Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
She tried to answer. She wanted to answer, would've loved to assure him that she was all his and always would be. But she couldn't, with Damian kissing her so hard she started seeing stars. When he finally lifted his head, Sarah could only gasp for breath as she stared up at him, body still trembling but this time it was purely out of excitement and desire.
"Where did he feel you?" Damian demanded.
"B-Breasts—-" The word was barely out when he had her back pressed against a tree trunk, and his large, strong hands were palming her heaving tits. She started to moan, but the sound was lost in his kiss. His tongue thrust in just as his hands started mashing her tits, and she could only buckle against him.
God, it had been so long.
He started pinching her nipples, and she moaned and buckled harder against him while her hands swept wildly over his back. Up. Down. Up. Down. She was just so insanely restless, and when his dark head bent down to take one covered nipple into his mouth—-
Sarah bit her lip hard. Oh God. She mustn't make a sound. Couldn't make a sound. Shouldn't make a sound. But it was as if the more she was controlling herself, the more Damian wanted to have her wild in his arms, and while he switched his attention to her other breast, she felt his fingers sliding inside her jeans—-
She looked up, stunned, and blue eyes that glittered with lust immediately took hold of her gaze. And then slowly...so, so damn slowly, Sarah felt his fingers stroke her already folds, just before his middle finger thrust inside of her.
Her lips parted in a silent scream, and the agonizing pleasure intensified as he continued holding her gaze, letting her know that he could see her every reaction as he started fucking her with his finger. Just one finger, but it already had her hips moving jerkily to meet its steady, deep thrusts.
God. Oh God.
He was still staring at her, not letting her look away, not letting her hide anything, and instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed, it just made her want to show him even more. She wanted there to be no doubts about how all of her was his—-
God oh God.
And just as his finger drove so deep she could've sworn he had reached her hymen, his thumb pressed hard against her clit—-
Aaaaaaaaaaaah.
Damian's mouth slammed over hers as she came with a gasp, and it was the most exquisite torment to feel Sarah's nubile body shudder repeatedly as she rode out the waves of her pleasure. He kept his finger moving inside of her throughout her orgasm, while his thumb continued grinding her clit. Only when he felt her slump weakly against him did he finally pull his hand out of her jeans, and when their gazes collided—-
"I love you."
Fuck.
Sarah tried not to let fear get the better of her when she saw the way Damian's gorgeous face turned expressionless. She had obviously miscalculated, and if she didn't do something now, she had this really bad feeling things would drastically turn for the worse between them.
"Forget what I said," she blurted out. "Let's talk...let's talk about my text."
"Sarah—-"
"Don't I owe you—-"
"Sarah, stop."
She froze.
"I'm sorry," Damian said tonelessly, "but you're leaving me with no choice—-"
She tried to cover her ears, but Damian forced her arms back down.
"I'm never going to love you back." Damian saw her face pale, but he hardened himself against it. "I'm sorry—-"
"I just don't understand," she said jerkily, "what else do I have to do...why can't you love me—-"
"Why can't you just stop?" he asked harshly.
"Do you really want me to?" she cried out.
Silence.
So much silence that it almost had her hoping, almost had her believing that maybe, maybe this was all a big, ugly joke, or that maybe he'd change his mind, but instead...she heard him ask quietly, "Why else would I ask?"
Six
LOOKING BACK, SARAH could only shake her head at how melodramatic she had been that night. Damian's rejection had devastated her so much that leaving and getting as far away as possible from him was all she had been able to think of. After throwing herself on Rainbow's back, she had the mare galloping to the ranch at full speed. Once there, she had bumped into Naomi and Josiah, and still in tears, had told both of them that she had a big fight with Damian and that she needed some space. While her mother had tried to keep her from leaving, Josiah had gently overruled his wife, and it was all thanks to her stepfather that she had gotten back to Laramie on that very same day. Once in her dorm room, she had locked the door, flung herself at her bed, and cried all night.