Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Clarissa turned her head, and he cupped her face, kissing her. At the same time, he pumped his cock inside her. With his other hand, he crossed it over her body, cupping one of her tits as he started to thrust inside her. He wanted to consume every single part of her, and not let a moment go.
He held her tightly. And he was close. It shocked him how close he was, but he didn’t hold back. The moment she took him to the edge, he fell into oblivion and kissed her as he spilled his seed into her waiting pussy.
There was no one else he wanted more.
Chapter Eleven
Clarissa collapsed against him with a little laugh. They hadn’t left her sewing room, but they had just finished their fourth sex-a-thon. At least, she believed it was their fourth, as she collapsed on top of him. Their first one was Lorenzo taking her from behind, and that had blown her world. The second had been missionary, but it felt even closer than ever. The third time, they’d been spooning, and Lorenzo lifted her leg and made love to her exactly like that, while also bringing her to orgasm. Their fourth time together, she had climbed on top, and Lorenzo had shown her what he liked from his woman.
He was still inside her, and she was collapsed over him.
“I have a feeling we’re going to need to take a shower,” she said. However, part of her didn’t want to leave her sewing room, because it was proving one thing—sewing rooms were freaking awesome. Anything could happen in them.
“Yeah, and then, once we get all cleaned up, I can make you all dirty again,” he said, running his hand down her ass and giving it a squeeze.
She chuckled. “You know, there was a time I wouldn’t even imagine doing anything like this in the sewing room, or even through the day.” She couldn’t help but smile down at him.
“I’m glad I’m helping to broaden your horizons.”
She giggled. “It’s fun. I don’t think this is what my grandma had in mind when she told you to build me a sewing room.”
He groaned. “Don’t talk about your grandma.”
She couldn’t help but giggle.
“She was a good woman, you know. She loved and cared about you,” Lorenzo said, pushing some of her hair out of the way.
“I loved her as well. She and my grandad had a lot of patience with me.”
“Do you remember anything from before your final walk with your sister?” he asked.
Clarissa shook her head. “No, I don’t. I know that night Isabella had been told she was going to be married to you.”
He nodded and then she saw him frown. “In June?”
Clarissa frowned. “No, in November.”
“But I was aware of the marriage in June,” Lorenzo said. “That was when I was told.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Five months’ difference.”
Clarissa stared down at her husband. “Okay, I feel like that is supposed to mean something but I don’t know what it means.”
“Did your sister ever talk about another engagement?” he asked.
She sighed. “It’s kind of hard to think about this stuff, when we’re like this.”
He smiled and rubbed at both her sides. “You’re right.”
She saw it was important to him. “She did mention that I was going to have to get used to it, because there would be a guy out there for me. She wasn’t going to be the only one who was married off.” She shrugged. “It’s no different than what happened. But I get the feeling you’re thinking of something else.”
“It might be a long shot.”
“Okay, what is the long shot?”
“What if there were two arranged marriages?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t know if there were. After Isabella’s death, it’s all kind of a blur, and I only know I was told I had to take her place. You’re serious, though, aren’t you?”
“You said yourself someone was coming to kill you.”
“The backup?” she asked, and he tightened his arms around her. “You don’t have to get nervous. I heard my parents call me that so many times. Even my brothers would call me the backup.”
“But even a backup would need to be married off.”
“So, you think my parents had intended for me to ... I don’t know, marry someone else?”
“It’s an option, and let’s not talk about it now.”
“I’d like not to talk about it. It was scary, Lorenzo. One of the scariest moments of my life.”
“You’ve never opened up about that day,” he said.
“With you. Sometimes with Grandma, not a lot, though. It happened so fast and yet, at times, I think it was slow enough I could have stopped her from doing it.” She licked her lips. “What was she thinking?”
“I didn’t know her, but you said yourself, you two were friends. I imagine she was doing everything she could to save her sister. Her best friend.”