Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
She was so wet.
Tasted so good.
Her core throbbed.
Her body shook.
It didn’t take long to have her come undone on my tongue.
“Julius,” she panted, climaxing in my mouth. “Please…” she begged for mercy, but still, I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
She consumes me.
A heady growl vibrated from deep within my chest, conscious of the fact that she was trying to save me from myself. I was a man possessed. Not allowing her any time to recover, I sat up on my knees, never once breaking our heated stares as I unbuckled my jeans to kick them off with my briefs.
Through dark, dilated, hooded eyes, she took me in for the first time. She watched with an expression of nothing but desire. I smiled, appreciating the look in her eyes as I made my way back up her body.
It was her turn to smile as she sat up, kissing me. Silently demanding I keep going. When I didn’t move fast enough, she reached for my dick and wrapped her hand around my shaft, causing my breath to hitch against her lips and my dick to jerk in her grasp.
“Yeah, Isla, just like that,” I scoffed out, biting her bottom lip into my mouth. “Harder. Faster,” I instructed.
She was a very good listener, driving me to another brink of insanity. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I let her take the lead.
“I want you.” She positioned my dick at her entrance.
I groaned.
“I’m yours,” she added.
“Isla, don’t say things you can’t understand.”
“I love—”
“Don’t say things I can’t understand.”
“Julius—”
I kissed her.
Slowly, inch by inch, little by little, I thrust inside her. She felt incredible, like nothing I’d ever felt before. The sensation of her tightening all around me was indescribable.
My balls ached.
In one slow, deep thrust, I tore through her virtue, and she gasped, clinging onto my back.
“I know…” Reaching below, I rubbed her clit, trying to make this better for her.
“Yes…” she moaned, fisting the sheets as her head fell back against the bed. Preparing for the pleasure and pain mixed in one.
The faster my fingers moved, the harder and deeper my thrusts became.
Spasming.
Squirming.
Falling apart.
Unable to confront the truth, I hid my face in the crook of her neck. Aware it wouldn’t matter in the end. She owned my heart and soul.
Always had.
Always would.
Our mouths parted, both of us panting profusely, helpless against our bodies coming together as one. She gasped the second she felt my cock hit that sweet spot inside her, and I picked up the pace a bit.
“Yes … right there…”
“Here, baby? You want me here?”
“Oh God … yes … right there…” Her moans got louder and louder, squeezing the hell out of me.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.”
I savored the moment, worshipping her for I don’t know how long, wanting her to feel me in the morning. I came so hard.
My vision blurred.
My body trembled right along with hers.
Both of us went over the edge together, where I could barely see straight.
We stayed like that, in our safe haven that would eventually turn into our hell. It felt as if an eternity had passed between us, and it still wasn’t enough time with her.
It was never enough time with her.
Kissing all over her face again, I slowly, unwillingly, pulled out of her, causing her to wince from the sting of me.
I kissed the tip of her nose and got up, going straight into the bathroom. Needing a minute to myself for what I wasn’t prepared to face. “Fuck.” I looked in the mirror.
How could I do this to her?
My emotions once again held me hostage while I cleaned myself up. Taking a solid breath, I dampened a washcloth to clean her up and made my way back into my bedroom.
The next thing I knew she was kissing all over my face, wrapping her arms and legs around me, seeking the comfort she needed in my embrace. I kissed her, softly pecking her lips, taking my time with each stroke of my tongue as it tangled with hers.
I tasted her tears.
Her hope.
When I opened my eyes, I saw every sentiment I felt through her gaze. We locked eyes.
I surrendered.
To her.
To us.
But only until she fell asleep in my arms. Then Melody’s ghost made her presence known, and I couldn’t resist.
The torment.
The pain.
The guilt.
It completely ate away at me.
I didn’t sleep, seeing her ghost in front of me all night.
Crying for forgiveness, she begged for a chance to be our mother.
It was too late. I killed her.
When the vision of her became too much, when this house became too much, when everything around me became too much, including the woman in my arms…
I followed in Melody’s footsteps.
Unable to fight off her ghost this time, I let it possess me.
Knowing in my heart, in my soul, in every last fiber of my being, I’d live to regret it.