Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She turned back to me, and this time, she gave me a look I’d never seen before. She was somewhat incredulous at what I’d said, but she also seemed deeply moved by it, like her opinion of me just rose. She stopped fidgeting with her hands and looked at me like she’d never really seen me before. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
She still hadn’t told me whether she had or hadn’t been hurt, but it made no difference because I wanted her so much. When this conversation was over, I wanted to pick her up and carry her to bed so I could enjoy her. “Scars are not signs of weakness, but strength. Traumas are not signs of failure, but success. A dark past doesn’t mean you lived less, but you lived more. Anyone who judges you for what you’ve been through is just an asshole who hasn’t survived anything themselves. They are the weak ones. And you are the strong one.” I couldn’t picture her ending up with an average man, living an average life. She needed someone who lived in a different world, had a different perspective on life. Someone who didn’t blink an eye over the most gruesome things. “I’m not like other men, baby.”
Her eyes softened as she looked at me, her affection growing right in front of my eyes. “Yeah…I see that.”
Ten
Catalina
My ankles were locked around his waist, and he pressed me into the mattress. My hands were deep in the back of his hair as I let him rock me into the sheets. I breathed into his face and moaned, my heels digging into his ass as he continued to give it to me so good. “Heath…” I didn’t say much in bed, and despite my experience with my long list of lovers, I’d never said a man’s name during sex. But this man was special, the first one who deserved to hear me say it over and over. He sent me to the stars every time we were together, pleased me every single time like it wasn’t luck, just pure skill. I brought him closer and bit into his shoulder, moaning through my climax even though I had a reason to be quiet. My teeth sank into his flesh harder than I meant to because I was moaning uncontrollably. God, it was so good. Everything with this man was so good.
He came a minute later, waiting until my teeth released from his skin before he filled the condom inside me. He always shoved his whole dick inside me when he released, making me hiss through my teeth when he came into contact with my cervix, but I never asked him to stop because I knew how much he enjoyed it, how much he liked hurting me with his big dick.
I released a quiet moan as he finished, his thick body still making me sink into the sheets. He breathed against my neck as he drifted down from the clouds. Then he gave me a single hot kiss before he pulled out of me and walked into the bathroom.
I watched him walk away, watched that tight ass contract and relax as he moved. He had sexy legs and an even sexier back. His tattoos were from the waist up, and I’d never really had a chance to examine each one because I preferred to take in the whole picture instead.
That man was mine. All mine. And I didn’t have to share.
I didn’t have to worry about our relationship going somewhere I didn’t want it to because I’d laid the groundwork right away. That allowed me to be with him completely, to drop my guard and treasure every moment.
He returned after he cleaned off, just as sexy from the front as he was from the back. He got into bed beside me, leaving the sheets at his waist.
I rolled onto my side and looked at him, my fingertips sliding lightly up and down his arms. I leaned in close and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, tasting sweat from his exertion, the work he did to make me come.
He wrapped his bear-sized arm around my waist and pulled me close, tugging me against his large frame so we could be close together. I rested my palm against his chest, right over his strong heartbeat. After our serious conversation at the dinner table, we hadn’t said much else. In between our sessions of sex, we usually stayed quiet and just enjoyed each other’s company.
“What’s for dinner?” His strong arm was still around my waist, his fingertips gliding up and down as he touched me. His deep voice was so sexy, so manly. Unfortunately, his perfection ruined all other men for me. How could I move on to somebody else after having this?
“Why are you asking me?”