Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
His words had my heart racing, and I didn’t want to think too hard on what he meant by those words, but they sounded… final. Like I was his, only his, and there was nothing that would change that. He made me feel that way with only a handful of words.
“I just wanted to tell you so things are an open book between us. I don’t want my virginity to be this weirdness between us. I just want you to know that this is… special for me.”
The smile that touched his lips had my breath leaving me momentarily.
“This is special for me, too.” He kissed me again and again, and I felt that passion start to build once more. “It’s been years since I allowed myself to feel anything for anyone, to be with anyone, Flora.” He stared intently into my eyes, as if he really wanted me to understand what he was saying. “Do you know what I mean, what I’m trying to say?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “Yes.” He’d been celibate for years. God, the air left me.
“I’ve never in my life felt this way for another person.”
“And I want you.” I was the one to kiss him now. “I want you to be my first—”
“I’ll be your one and only.”
I gasped at his words, but the sound left me when he slammed his mouth on mine again and kissed me so erotically, so thoroughly, I was left clutching him for support.
His hands still cupped my cheeks, his palms big, his skin warm.
“I want to make sure this is gentle for you… perfect,” he said against my lips.
“Malkolm,” I mewled on a soft cry. “I just want you.”
I wanted whatever Malkolm had to give me, no matter how fast, how hard… how life-changing it was.
“Malkolm,” I groaned, but didn’t know why I was saying his name again, didn’t know what I was asking him. “Give it to me sweet and gentle. Give it to me hard and fast. I don’t care which. Just give it to me.”
“Sweet Jesus, baby,” Malkolm said, and I realized I said that out loud. But I wasn’t ashamed about it, and I wasn't embarrassed. I wanted him to know what he did to me. “I could come just from hearing you say those words, just by knowing how much you want me too.”
He pulled back, and I forced my eyes open, forced myself to meet his stare head-on. A dark look of possession and arousal covered his face as he watched me.
“I’ve never felt this way, never even thought it was possible to.”
He hummed and leaned in to kiss me, to nip at my bottom lip before he pulled back again. While still holding his gaze with mine, he slid his hand over my side, up my ribcage, and covered my breast. A moan spilled from me at how good that felt, how electrified my skin was when he touched me.
God, I dreamed about this moment, fantasized about being touched this way… loved this way, where I felt like I was the sole center of someone's world. And that's how Malkolm made me feel.
He applied pressure to my breast, and I let my head fall back slightly on my neck, my eyes sliding shut, my lips parting as I breathed out a moan. My skin felt so sensitive that my breasts felt heavy, my nipples tingling, almost painful.
“You like this, Flora?” The way he said my name was so gruff, so masculine, that I moaned again. I couldn't help it.
“Yes.” That word was nothing but a breath of air from my lips, but I knew he heard it regardless, because he groaned harshly.
“God, I’ve never felt anything as good as you.” It felt like he said that to himself, like he meant it as this little secret that was now out in the open. “And I’m too selfish to ever let you go, because I need to feel this all the time with you. Only you.” And then he was sucking at the base of my throat, the feel of the scruff that covered his cheeks and chin moving along my flesh, abrading it… turning me on until I was mindless with arousal.
Oh God. I could come from just this.
“God, baby,” he groaned, running his tongue up and down my throat, sucking at that little indentation at the base of my neck, then moving and gently nipping at my collarbones.
Curling my hands around his muscular shoulders, I dug my nails into his tattooed flesh, pulling him closer. I need him closer. I need to crawl inside him and live there, because nothing has ever felt so good.
I’d been waiting for this moment my entire life and hadn’t known I’d been waiting for him to give it to me.
7
Malkolm
I was drowning in her, lost in the sensations I’d never felt before. They were emotions and feelings I’d never experienced before, ones Flora brought out in me. I was drunk, hungry, thirsty, and addicted to all that she was.