Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“I don’t hate you, Waverly,” he growls, grabbing my face in his hands so I’m looking at him. I can just see him beneath the lights that bring the water to life. He’s staring down at me, soaking wet, shirtless.
He got in that water so damned quickly after me. One second, one more damned second and he might not have found me. I might have sunk too low. It’s not as if he could see where I went in. I could have very easily drowned then, and that would have been it.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I whisper, painfully. “Why do you make me question everything about who I am?”
He doesn’t say anything, and that hurts more than I could have imagined.
“Let me go back to my room,” I say, shoving his hands off my face. “Let me go back to the place where at least somebody pretends to care about me.”
“I fuckin’ care,” he barks.
“No, Mykel, you don’t. You don’t care. You called me out here so you could question me. You called me out here because you don’t believe I have it in me to do the job Alarick has given me.”
“You fuckin’ kissed him.”
“Yes, yes I did,” I scream. “And for a goddamned stupid moment, I enjoyed it. You want to know why? Because he made me feel like I was fucking worth something.”
I shove his shoulder and he topples backwards, but not before lashing out to grab my hand. I go with him, my body landing on top of his with a thump.
He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me. It’s so fast—so without hesitation that I don’t think, I just roll with it. His mouth, his perfect fucking mouth, covers mine and makes me feel things deep inside my soul that I haven’t felt in such a long time. His kiss is hungry, and demanding, and everything a kiss should be.
He rolls. I land on the ground. His big body covers mine, and I forget every single thing that has happened tonight. All I can think about is his hard flesh pressed against mine. I want him inside me. The urge is so intense I find myself reaching for his jeans with a desperation that is almost animalistic. We’re kissing with the ferocity of scorned lovers. Like we want to hurt each other and mend each other all at the same time.
His tongue does things to mine.
His body makes me feel alive.
I reach inside his jeans and curl my fingers around his cock. It’s hard, it’s long, and I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
He doesn’t stop me.
Hell, he doesn’t even fucking pause.
His mouth devours mine. His hand roughly slides up my shirt until he finds my breast, and I spread my legs wide, my pussy aching. I know my pants are loose and I’m bare beneath him. I feel his cock rub against my cold skin when I free it. I do what I need to do. I put the head to my entrance and then I let him flex his hips until he drives his cock so deep inside of me, I actually whine in protest.
I don’t stop him though.
Oh god, no.
His hands grab at mine and he slams them above my head, our fingers intertwined. I spread my legs wide, letting my knees fall apart. His mouth never leaves my lips, not for one torturous second. He starts fucking me pure desire. I feel like I could die here and be completely happy. His cock drags in and out of my pussy, and his grunts make every nerve ending inside of me come alive.
Goddammit.
Yes.
I grip his hands tightly, and his biceps flex against the side of my head as his thrusts become harder and faster. Fuck, I can’t handle it—not for a single second longer. I come hard. My moans become so intense he has to rip his mouth from mine. Before I know what’s happening, he’s on his knees, my legs around his waist, his hands holding my hips up, and he’s slamming into me with such a force that I feel like the world is going to crack beneath me and I’ll fall right on in.
“Mykel,” I gasp. “Oh god.”
A pleasured sound rips from his throat and then his thrusts slow down. With every stroke after that, his cock pulsing as he finds his release inside me.
When it is all said and done, we both lie there, and my mind begins to spin with all the unanswered questions, mostly ‘what the hell was that?’ I didn’t even think Mykel liked me, and yet he just fucked me in a way I’ve never been fucked in my life. I try to see his face, but it’s too dark out for me to get a clear picture.