Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
My eyes close as his weight settles over me, and there are just no words, absolutely no words to describe when Ronan finally enters my body, and his length swells against my inner walls.
Amber eyes capture mine as Ronan pushes forward inch by torturous inch.
It touches me how he's doing his best not to hurt me, but I want more. I want everything.
"I'm not going to break," I whisper lifting my hips to take him deeper. "You of all people know—"
"Acacia—" He tries to slow me down, his control visibly fraying.
"Fuck me hard, please, Ro—"
I don't get to finish speaking.
His control snaps, and he's doing exactly as I asked. His thrusts become deeper, harder, hitting places inside me that make me see stars. One of his hands supports my lower back while the other finds its way between us, his thumb circling my most sensitive spot with each powerful thrust.
"You feel so good," he grates out, his rhythm becoming more urgent. "So tight, so fucking perfect..."
I'm still beyond words, beyond thought.
There's only sensation—the thick, hot fullness of him inside me, the delicious friction, the building pressure that threatens to consume me whole.
When my release comes, it's with an intensity I've never experienced before. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me gasping and trembling beneath him. He follows moments later, his big, hard body tensing as he finds his own completion with a guttural growl
We come together for the first time, and it's nothing like I imagined...and everything that terrifies me.
As soon as I sense his arms loosen, I pull away and start dressing myself in a hurry.
"Acacia?"
"I'm, um, grateful," I mumble without looking his way, "for the, er, um, service rendered—-"
Oh sheep, what am I saying?
"And I intend to pay you back, I promise."
Sheep, sheep, sheep.
I dash out of the clinic, dreading that he'd stop me from leaving, but hoping that he would as well.
Hormones, I desperately tell myself yet again. Hormones are always to blame!
I fight back tears as I call for another cab, and it's on the drive back to the bookshop that my phone suddenly vibrates.
Ronan: When do you intend to pay me back?
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Why is this man so patient with me? Why?
My mind blanks out as I stare down at his message, and I find myself typing without thinking.
It's a surprise.
Chapter Eight
DEAREST CAY,
I hope this letter finds you well and adjusting to Hartland life! I know you must be freezing your adorable tush off up there in Wyoming. It's 78 degrees here in Miami today—perfect beach weather, which makes me think of our spring break trips. Remember when we built that ridiculous sand castle that kept collapsing? Meanwhile, I checked the forecast for Hartland and nearly had a heart attack when I saw it was -12 this morning.
MINUS TWELVE, CAY! How are you even surviving?
I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write back. Ellana caught a cold that turned our household upside down for a week (toddler snot is EVERYWHERE), and then Raj had a diplomatic thing I had to attend. Which brings me to the part of this letter I've been dreading to write...
I saw your parents at an Afxisi event. Raj and I were seated with Helios and the others, but we bumped into them on the red carpet. We said hi, of course. I was hoping they'd ask about you. I even mentioned something about Dr. Yay. But they were just their usual poker-faced selves. I'm sorry, Cay. Let's just keep praying.
I wish I had better news about Claude to balance things, but it's all just the same, sadly. Well, except for the part about these rumors of Claude being disinherited. No idea if any of it is true.
Oh, wait, there is some good news. Or sort of. Joan, Claude's grandmother, was also at the same party. She asked about you! It was easy to tell that she missed you a lot.
We all do, really.
But...I can't say I'm sorry that you're there. And I don't think you are either even if being away from everyone makes you sad. Raj, Ellana, and I hope to visit you and the baby soon. We might not be by your side right now, but God is with you, and He loves you so much. He sees your pain, Cay. He knows what you had to sacrifice to do what's right, and He's so proud of you for finding the courage to see it through. We're all proud of you. We love and miss you lots!
XOXO
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P.S. Have you found out what your baby's gender is?
Tears blur my vision, but unlike the sobs that used to rack my body for hours, they run down slowly and softly on my cheeks. Being reminded of my old life still hurts, but not as much as before. I used to think time could heal all wounds, but ever since leaving Miami and learning how to live on my own and for someone else...