Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Nothing but silence.
I went to bed alone again, contemplating sleeping in my old room so I wouldn’t have to smell him. Feel him all around me. But I didn’t, knowing it was no use. The man was already engrained in my heart. His scent helped me sleep in his absence. I dreamt of the way his strong arms felt around me. Engulfing me in nothing but his warm body, the weight of him on top of me. The reassuring words he always spoke in my ear.
“Cariño,” I heard him whisper. I swear it felt so real, so true, so consuming, like he was right there with me. I didn’t want to wake up. I felt his lips on my neck, softly kissing, making his way up to my mouth. “Mi amor, lo siento, perdóname por todo. Eres mi vida. Siempre recuerdalo. No importa lo qué pase. Eres mía, cariño,” he rasped against my ear in Spanish.
When did I learn Spanish?
“Wake up, Lexi. Open those beautiful eyes for me.”
I stirred, fluttering my eyes open. Blinking away the sleepy haze, trying to focus. My eyes adjusting to the light cascading off the moon from the sliding glass doors.
“Alejandro?” I sleepily asked.
“You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” He gazed down at me with a look I couldn’t quite read.
“I was just dreaming about you.”
“That wasn’t a dream. I’m here. I’ve been here.”
His eyes held so much emotion. His sincere expression was almost hard to follow. I had always been so in tune with what his eyes shared with me, and at that moment, all I could see was pain. My heart ached seeing him broken. I missed his smile, his laugh, his love. It was as if he was torn with what he was feeling, his mind wreaking havoc in a way I’d never seen before. I could physically feel his pained glare on my face as he was laying on top of me. Feeling it so much more than I could have ever imagined. Almost like I could touch it.
“Cariño, stop thinking. Just feel me.” He placed my hand over his heart. “Be here with me, just me and you,” he whispered, sensing my apprehension.
He watched as I started tracing the outline of his heart that was beating a mile a minute, just for me. Caressing the side of my cheeks with the back of his fingers as we stared into each other’s souls, seeing our truth, our love. He softly pecked my lips, kissing me for the first time in what seemed like forever. Teasing me with the tip of his tongue, outlining my mouth. My tongue sought out his, and our kiss quickly turned passionate, moving on its own accord, taking what the other needed. There was something agonizing about the way we devoured each other’s mouths.
It was urgent.
Demanding.
Burning with fire.
We couldn’t get enough of one another, wanting more. Wanting everything. Trying to become one person, kissing as if our lives depended on it. His fingers glided down to my breasts, caressing them lightly, grazing around my nipples, cupping and kneading them in the palm his hand.
“Alejandro,” I moaned, in a voice I didn’t recognize.
Our bodies moved like they were made for each other. He tenderly kissed all over my face, along my jawline, my forehead, and on the tip of my nose. Placing his cock at my entrance, staring me in the eyes, waiting for me to tell him it was all right.
They did.
He rested his elbows on the sides of my face with my whole body lying beneath him. Slowly easing inside of me, grabbing me by the chin to once again claim my mouth. It started off slow, but his movements became urgent and more demanding. My eyes widened in pleasure, my back arching off the bed, letting him lap at my neck and breasts, nipping, sucking, licking. Leaving tiny marks in his wake. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to enjoy the sensation of his cock inside me.
“You feel me inside you?” he groaned, reading my mind. Making his way back up to my mouth.
“Yes…” I breathed out.
My arms reached around, pressing him tight against my body, wanting to feel his entire weight on top of me. His warmth consumed me as he took his time hitting all the right spots. His back muscles flexed with every thrust. Every push and pull. I couldn’t get enough of him.
I needed him.
I wanted him.
I loved him.
He leaned his forehead on mine, looking deep into my core. Our mouths were parted, still touching, both of us panting profusely, trying to feel each and every sensation of our skin on skin contact. His one hand snaked around to cup my ass, guiding my hips, angling them, making me take every last inch of his cock. He thrust in and out of me, going slow, cherishing me, making me feel safe, secured, and loved. Everything I ever wanted from him, he was willingly giving to me.