Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
“Not at all,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver down my back. He stepped closer and between my legs. He cupped my cheek and tilted my face up for a kiss. Soon a simple kiss became so much more and it felt as I might burst into flames soon.
His hands roamed my body, my hips, thighs, my back, but never where I wanted him. I arched toward him, wanting more. Amo growled against my lips and slid his palm along my inner thigh until his fingers teased the edge of my panties.
I wrapped my legs around Amo’s waist and he lifted me off the fence, his lips finding mine for a searing kiss. His fingers stroked along my ass then between my thighs from behind. When he reached my tender flesh, I moaned, eager for more of his touch. I clung to him, my kisses becoming uncoordinated as his fingertips teased me from behind. Soon his finger slipped in and out of me again while he held me up. It felt incredibly intense like this with our bodies flushed and my weight bearing down on his finger.
There was still a slight discomfort but my arousal overshadowed it. I began to rotate my hips in a gentle up and down motion as our kiss became deeper, more sensual. My grip on Amo’s shoulders tightened as my walls began to spasm. I rocked harder, rubbing my clit against his abs as his finger moved slowly but deep inside of me. It felt as if a knot was tightening in my core, ready to snap. I cried into his mouth as my orgasm shot through me, a wild foreign sound coming from my lips. The knot burst, sending a wave of lust through my entire body.
I sagged against him as the most violent waves of my release had passed and basked in the gentler prickling between my thighs. I’d known passion could manifest loudly, had on my occasional wanderings through the mansion overheard my parents or other family members having sex, but experiencing the sensation was something utterly intoxicating.
I still longed for more. Maybe I still felt like this might end any second, it still felt too surreal to be true. I wanted to feel more, experience more. I wanted to experience everything with Amo, was terrified that it might not happen because someone would discover our secret and rip us apart forever.
“Amo.” I kissed his neck, then cheek as he carried me toward the house. My grip on his shoulders tightened further and my belly coiled with anxiety. “I want you to make me yours. I want to sleep with you.”
My pulse raced in my veins, and I felt a little nauseous with nerves. I knew I wasn’t ready for this step yet, but I’d rather do this now, before I was ready, than not at all. I wanted this with Amo. Only Amo.
Amo’s body became very tight, his fingers digging into my waist as he froze on the porch. Apart from that he didn’t react in any way. Finally, he pulled away and I leaned back too so I could see his face as I clung to his waist.
“Are you scared this is our last encounter?”
I was scared. Our life was based on so many frail lies, it was only a matter of time when they would come crashing down on us. What if we never got to say goodbye? Or would we figure out a way to reunite, no matter the cost?
“I don’t know.”
Amo swallowed, his finger brushing over my cheekbone as he carried me into the living room and sank down on the sofa with me on his lap. “We’ll see each other again, I swear, and we’ll enjoy each other every time, but I swore myself one thing, I won’t sleep with you.”
“Why?” I knew he wanted it. I knew he was holding back.
“Because you deserve to have your virginity taken on your wedding night and not like this.”
“That’s an old-fashioned, archaic view.”
“And I’m an archaic man when it comes to you.”
“But then you’ll never take my virginity.”
He cupped my cheeks, staring deeply into my eyes. “Eventually this boundary will fall too, as all my good intentions have toppled over, but let me try to be honorable with you for as long as I can.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to be honorable. It’s my choice.”
“You deserve so much better. You deserve to be worshipped like a queen.”
“Don’t you worship me?”
“You are a queen in my eyes. My shadow queen.”
“I’m gladly your shadow queen. I don’t need the light.”
“But you deserve it.”
“Make love to me.”
Silence settled around us. To make love you had to love. We’d never admitted our love for each other. Maybe because it would have been like salt in an open wound.
“Greta, I swore I’d not do this. I already went too far, farther than I promised myself.”