Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Yes, there’s that soft gasp I’ve been waiting for…” he continues softly. “My tongue delves into your mouth, running teasingly over your lower lip. Our tongues intertwine. Imagine my hands running over the soft skin of your tender breasts – a gentle squeeze. My thumb brushing over the aching buds of your nipples. I rub gently and then press hard. I tease your nipples between my fingers and your mouth with my tongue.”
An unconscious moan escapes my throat, a needy sound that sounds strange even to my ears.
“What do you feel, Melody?” Abram asks. His voice caresses my skin, fanning the strange hunger that is slowly ravaging my whole being.
“I...I feel hot all over,” I reply, running my tongue over my upper lip.
“And?” Abram urges.
I swallow softly.
“And an aching pressure,” I reply, feeling a self-conscious blush spreading across my cheeks.
“Where?” Abram asks.
“All over,” I reply. “Especially between my legs.”
“Do you want to make it go away?” Abram asks.
I nod jerkily. “Yes….”
“Touch yourself, Melody,” Abram says.
I’m helpless against the consuming lust that seizes my whole body and Abram’s husky voice.
“Where?” I ask, wondering if he can hear the thudding sound of my heart.
“Anywhere,” Abram replies.
I place a hand on my aching breast, squeezing gently. A soft gasp escapes my throat as an electrifying pleasure shoots up my entire nerves.
I run my other hand down my neck, along my collar bone, imagining Abram’s strong hands in the same spot. I press my legs together and throw my head back against the couch, mindless with an insistent need that I can’t describe.
“Perfect,” Abram says in a pleased tone. “I got the perfect picture.”
I open my eyes and catch the image of myself in the huge acrylic mirror on the wall to my left. I sit up with a soft gasp of surprise.
I can hardly recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror, her face pulled up in a frown of confusion that’s similar to what I feel.
This is me…?
My pupils are dilated, and my face is as red as an overripe tomato. There is a strange sensual air about the woman staring back at me that I can’t relate to.
What did I just do?
Just look at yourself.
Mother’s condescending voice infiltrates my muddled thoughts.
You have been a disappointment since birth.
A feeling akin to shame washes through me.
I wonder what my mother would say if she saw me like this.
She’d call me a whore.
“Melody?” Abram calls, redirecting my attention to the present. “Are you alright?”
I turn my gaze to him, I’m still a little dazed from the reflection of myself in the mirror.
His eyes bore into mine, stirring up the heat that began to cool off.
Some of the aching pressure in my chest eases as I stare into the deep calming pool of his beautiful turquoise eyes.
Just like in the days when all I had was the painting of him.
His eyes held no judgment but a deep understanding and something else that I can’t decipher.
Desire?
Could Abram want me the same way that I want him? Do I dare to hope?
“I’m sorry,” I say with a self-conscious laugh. “I look a mess, right?”
“You look beautiful, Melody,” Abram replies in a pretty convincing tone. “You’re just perfect.”
I almost laugh at the contradiction.
I wonder who to believe. My mother, who’s beaten down my self-confidence till there’s hardly anything left, or this gorgeous stranger, whose intentions I still can’t figure out.
I suddenly feel worn out and overwhelmed.
He’s made me feel too many things with him in such a short time.
I glance down at my bare wrist and back up at Abram. “Look how fast the time has gone,” I say with a forced laugh. “I should go now. I have to prepare for my classes.”
Abram nods quietly. “I guess I’ll keep working on this,” he says, gesturing to the canvas with his brush.
I stand slowly, self-consciously arranging and smoothing my hand over my dress as the thought of the things I did earlier flash in my head.
I must have looked like a sex-starved hobo.
I duck my head as a mortified blush creeps up my cheeks. I throw one last glance at Abram and walk out of the room.
I can feel the intensity of his gaze on me as I leave.
CHAPTER TEN
Melody
I lean back on the couch with a soft sigh, oddly comforted by the enveloping darkness of the living room.
I’ve never been so confused in my life.
Ever since I left home three years ago, I have lived diligently, determined never to be any of those things my mother said I’d be.
A failure…a disappointment.
At least for myself, I was determined to make something meaningful out of my life. I decided long ago to make the best of whatever crap life throws at me. But despite my resolution, I still live every day in unending misery and barely get through the nights.