Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“Keep it going, doll,” he encourages. “Feel it all. Let it claim you.”
“Fuck.”
The overwhelming raw pleasure pulses through every inch of my body, electrifying my veins and burning me from the inside out, and when he releases my hip and reaches around, skimming his fingers over my sensitive clit, my world detonates all over again.
“Oh fuck. FUCK. FUCK!”
Everything trembles. Spasms. Convulses. I fucking gush for him.
It’s too much, but he guides me through, giving me more than I ever thought I was capable of, and as I come crashing back to Earth, gasping for air, he finally releases me, undoing the belt and allowing me to crumble against the mattress.
His hands return to my hips, his thumbs caressing my skin with gentle circles as we both take a second, and as my body begins to give out, Knight slowly eases out of me and fixes my thong back into place once again.
He puts himself back inside his pants as I hear the familiar thud of his belt hitting the ground, then not a moment later, he pulls my heels off, and I’m lifted off the mattress and pulled into the warmth of his strong arms.
“Come on, doll,” he murmurs, pulling back the blankets of his bed and climbing straight in with me curled up against his chest. “Rest now, because come morning, I plan to do that all over again.”
I make myself comfortable against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart, and damn it, I have never been so content in my life. He was right to have me move in here, just like he’s been right about everything else. Mostly. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a bossy asshole, but truth be told, I love that about him. I love his need to look out for me, to protect me, and give me exactly what he knows I need.
Fuck, I just love him.
“Shit,” I murmur. “Is it possible to die via orgasm? Because I’m not sure I can handle all that again.”
Knight laughs, his hand roaming up and down my back before stopping at the garter belt around my waist and swiftly unclipping it, knowing it won’t be comfortable to sleep in. “I’ve got no fucking idea, but death by orgasm sounds like a fucking great way to go.”
“In that case,” I say, lifting my chin and brushing my lips over his before adjusting myself until I’m straddled over him, his cock all but springing to life between my thighs. I reach down between us, fisting his cock and working him to the tip before adjusting myself over him and sliding down on top, filling myself to the brim. “We better test those limits and see just how far we can push them.”
43
HARPER-RAYN
Astupid smile pulls across my face as I stride out of the hospital morgue early on Tuesday morning. It’s been a little over three weeks since my unfortunate freak-out at work, and almost a month since that asshole janitor and his friends left me for dead in that alley.
I was cleared to return to work on Friday, and after just completing my first shift back, I feel like my normal self. I was nervous to walk in there and be triggered, but it was fine.
I jumped straight back into my work and was killing it. I’ve kept on top of my new meds and have been to every scheduled therapy session with Dr. Preston, and while I hate being on medication and talking to people about my issues, they’ve done wonders for me.
My mind feels clear. There’s no more paranoia about seeing a masked stalker, no more fearing that bodies will pile up with carved messages on their organs. I feel safe, not only physically, but mentally.
I feel like myself again, and that’s a feeling I will never take for granted again.
Work was great. I managed to get through two complete autopsies, finished both reports, and managed to get on top of some of the work that my colleagues didn’t quite finish during the day shift. Though I won’t lie, there was a moment of awkwardness at the start of my shift when I walked in to find Dr. McKullan waiting for me.
He wanted to chat, make sure I was doing alright and checking that these night shifts were really in my best interest. I eagerly ensured that I was doing better and wasn’t looking for any specific changes in my working hours, but he clearly still had doubts. He shouldn’t, though. He made it crystal clear that he had spoken to Dr. Carzy to ensure I was good to return to work, and she more than confirmed that I wasn’t about to lose my mind over a corpse again. She has faith in my journey to reclaiming my mind, and she fully believes that I can overcome this, and so should Dr. McKullan.