Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
The moment his door swung shut, he pushed me up against it, his mouth hot and eager against my neck. The hand that wasn’t planted against the door next to my head trailed up my side, caressing my curves through my dress. Impatient and worked up, I grabbed his hand and pressed it up under my dress, knowing that he would quickly follow my lead.
Zephyr pressed his teeth into the junction between my neck and shoulder, drawing a pleased moan from me as he slipped his hand down the front of my panties.
My eyes closed as I tilted my head back, a heated haze filling me whole as Zephyr set to work. There was nothing more distracting than pure bliss.
CHAPTER 2
ZEPHYR
I basked in the warmth that spread over my entire body, revelling in the aftermath of pure pleasure. I never got tired of having Biba’s body underneath mine, her lips parting in sweet moans and her cheeks flushing with lively color. I could play that scene over and over again in my head. Truly, there was no one else like her.
Plenty of things drew me to her, outside of her captivating looks. She was smart and determined, but what captured me the most was her strength. She had gone through a lot throughout her life, being forced to venture this world nearly alone. This wasn’t a safe place, and it felt like there were more enemies around than friends.
I drifted my fingers through my hair, pushing the short strands back from my forehead as I listened to Biba shower in the ensuite bath. Things hadn’t been easy for her lately. She took a punch, stood back up, and then took another punch. She was resilient as hell, though. She always got back to her feet. I had to admire that about her.
It didn’t matter that she was a Quinn. She was her own person, harboring her own strength. She was still somewhat of a mystery, but no one could blame me for being endlessly curious about her. It wasn’t like I could shake her out of my mind, and I didn’t want to. I liked the thought of her lingering there, even if that complicated some things.
At least other things in my life weren’t as complicated as before, and I couldn’t help but feel pleased about some of the recent misfortunes in Biba’s life. First off, Theo was gone. I didn’t have to worry about him following Biba around like a pathetic little puppy dog. He always managed to get in my way somehow. Talk about a parasite.
I didn’t know where he went. Frankly, I couldn’t bring myself to care. As long as he stayed away, I was happy. I didn’t need the extra distraction because I had enough chaos to deal with without worrying about him stealing Biba away from me or turning her against me. She was in a vulnerable place right now, and I wanted to be the one by her side through this.
I was the one who could protect her. I was the one people didn’t dare mess with unless they were asking to be hurt. As sad as the situation was, it was helpful to me and the Kings that Amelia was gone too. She was too much of a wildcard, and I couldn’t risk her jeopardizing my plans with any of her secrets. I wasn’t about to tell Biba that, though.
She had suffered a huge loss when Amelia died, and it killed me inside to watch her crumble. I hadn’t seen her crushed like this before. It even made part of me wish that Amelia was still alive. For Biba, I would deal with Amelia and the threat that she posed to the Kings. However, that decision had already been made for me.
When the bathroom door swung open, a light wave of steam rolling out of the room, I sat up in bed, the sheets sliding down to my bare lower stomach. My eyes rested on Biba as she strode out of the bathroom in an oversized shirt that went down to mid-thigh, covering her hips. Her hair was still wet, resting against the front of her right shoulder.
“Feel better?” I asked her. Sex and hot showers were some of the best stress relievers, and I couldn’t think of anyone under more stress right now than her. Maybe me, but I kept my issues to myself. I wanted to fully trust her, but what if she said the wrong things to the wrong people? What if she exposed secrets to my enemies? It was honestly hard to fully trust anyone, no matter how much they meant to me.
Biba twisted her hair as she nodded, letting out a deep breath.
“Yeah, a little,” she said as she crawled into bed beside me.
That wasn’t very convincing. Not that I expected sex and a hot shower to solve all of her problems, but I had hoped that her spirits would be lifted at least a little bit. I didn’t like seeing her like this. She was on edge, seeming uncomfortable even in my bed.