Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
But it feels good. That’s the problem: it feels so damn good.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, a hand on my thigh, but not coming closer. He kisses my throat lightly. “Close your eyes. Take deep breaths.”
“I don’t know why you’re comforting me all of a sudden.” But I do as he says, eyes shut, breathing deep and steady. “This was supposed to be about your flaws, not my anxiety.”
“It can be about both. Honestly, it feels good to be wanted.”
“It really does.”
I put my hand on top of his arm. I snuggle tighter, feeling his weight and his warmth, his mouth and his body. I want more—a voice in my head screams at me to take this further—but this comfort feels so much more intimate than sex ever could. Fucking is one thing, but lying here in the dark after admitting to our deepest faults feels like something bigger.
I feel myself drifting. The weight of sleep grows heavy. Evander’s breathing steadies as a deep calm falls over the room.
His voice comes, almost from a distance, husky with exhaustion.
“Gareth solved our problem,” he says, so softly I almost think I’m dreaming. “He found a judge. He bribed him.”
“What does that mean?” I mumble, shifting closer to breathe him in.
“You’re my wife now, asteraki mu. You’re my wife for real.”
Chapter 48
Camille
I open my eyes as sunlight streams in through the window and roll onto my side, expecting an empty bed. It’s always empty when Evander comes to sleep with me.
Instead, there he is. Awake, staring at the ceiling like an absolute creep, but still here.
“Hey,” I say and clear my throat. “Been awake long?”
He shakes his head. “Just got up.”
“Really?” I check the clock. “It’s eight in the morning.”
“I know, I slept in.”
I sigh, trying not to smile. “Eight isn’t sleeping in.”
“It is for me.” He rolls his head toward me, staring into my eyes. “You snore. Did you know that?”
“Oh my god,” I say and close my eyes. “I was happy you hadn’t snuck away for once but now I’m wondering—”
He reaches out and rolls toward me. I yelp in surprise as he pulls my wrist and drags me over to his side of the bed like a caveman claiming his rights. I shimmy against him, surprised and shocked by the warmth of his chest, by the sudden quickening of his heart. I’m in a tank top and a pair of old boy short underwear, and his hands grip my ass cheeks roughly.
“I’m sorry, asteraki mu, what I meant to say was I’ve been lying here thinking about your lips against mine for the last ten minutes.”
Based on his hard cock pressed between my legs, I believe him. “You should’ve woken me up.”
“I’m selfish, but I’m not a monster.”
“Debatable.”
His hand grips my hair. “If you think I’m so bad, I can let you go.”
“And ruin the fun? I’m not a monster either.”
His mouth buries mine. I gasp into his kiss and grind myself down against him, heart racing. I tumble into his taste, into his strong arms, his broad chest. Evander’s a beast, a massive bear of a human, and it’s like he swallows me whole whenever he embraces me.
I love it. I go crazy whenever his body crushes mine, swallows me like he’s wrapping me up and owning me. He dwarfs me like a moon.
“If I knew you’d get wet the moment I touched you, I’d stay in bed every morning,” he whispers as his fingers slip down between my legs.
I bite down on his shoulder and he grunts in response. “Don’t be a bastard. Just because—ah, fuck—just because I have physical reactions to stimuli—”
“You have physical reactions to me, asteraki mu.” He pulls my hair as he sinks his fingers inside my pussy. He’s right, I am dripping wet, and god, it’s because of him. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”
“Same goes to you.” I roll my hips as he teases my clit. I’m blinking rapidly, head about to explode with pleasure. “You think I don’t see you looking at my ass?”
“And your tits. And your lips.”
“What are you thinking? When you look at me?”
He rolls over and pins me down. His hand remains between my legs as the other presses two fingers into my mouth. I blink and moan, but he’s fucking me with his right hand, and I’m sucking on his left fingers, grinding my hips, brain about to explain.
“I think how lucky I am that I get to stare at you. And how badly I want to rip off that little tank top so I can lick your nipples, suck them nice and hard, listen to you moan. I think about taking you all the time, asteraki mu. I think about grabbing your hair and watching you take my cock into your throat. I think about calling you a dirty girl, a filthy fucking girl, as your spit rolls down my shaft. I think about making you come so hard your skin turns that perfect shade of pink. I think about riding you from behind, fucking you deep and slow and rough, making your tits shake and your ass buck against my cock, until you scream my name.”