hair. It drips off the tip of his nose, and he pants through parted lips.
His eyes are intense. Serious. Within them I see the devotion he is willing to give. The passion. Everything he has to offer, and it is more than enough for me.
I lean in and kiss him whole, and as I do, he slides himself right into me. My walls show no resistance. I grip him tighter, my fingernails digging into his skin. They slide down his watery back and stop just above his hips.
Drake grunts as he thrusts deeper, and my back arches against the wall. He greedily sucks on my bottom lip when I pull my mouth away from his, and it only heightens my arousal.
I bring my arms back up and hold on tight. Our bodies bounce, water splashing everywhere. Our skin is dripping wet but he still holds me snug. He is so thick, filling me up more and more with every stroke. My moans are heavy, feeding his ego.
His balls clap on my skin, and he groans, veins appearing on his neck. He sucks on the crook of mine and I sigh, allowing the back of my head to fall back and rest on the shower wall.
“You have no idea how much I love you, babe. I love you so damn much,” he grumbles into my wet skin. He tilts his head back and grips my face in his hands. “You love me?”
“Yes,” I pant. “I love you, Drake. I have loved you since I was ten years old and I will continue loving you, no matter what.” For the first time this morning, I see him smile. It is warm and full, and it makes my heartbeat stutter just seeing it.
With my face still clasped in his hands, he brings my mouth to his and crushes my lips. He forces them apart with his tongue and kisses me, his tongue rolling with mine, locking and then moving in rhythm.
He works his hips, slamming a little harder. I feel his body start to lock up, his chest tightening. His groans turn into light grunts, and his breathing quickens.
And then it comes.
He comes for me, and I quiver as he does, releasing what has been trapped inside me for years.
Drake grunts, unleashing years of pent up frustrations and regrets. His mouth is still on mine, his eyes squeezed tight. He cups two hands around the back of my neck, breaks the kiss, and drops his forehead on mine, shuddering as he spouts his last few drops of release.
“Shit, Jenny.” He breathes raggedly, looking me in the eyes. “Fuck, I’ve missed that, baby.”
I giggle, biting my bottom lip. I tip my chin to kiss him once. Twice. Then I move my lips over to kiss his cheek, and then the tip of his nose.
He shuts his eyes briefly as I do this, and when I stop, he looks at me with a lopsided, lazy grin.
“I love you so much, Drake. I am yours, okay? I always have been and I always will be. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Neither do I.” He places me on my feet. “I have a request for you.”
“What?”
“Will you leave Vegas with me?”
“I can…” I smirk.
“But will you?”
I gather my wet hair to one side. “I will. Just for you, Doomsday. If that’s what you really want.”
“Of course it’s what I want. You shouldn’t disappoint Doomsday. He doesn’t like that.”
“Oh, I know he doesn’t. Doomsday is so full of himself it’s not even funny.” I’m teasing him, but it makes my heart happy to hear him bellow with laughter.
He knows this too, but with Drake comes the almighty Doomsday. They are two different beings, coinciding in one body. His alter ego can get the best of him sometimes, but deep down his true nature will show up and let him know when he is being irrational.
Doomsday is a beast that needs training. I am his princess and it is my job to make sure that that beast never reveals himself outside of the cage—well, at least not too often.
I know I won’t be able to control everything about him, but as long as he is willing to listen and be open with me, I can honestly say we will be off to a good start. A new and better beginning.