Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Deeper,” she begged, arching her back and dropping to her elbows.
I obeyed.
Running my nails down her spine, I grabbed her other hip and rode her.
Again and again.
Over and over.
And when she broke apart and came around me, I roared and let go.
For the first time in my life, I was utterly free. Completely mindless.
I took her, ruled her, and the explosion of my orgasm stole my breath, my soul, my heart, granting everything I was to her.
Forever.
* 47 *
Sailor
The Floor is the Best Nest
I WOKE TO PENG LICKING MY NOSE.
His soft meow was barely audible in the dusk-filled living room. I shifted to move, then froze. Everything ached. Inside and out. But it wasn’t the discomfort of moving that made me still but the fact that X was still here.
His arm slung over my side while he spooned me from behind, his fingers cupping my breast with a protective hold. His breathing came slow and steady, heavy with exhaustion and dreams.
Peng went to meow again.
“Shush,” I whispered, grabbing him and cuddling him close.
His annoyance turned into a purr. He snuggled against my neck and made biscuits in my hair.
He was probably hungry, but also looked a little concerned. The way he clung to me said he was highly suspicious of why his human companion was out cold on the floor, all while a masked naked man shared his body heat like some kind of primitive blanket.
I grinned and kissed his silky ginger fur.
Sleeping with X had been mind-blowing.
Doing something as reckless as being with him without protection made me feel naughty and sinful. Everything I’d done with him today had been completely out of character.
I would never do this with someone else.
I would never ask to be treated so roughly or be thrilled when he commanded me to serve him.
But it’d been the best experience of my life.
He’d changed me.
He’d changed me and awoken me and proved that I’d always been a sexual creature just waiting to find the perfect playmate. I’d never been so honest with what I wanted or shared what turned me on. I’d never been set on fire so badly or shivered with power as I made him come.
He’d covered me in flames with his every thrust, leaving me rising from the ashes as we lay in pieces on the floor.
My mind skated to Zander against my will.
Guilt ate away at my satisfaction.
The woman I’d become today would never fit into his world now. As sweet and as wonderful as he was, he probably made out with the lights off and asked permission for every touch.
And…I needed the opposite.
X hadn’t just gotten under my skin; he’d burrowed into my heart.
He’d made me feel both vulnerably small and femininely powerful. And I hated that he still thought there wasn’t a future for us when I had no intention of letting him go.
Look at what happened in the kitchen.
Look at the message Nana had left behind.
She approved of the hussy I’d become. She didn’t admonish my evolution and gave me her blessing.
Therefore, X wasn’t going anywhere.
I would lock him in this house, rip off his mask, and force him to confess everything.
I’d gotten to the point where I didn’t care what secrets he had.
If he had a criminal background, oh well.
If he secretly killed people, hopefully they deserved it.
If he turned out to be on the run or embezzled funds or hoarded any number of sins…I didn’t care.
Because I loved him.
And love could overcome everything.
* 48 *
Zander
Sneak of Shame
I WOKE TO THE WORST CHEST PAINS of my life. A daggering sort of loss that made me gasp for air. The nonsense dream I’d had dissipated the quicker I came back to reality, but the pain didn’t fade.
It only grew worse.
I still had her in my arms, yet…I’d dreamed of her finding out everything. Of all the affection she felt for me bleeding into absolute hate.
Shuddering, I did my best to snap out of it.
I have to go.
Evening had fallen, and the fairy lights strung up over the hexagon shelving on the newly painted wall clicked on as if on a timer.
I froze, waiting for her to wake.
However, she merely snuggled deeper into the cushions, her hips scooting back to steal more of my heat.
Just that one movement made me hard again.
It would be so easy to roll her onto her stomach and take her one last time. To slip inside and—
What’s stopping you?
She wouldn’t be opposed.
But…if I woke her, I lost my opportunity to sneak out of there. I’d have to make up yet more lies about where I was going and why I was never coming back.
Christ, why does this hurt so much?
Peng yawned and popped his little head up from where he lay in an orange ball on a cushion above Sailor’s head. He eyed me as he sniffed with bristling whiskers.