Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Oh my god,” I whine breathlessly. “Tor.”
The breath is sucked from my lungs for a different reason when he covers my mouth. My heart sinks, my eyes flying open. Suddenly, the ceiling of this room fuses with the identical one down the hall, and for a split second, I’m thrown back to last year, when another cock was inside me, another hand clamped down over my mouth.
Tor holds my gaze, but when he says, “Shh,” my heart stops.
Of course he can’t know that’s what his brother did to me, but I know.
Panic starts to build in my chest. Tor shoves into me harder, and breathing becomes increasingly more difficult.
I tell myself to relax. This is Tor, not Tim. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m not being attacked. Tor cares about me, and I care about him, and this is nothing like that. It’s not his fault he… did the same thing.
“Shh,” he says again, but I’m not making any noise. Maybe he sees the panic in my eyes. He moves his hand, pushing his thumb into my mouth. “Suck.”
Heart hammering in my chest, I do as he says. My body still feels off, but as I hold his gaze, sucking on his thumb the way I would his cock, I feel myself returning to this moment.
Once he’s satisfied, he pulls his thumb out of my mouth and asks, “You want to be on top again?”
“Yes, please.”
Tor cradles my face tenderly, looking down at me, and when he brushes a thumb near the corner of my eye, I realize he’s catching a tear.
I didn’t realize I was crying.
He doesn’t mention it, but he pulls his cock out of me and lies back down.
A bit shakily, I climb on top of him.
This time, he lets me set the pace.
Slowly, I find my rhythm again.
The dread dissipates and the good kind of tension starts to build.
I’m breathless for the right reasons.
When I feel myself getting dangerously close to the edge, I brace myself on him, my palms pressing flat against his well-muscled chest. I can feel the movement of his muscles and the beating of his heart. Strong. Fast.
I move faster—mindless, frantic, chasing pleasure to drown out all the bad thoughts. Tor grabs the hand that isn’t braced over his heart, and he brings my palm to his lips so he can press a kiss there.
It’s so sweet, I think my heart is going to give out, and then without warning, he grabs my hips and drives up into me, and I go flying over the edge. A sharp cry bursts from my throat as a third orgasm crashes over me, somehow bigger and more soul-consuming than the other two. I’m drowning in ecstasy again, unable to breathe. Tor grabs my face, pulling me in for a brutal kiss, and rapture pours through every inch of my body, cleansing my mind and my soul.
I could kiss him forever.
He holds me close as he moves his hips, pistoning his cock into me. My body rocks in time with his thrusts, but I’m a puddle. I can’t move or even think.
I want him to use me, I want him to get his pleasure, so when he finally does, another wave of peace and gratitude washes over me.
Tor collapses on the bed, and I slide off his cock, curling up beside him. I settle my hand over his heart again so I can feel it beating, and he wraps an arm around me, pulling me close.
“You okay?” he grumbles, kissing my temple.
I nod, full of peace now, and snuggle in even closer. “Mm-hmm.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I shake my head, not even wanting to think about it. “No, you didn’t. I wasn’t hurt, I just… It was… it doesn’t matter. I’m fine,” I assure him, tilting my head back to look up at him, then impulsively leaning in to give him a little kiss.
His grip on my waist tightens. I love his response to my kisses. The greed, like every brush of my lips makes him want more. I feel the same way, so it’s nice to know I’m not alone.
He breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips, “I never want to lose you, Cassie.”
I smile softly, brushing a lock of his dark hair off his face and looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. “I never want to lose you, either.”
CHAPTER 20
CASSIE
The lights are off, and the bedroom door is closed. It’s late, and we should definitely be sleeping, but as one would at any good sleepover, we’ve stayed up half the night talking instead.
“Favorite candy?” I ask, looking up at him, my leg draped over his thigh.
“Sour Patch Kids.”
I wrinkle up my nose, mostly because that was Russell’s favorite candy.
“I like Jolly Ranchers, too,” he offers, seeing my face.
“I guess you can like Sour Patch Kids, but don’t plan on ever sharing a box of candy when you get them.”