Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
I looked down at myself. There was almost nothing left of the innocent boy who’d gone to Vladivostok.. My shirt was soaked through, almost transparent, and we could see the muscle I’d built through years of fighting, the scars I’d gotten and every dark line of my tattoos. “That’s what happened in Vladivostok, Bronwyn. We went through hell, and we became what we needed to, to survive. But what we became were monsters.”
I let out a long, shaky breath. I’d never thought I’d tell another living soul. Reliving it had left me worn out and broken, but...now that it was out, there was a clean edge to the pain, like when a bullet is pulled out of you. Maybe now, it could start to heal. At the same time, another emotion rose, filling me like ice water.
I’d thought it was just the pain that had kept me from telling her. But I was afraid. Afraid to meet her eyes because what if that fear was back, the fear I’d seen the night I killed Spartak’s brother? What if she told me to stay away from me! I was afraid of losing her.
I slowly lifted my eyes to look at her.
Her eyes were swimming with tears, but it wasn’t fear and disgust in her face...it was love and acceptance.
And some part of me that I didn’t think could ever feel complete again was suddenly whole.
We both dived forward and slammed together, water flying from her soaking body, arms locking around each other’s backs. “I love you,” I told her. “I love you, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she told me firmly. “And I’m proud to be your wife.”
We crushed together even more tightly, but the wall of the tub was still between our lower bodies, and I needed to feel her against me completely, now. So, I pulled her right out of the bath, naked and slippery as a mermaid, and fell back full-length on the floor with her on top of me.
I ran my hands up and down her warm, wet back. Her damp hair fell around my face, and I inhaled her scent. Then I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her lips down to mine.
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BRONWYN
I moaned as he tugged my head down and crushed his lips to mine. I wanted him to be rough, wanted to feel every inch of my softness brutally mashed against that hard body: whatever would give my beautiful monster comfort. My chest was aching for him. Even though he was so much bigger than me, I felt protective, determined that no one was even going to cause him that sort of pain again.
I’d meant what I said. I knew everything now, there were no more secrets and nothing holding us apart. And I was proud to be his wife.
We kissed deep and hard, the roll of his lips and the darting of his tongue sending me tumbling down into a hot blackness so exquisite I didn’t want to come up to breathe.
I shifted position and my wet breasts rolled against his chest, making him groan. Between us, the layers of his suit and shirt were soaked through and I could feel the hard ridges of his abs stroking my stomach. Lower down, his cock was hardening, the shaft rising, the sopping fabric of his pants clinging to it as it pressed against my naked pussy.
The mood changed.
His big hands slid further down my back and grabbed my glistening ass, squeezing the cheeks and grinding me more firmly against his cock. My thighs slid either side of his legs and I felt my pussy lips open just a little, letting me feel the heat and slick wetness inside. I broke the kiss for a second to pant. He took my lower lip between his teeth, and I lost the capacity to think.
His hands went to my shoulders, then slid down the entire length of me to my ass, his strong fingers molding me to him. My wet skin was cooling, and I knew I should be getting cold. But I was lying on the world’s best heated bed, a deliciously contoured maleness that throbbed warmth up into me. And every time my back started to get cold, his big hands would slide all the way down it again, soaking heat into my skin and then squeezing my ass and sending a deeper heat trembling inwards to my core.
But he must have been worried about me because he suddenly scrambled up, lifting me with him, and set me down on my feet. Then he grabbed one of the thick white bathrobes that hung on the back of the bathroom door and pulled it onto me, dressing me like a doll. It was sized for a man, so it hung down over my hands and reached down past my knees. He pulled it closed around me, then picked me up and carried me in his arms to the bed.