Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I don’t want you to have to fight. Let me worry about that.” He kissed her forehead, then her lips.
“Roman, the thing about me is, I need for things to make sense before I make major decisions. I need to see somethin’ in action—the bits and pieces of it, the workin’ inner parts. Leaving you doesn’t make sense. Not even knowin’ this about the volatile relationship between you and your grandfather, and what you did years before you even met me, at that casino, changes nothing. You were a different person then. You know it was wrong; I don’t have to tell you that. You also know that you’ll need to do whatever is necessary to keep your integrity, and yourself safe from harm regarding this entire situation.
“It’s a mess. I ain’t gonna lie. It does make me feel uneasy, but I also know that I love you deeply.” Her breaths were shallow, fast. “I know that you love me, and we’ve got something special.” A tear trailed her cheek, but she smiled through it. “I also know that I refuse to allow someone to easily scare me off. We’re a blessing to one another. I’ve waited so long to meet someone like you, and just when I was resigned to being single forever, you came into my life. Neither of us were looking for love, but we found it. You can do the fighting, but I’m one step behind you. Boxing gloves on.” She reached for him, wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed.
They sat together on the couch, huddled in an embrace. A tight knot in his throat begged for release. He groaned into her hair as he squeezed her to him, then ushered her down onto the ground, not far from the flickering flames of the fireplace. Her declarations still hung in the air between them, fresh, real and raw. She reached out, her fingertips sweeping the sharpness of his jaw, drawing his eyes to hers.
“You don’t have to deal with this all by yourself,” she murmured, her voice soft but steady. His gaze searched hers for something—allegiance to him, forgiveness for what pain she may experience on account of loving him, maybe both.
“Genesis, if I lose you because of him, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m going to make this right. I promise.”
“You won’t lose me, and I know that you will. I’m here. Today and tomorrow,” she promised as he lay on top of her.
Her skimpy underwear and his pajama pants rubbed against one another as he found his place between her thick, warm thighs. Their breaths combined, shallow and imbalanced, the space amongst them electric with something unspoken yet undeniable. She kissed him with a soft, feathery touch of her lips. He exhaled, releasing all the worries he’d carried for far too long. Cupping the back of her head, feeling her soft tresses, he deepened the kiss with a craving that screamed of releasing desolation and claiming liberation. The world outside of the one they’d built together faded away. She removed her garments, and he did the same, their mouths practically glued together as they frantically disrobed.
The peril of the situation that loomed ahead, the fear that he knew without her admission clung to her heart—they were concealed by the heat of his body against hers, the way his hands roamed her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. He traced his lips down her cheek and chin, unhurried and measured, kindling a tremble that flowed through him as he touched her skin. She clung to him, fingers twisting in his hair.
“I need you, Genesis. You have no idea how in love I am with you, and how much I need your body right now,” he stated, his voice husky but edged with tenderness.
She guided his hands to her breasts, her gaze never leaving his.
“And I’m here, all yours.”
The passion between them swelled, their carnal travels and desires both vital and dawdling, a tango of combined vulnerability and need.
He squeezed her breasts as he lavished them with abundant kisses and flicks of his tongue. Glossy from his hunger for her, her nipple invited him to suck. His erection grew each time he dared to taste her sweet flesh. He voyaged down her silky body, then paused to look into her eyes as he needily shoved her legs apart. His tongue braced between the glossy lips of her garden as he shepherded her clit out of hiding. She moaned and arched into his temple as he licked and sucked her life away.
Every touch of skin, every sigh of ecstasy, every whispered dirty word was a vow—a way of declaring this striking instant of mutual comfort during pure pandemonium. When she reached her orgasm and released her liquid pleasure along his tongue, he was gratified. They lay entangled, their gasps and pants slowing down in harmony. Locked eyes, nursing an intense need to die and be born again within her, he entered her with a sharp jab. She screamed his name and broke the skin of his bare back with her nails, shaking beneath him as his demanding thrusts became more ruthless by the second.