Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I murmur, getting comfortable against his chest. “And as for all those little whore elves you’ve been screwing.”
Nick laughs. “Am I going to break your heart if I tell you there are no elves in the North Pole? That’s just some ridiculous myth the media made up, and the rest of the world ran with it. The workshop has thousands of helpers, who are human, by the way. And yes, on occasion, I’ve found myself having a little fun with a few of them. But not since having you.”
“Just been you and your hand then?”
“Your letters certainly helped with some visualization.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat, and I place my hand on his chest, feeling the thrum of his heart beneath. “I don’t want you to go,” I tell him, fearing what comes next.
“I know,” he says, reaching over to me and lifting me until I’m straddled over him. “It’s only a year before I see you again.”
“A year is a very long time.”
He nods, and I know he feels it just as much as I do.
“I wish things could always be like this.”
Tears form in my eyes, and he pulls me in closer, closing the gap between us as his lips come down on mine. He kisses me deeply, and just like before, I can’t help but feel as though it’s some kind of fucked-up goodbye. “If there were a way,” he says against my lips, letting his sentence fall flat.
“I know,” I whisper.
A single tear rolls down my cheek, and Nick quickly captures it before wiping it away. “We have now, Mila,” he tells me, seeming conflicted about something, but aren’t we both?
He’s right though. We have now, and I don’t want to waste it crying over missing him when he hasn’t even left yet. I should be making the most of it, and that’s exactly what I do when I crush my lips back to his. I kiss him deeper, this time being the one to take control as my tongue sweeps into his mouth.
He hardens beneath me, and I grind down against him, feeling myself getting wetter by the second. Only something tells me this one is going to be different. It’s not going to be the wild, animalistic fucking from out in the living room and against the wall. This one is just him and me with our hearts both on the line.
His lips move to my neck and I close my eyes, feeling the raw pleasure pulsing through my veins. “I’m not ready to miss you,” I tell him, feeling my eyes begin to fill with tears all over again.
“Then don’t miss me, Mila. Be happy knowing I will come back. Don’t grieve me leaving, anticipate my next arrival.”
His words make it sound so simple, but we both know it’s really not. He’s been right where I am. He knows how it feels to say goodbye knowing that you won’t see the other for another twelve months. And yet, all I can do is smile against his lips as he kisses me. “You’re so full of shit.”
Nick laughs, and I rise up onto my knees. His arm locks around my back, holding me to him, and as he takes his cock in his other hand, I slowly sink down onto him. I groan, feeling a slight ache from the already crazy night of sex, but I’m not about to give in now.
My list specifies that I need to ride him until he comes, and I’m not about to give up on that one. After all, making him come deep inside of me is my favorite thing to do.
I rock my hips and grind against him as our lips fuse together, each of us soaking in the moment, not willing to let this go just yet. Our bodies move in unison, both of us panting as he grips my hips, but he knows the rules for this one. He’s not allowed to take control. He can only lay back and take it until he falls apart.
I take him the way I like, clenching my walls around him and letting him feel just how desperately I want him as I rise and fall over his cock. Then grabbing the headboard, I lean into him, and when he captures my nipple in his mouth over my silk gown, I should have known better. Nick admitted that he’s a natural rule breaker. I should have seen this coming. Hell, I should be grateful he’s allowed me to maintain control, but I don’t doubt that soon enough, he’s going to take that control for himself.
Nick flicks his tongue over my nipple, and I feel the hot pulses right down to my core. I can’t help but arch into him, silently asking for more. He gives in, giving me exactly what I’ve asked for, and as he does it again, I let out a desperate moan. “Fuck, Nick. You’re everything I need.”