Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
The sexy wet sounds of our fucking fill the room. Her scent, her little moans, all of it is driving me mad. She wants me as much as I want her, and there’s nothing more erotic than that.
I reach between us and find her nub, working it with my fingers. I capture her lips with mine and then ride her until we’re both coming, blind out of our minds with pleasure, ecstasy blowing us over the edge of the cliff with the mattress catching our fall.
I crash beside her, rolling to my side and pulling her with me until she’s on top. I’m still hard even though I’ve blown my load. There’s something missing, some part of her that’s out of reach even though I’m balls deep inside of her. I keep wanting more. It’s like a thirst I’ve never had before, a desire for more that may never be quenched. I grip her tightly to me, afraid that if I let go, she might disappear, fly to the sky, and fix herself in the moon where I can’t touch her. I have to have her again.
“Your turn now,” I tell her with a crooked grin, fondling her juicy breasts that sway when she moves.
“I’m about to fall over,” she admits.
I pull her down flush against me, pressing her head to my shoulder. “Then let me do the work so you can come again.”
With her on top of me, my heels digging into the mattress, I push up into her soft cunt. This time it’s slow, like molasses moving down the side of a just opened bottle. There’s no rush. It’s just pure, easy lovemaking. Her skin moving against my skin. Her mouth against my mouth. Her hands in my hair. My hands on her body.
I roll her over to her side, fitting my big frame behind her. Her leg drapes over mine, and I work her from behind until she breaks apart into tiny pieces in my embrace. This precious girl has to be mine. I won’t let anyone or anything take her from me. She’s mine now.
Chapter Sixteen
LUNA
Slowly my eyes flutter open, revealing that what happened between Graham and me was no dream. There is a sweet ache between my thighs. Not only that, but I can feel the sticky wetness that is coating them as well.
Heat blooms through my body, the thought alone making me want to have Graham all over again, but we’d gotten lost in passion. Had we even used protection? I don’t think Graham is the kind of man who would make the mistake of not wearing a condom, but I really can’t recall him using one.
I’m guessing he was discreet about it. I would have remembered if he’d pulled one out, because it would have killed the moment for me. It sounds crazy, but it would have made me focus on what we were about to do, allowing reality to set in instead of just giving in to the moment. My mind wanders a bit, wondering if he grabbed one from a new box or if he keeps one in the side drawer. It’s a ridiculous thought, but I can’t help it.
I never knew you could get lost in another person in such a way. God knows it’s not my way of things. I tend to be a planner. I am meticulous about organizing my life.
All of that had been discarded when Graham's mouth was on me. Nothing else mattered but the way his mouth felt on mine, the way his hands caressed me and how his touches brought my body to life. It was freeing but also reckless.
Graham’s big body is pressed against mine from behind. I slowly turn, wanting to see him but trying not to wake him. His hold on me tightens a fraction when I start to move, but I manage to roll over to see his handsome face.
I’m perplexed how this man runs an empire, yet his expression is always so relaxed. He doesn’t get worked up easily; nothing is ever really a problem to him, while I’m the opposite. The slightest things worry me. It makes me realize how different we are.
I care far too much what people think. Graham not caring got him into trouble already. What will people say if Graham and I really do try to be together? My name has never meant anything. His family name, on the other hand, has weight in society. I could be easily forgotten, but he wouldn't.
For a brief moment, I ponder what life would be like if we somehow could make it work. When I start to think of us getting married and having children, a dream I have always longed for, I quickly push those thoughts down.
I want children much more than I ever have before. Those dreams are different with Graham than they'd been with Michael. I’m in far too deep with Graham. In this aspect, Michael had always been safe. My heart had never been in it with him. He couldn't break me. Graham, however, could destroy me.