Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
My leg hooked around his hips, and I pushed against him, then rolled him under me.
His hands drifted over me almost reverently, memorizing every curve.
My lips left his, kissing down his jaw, then his neck, down his chest, his stomach.
Wells’s breath was shallow and ragged, his muscles tensing under my lips as I kept moving down.
His hands reached out, gathering my hair, and moving it out of the way, so he could watch as my lips closed around the head of his cock.
His lips bucked up as my tongue traced over him. A little shiver coursed through him as I moved down his length, sucking him deep.
His hips rocked restlessly up into my mouth as I worked him. His groans and gasps spurred me on.
I had no intention of stopping.
But then his hands were pulling until his cock slipped from my mouth, until he had me over him again, his lips locking mine.
His hand moved to the nightstand, grabbing a condom, and then reaching between us to slide it on.
“Take me in,” he demanded, voice rough.
I did, sighing as he filled me.
I sat back, looking down at him, seeing the same sort of wonder-filled rightness in his eyes as I felt in my heart, in my soul.
Eyes at half-mast, Wells’s hips rocked gently up into me, coaxing me to move, to ride him.
Slow at first, but faster as the need grew.
“Wells…” I moaned, feeling his hand find mine, fingers squeezing just as the orgasm crashed through my system.
I fell forward into his chest, crying out my release into his neck.
When I came down, though, I found him still hard inside of me.
Hooking an arm around me, he rolled me onto my back, and started to thrust.
Slow and deep at first, then harder and faster as my whimpers became moans, as he drove me up once again.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned into my ear as my legs wrapped around him, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.
My moans rose, filling the room as he drove me right through an orgasm that seemed to overtake me completely.
“Fuck,” Wells groaned. “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he hissed in my ear, pounding into me until his body tensed as he came with me.
His familiar weight pressed down on me, and I wrapped him up with my arms and legs, holding him to me as our hearts and breathing slowed again.
Wells rolled onto his side, but I wouldn’t release him, so I rolled with him, my face nestled in his neck.
“Hey, Wells?” I called some time later, stuck somewhere in that space between sleep and wakefulness, a space where my guards were down, and my heart was open.
“Yeah?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“I know it’s too soon,” I said, snuggling in tighter, feeling his warmth envelop me. “But I think I love you.”
His hand paused in its path down my spine.
“Think?” he asked, voice soft.
“No, not think,” I conceded. “I do. I love you,” I told him.
“That’s convenient. I love you too,” he said.
I was pretty sure I would never get sick of that warm feeling that spread through my chest at the sound of those words from his lips.
Luckily for me, I would get to spend the rest of my life putting that theory to the test.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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Crime Time with Poppy
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Hello, my beautiful, creepy people.
I come to you with an unscheduled update.
The Silent Sadist has been arrested after kidnapping his most recent victim, Mari Yates.
Knowing what we know, we can only assume he wanted to finish the job he’d started before she so bravely fought him off and sent him running.
News is still pouring in from many different sources, and this story will continue to develop, but from what I am being told, Mari was abducted from her own driveway after returning from work.
Her absence was, luckily, almost immediately known, and the NBPD quickly rushed into action, finding out that The Silent Sadist had been short-term renting right next door to Mari’s house.
I know. Horrifying.
We can assume this might have been his M.O. with both Madison Silvo and Ashley Moore.
Mari was taken to a secondary location. I don’t have details on whether this was the perpetrator’s home, or another rental.
There, the reports are that Mari fought tooth and nail for her life.
Enough that The Silent Sadist is currently undergoing treatment at the local hospital.
My sources say Mari herself did not need to receive medical treatment.
And I think I can speak for all of us when I say Good for you, girl.
Now, we have to talk about her attacker.
I’m not going to call him by his media name anymore.
He doesn’t deserve to have his reputation sensationalized.
Mari, Madison, and Ashley’s attacker’s name is Brandon Honer.
He is a Navesink Bank native, though I can speak for all of us when I say, we don’t claim him.