Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
He thrusts deeper into me with each wave that hits us, each one more intense than the last. I can hear him growl low in his throat every time he sinks into me completely. He's controlling himself, keeping a steady pace despite the fact that I know he wants to fuck me hard and fast right here in the water.
He grunts harder with each stroke, his strong muscles flexing beneath my touch.
"Fuck Mila," he groans against my earlobe, nibbling it playfully, causing shivers to rocket down my spine straight to where we're joined.
Suddenly, he stills, pulling out abruptly only to flip us over so that he's beneath me. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I ride him to the rhythm of the sea around us. "Fuck, Mila…so good," he mutters, his hot breath fanning over my skin as our bodies move in sync.
My heart beats in synchronization with the waves crashing around us, each pulse echoing the searing pleasure radiating through my body. The tension inside me builds higher and higher until I am teetering on the brink.
I fall with a final thrust, plunging into a sea of pleasure that washes over me in wave after wave…until I am left gasping and shaking in his arms. Stars burst behind my eyelids, blinding me to everything but the image of him burning in my mind.
He follows just moments later, his strong body shuddering beneath mine as he spills himself deep within me.
With our chests heaving and hearts pounding against each other, we cling to one another as the waves continue to batter us gently, a testament to the storm that just passed between us.
"Roman, I …" I start, unable to find the words to express the cataclysm of emotions raging within me.
He presses his lips against my forehead. "Shh, baby, I know," he murmurs, his voice filled with a tenderness I've never heard before. "I know."
In that moment, I realize that we're both drowning, not in the sea but in each other. We're lost, shipwrecked on the shores of something I don't even have words to describe. It's deep and profound…and little by little, despite every damn excuse I've thrown out, he's still managed to brand every fucking inch of my soul with his touch.
He was right. This isn't a two-week stand. I'm falling in love with him.
Please, I pray. Please let me keep him.
"Don't break me," I plead when I come back to myself.
He rests his head against my stomach, his lips against my skin. He's holding me tightly to him, murmuring soothing noises at me.
I can't fight him anymore. I don't want to fight him anymore. But I'm terrified he's going to break me in ways Damien couldn't. He has the power to do it. I think he's always had that power, and maybe that's why I was really with Damien. Because I knew I'd give every little piece of myself to Roman, given half a chance. For his sake. For my sake. For Tahani's sake…I couldn't let that happen.
It's too late to take it back now, though. He has me.
He presses a soft kiss to my stomach and then hauls me up into his arms. His lips brush tenderly across my forehead. I wrap my arms around him, clinging.
"Promise," he breathes against my skin.
He carries me back to the condo, neither of us speaking as I curl up in his arms. His steps are heavy as he climbs the stairs onto the back deck. Instead of taking me inside, he sinks down into a chaise with me, holding me tightly. I relax against him, tucking my head under his chin.
We both stare out into the ocean, watching as the waves crash against the shore. His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes, lulling me to the edge of something massive. Something terrifying.
"I want this," he murmurs, the words causing pieces of my hair to waft around my face. His voice is quiet and thoughtful. Sincerity rings in his tone. "I don't know what it is, but I want it, Mila." He lifts me up, adjusting me until I'm facing him. He tilts his face down until his gaze meets mine. "I'm not him, baby. I'm not going to break you."
"I…" I open my mouth and then close it again, studying him this time. Trying to figure him out. I know he isn't Damien. That's what scares me. But I think not surrendering to this thing with him scares me even more.
When I'm old and gray, I don't want to look back and regret anything. I don't want to have to wonder what could have been. I want to know that I lived and that I tried. I want to know that I took big risks, even when they scared me. And I want to know him. Even if it can't last. Even if it ends in disaster. I think I have to know. I have to stop trying to convince myself that this is just sex and let whatever is really happening between us take shape.