Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I know you’ve had a hard time of it so far, but I promise you that from now on your life will only get better. It’s you and me against the world baby. I won’t ever let anything hurt you again. Look at me.”
My heart twisted in my chest at the look of uncertainty and doubt I saw lingering in her eyes. I knew that it wasn’t me she doubted, but life in general.
She’d lost so much already in her young life that she was afraid to hope in anything again. Because I’d paid attention in the time we’ve been together I knew this about her. I knew how entrenched her fear of being abandoned truly was.
She truly believes that if she finds happiness of any kind something would go wrong and steal her joy. It’s been her experience so far and I had nothing to fight against it with except what I knew was in my heart for her.
It took the better part of the night but I was finally able to talk her around. And once I got her mind settled, it wasn’t long before I was keeping her distracted with wedding plans. I wasn’t about to take any chances.
It had taken me three months to get my ring on her finger, so once I jumped that hurdle I hustled her little ass to the chapel before she opened her eyes and realized she could do better.
By the time she met me down the aisle she still didn’t know what had hit her. Each day leading up to our nuptials had been filled with plans and enough running around to keep her too busy to give into fear.
And on our wedding night, when I finally took her to my bed, the barrier deep inside her had confirmed my suspicions. The mouthy girl, who was in turns both brave and vulnerable, had indeed been an innocent.
Seeing her virgin blood on my cock that first time turned me into something I never thought I could ever be. A pussy whipped lunatic. I don’t know what it is about the right woman. But sure as fuck there’s some truth to the myth.
Not only did I become addicted to her, everything about her. Her scent, her smile, her touch. But my possessiveness grew tenfold and in my heart and soul I saw her as mine. Utterly and completely owned.
Nothing and no one would ever take her from me. No one would ever share her sweetness. She would never share what we had with anyone else in this lifetime. I claimed it all that night.
I whispered sweet reassuring words in her ear as I rode her gently that first time. Words of love and commitment that brought tears to her eyes as I promised never to let go of her hand.
I kissed away the tears that fell as I cautioned myself to go slow. She’d made me wait so long that the need was like a blazing fire that burned out of control. But knowing that I would have her for the rest of my life helped keep me and my dick in check, though barely.
That night was the beginning of the most beautiful love affair. As close as we were before we grew even more so in the following days. Forming a bond that I was sure would never be broken.
I watched her flourish and blossom, coming more and more out of her shell each day and was beyond pleased that my love could do that to her. It was like watching the sun escape a darkening cloud.
I did everything I could to erase her past and give her a brighter future. And after a year of marriage when she told me she wanted to have my child. Waiting until I was buried deep inside her to whisper the words in my ear, my world was complete.
And then disaster struck! Just when our lives were changing for the better, when we were finally about to take that step that all men and women who love each other look forward to, someone had snatched her away from me.
Now I watched as she familiarized herself with our home once again. Picking up little things here and there before moving onto the next.
Every once in a while she’d stop and look back to make sure I was still there. It was heartbreaking to watch. To see her even more reticent than she had been when we first met. I missed my girl’s fiery spark that once lit up these very rooms.
And once again I felt the pain and the guilt of not having taken better care of her. “Come here baby. I need a hug.” The look in her eyes when she turned to me tore another little piece from my heart.
It was clear that she remembered me saying those very words to her more than once in the past. And when she rushed into my arms I held her close, so close that I felt the beat of her heart against my chest.