Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Again, I slide back, then slam down on him, faster this time. He cries out in pleasure, his hands moving to my hips to keep me steady. I know he’ll always be there to keep me steady. He’ll always help to guide me in the right direction.
He pulls my hips up, then I slowly roll back down onto him.
“I love you,” he hisses this time, and I can’t help the way my hips roll over him.
“I love you too,” I whisper back, and he growls in frustration.
Slow and steady is just not our usual, but tonight, we make it last. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, and my breasts. His hands push and pull and massage, lighting up every inch of me. In return, I slowly run my hands over his chest, raking my fingernails down his skin.
I kiss up and down his neck, his chin, and the spot behind his ear that I know he likes. He moans wildly in my ear as I suck on his earlobe, and I can’t help the thrill it sends through me. I know he feels the way I tighten around him because he lets go, releasing his seed inside of me.
His fingers move to my entrance, knowing I haven’t found my release yet. He kisses me hard as his fingers glide over my nub, massaging the spot until I cry out and fall on top of him.
This is the part where he usually gets up and leaves, but I’m in his bed now, and I’m on top of him. He isn’t going anywhere, and neither am I.
I climb off of him, though, and move to his side. His arms encircle my waist, and he holds me tightly, whispering sweet nothings in my ear and running his fingers up and down my back. I breathe slowly against him, feeling myself fall into the delicate embrace of sleep. I don’t want to miss a second, but I feel confident in the fact that he isn’t going anywhere.
For the first time since he came into my life, we sleep together. He continues drawing patterns on my back and tells me over and over again how much he loves me. I feel his chest rise and fall and listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It’s a blissful experience I never imagined I’d feel.
Sex with Johnny is good. It’s out-of-this-world, blow-my-mind good. But this moment, the sweetness and tenderness in the way he holds me and touches me is unlike anything else. It’s a sweet moment that neither of us can pull ourselves away from. And why would we? This is the oasis we started building together on my wedding day. No one will chase us away from it.
We get to live in this place, and we’ll get to come back to it whenever we choose. That’s the beauty of love. It’s always right where you left it. You don’t have to chase true love, it’s a safe space you build and know that no one is going to tear it down. It’s the first time in my life that I’ve ever felt assured that someone’s love wouldn’t disappear.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ivan
She falls asleep sweetly against me, and I can’t stop watching her. I’m obsessed with the way her chest rises and falls against me. I’ve waited for this for all these weeks, and it’s even better than I’d hoped. Unfortunately, I can’t let myself enjoy it for as long as I’d like to. Today got way out of line, and I need to make sure that nothing like it ever happens again.
I carefully move my arm so she doesn’t wake up and slowly get out of bed, walking quietly to my door. I slip out of the room, closing the door gently behind me. I can’t truly enjoy our bliss until I know no one will ever take it away from us.
I quietly tiptoe my way through the penthouse until I reach my study. I close the door and move to my phone, hesitantly dialing the number. This conversation can go very well or very badly. Either way, it has to be done.
“Hello?” the man answers gruffly.
I look at the time. It’s only nine, but I don’t doubt he was already in bed. Kat told me he has an entire nightly routine that involves a full nine hours of sleep. The vain fool.
“Your daughter was attacked tonight,” I tell him coldly. “By the man you’d chosen to be her husband, by the way.”
I hear Dimitri sit up, and I’m surer that I woke him up from near slumber. Lazy piece of shit. His vanity will be the death of him.
“Katrina?” he asks with an edge of panic. It’s about time he gives a damn about his daughter. “What happened? How is she?”
“You don’t get to ask that anymore,” I tell him. “You’ve spent her whole life making decisions for her without considering the consequences. This is the consequence, Dimitri. Your daughter was hurt and you don’t get to know how she is.”