Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
"I can't lose you, Briella."
His voice is genuine, and his words make my heart flutter. "You're not going to," I whisper. "I'm going to be okay."
"Why didn't you come to me sooner? Tell me earlier?"
"I told you why."
"I fuckin' let you down. Again. I'm sorry. Know how fuckin' sorry I am."
"I know you're sorry," I say, pressing my cheek to the skin of his chest and taking a moment just to breathe him in.
"I'll be there every step of the way. You have my word."
I go silent for a moment, wondering if I should bring up something that really scares me, probably even more than dying.
"Can I ask you one thing? One thing I want you to promise me?"
"Do not say if you die..."
"No," I say carefully. "No, it's not that. They're operating on my brain, and with that comes a big risk...brain damage. If for some reason, something goes wrong and I come out of it alive but...you know...damaged...I want you to promise me you'll find a good carer for me. Do not take care of me yourself. Promise me you'll do that for me?"
He goes silent, and when he speaks, his voice is strained. "You want me to drop you off at some home and walk away?"
"Yes."
"Briella..."
"Alarick, please. It's one thing that is important to me. I don't want you to put the rest of your life on hold taking care of me, because I know you will. I don't want that. I want you to put me in the hands of experienced carers. Promise me."
"You're makin' this really fuckin' hard for me."
"How so?"
More silence.
Then he speaks, and his words rock me to my core.
"Because you're the fuckin' love of my life, Briella. I can't imagine going another fuckin' day without you, let alone droppin' you off to be cared for by someone else. I don't know if I can do it."
I roll out of his arms and reach over, flicking on the light. Then, I look down at him so that he can see my face, so he can see how much this means to me. "That is probably the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me, Flick, and I appreciate it. But I will be nobody's burden. I won't have this surgery until you agree to respect my wishes."
He closes his eyes and exhales. "Okay," he tells me, his voice almost forced. "Okay, I promise you I'll do that if that happens."
"Please keep your word on this," I beg him. "I know it'll be hard, and I know it'll break you, but just remember that it's what I want. Always remember it was my choice, and it might very well have been the last choice I had."
"You're talkin' like it's already happened, is there somethin' I don't know?"
I shake my head. "No, I've told you everything. But, as I said, it's a risky surgery, and I want to prepare you for that."
He nods, and then grabs my arm and tugs me back down. "Enough talk of that shit, come here so I can fuckin' kiss you the way I've needed to kiss you since you got back."
I go down to him, pressing my lips against his, and then I kiss him. Slowly at first, our lips moving against one another's softly, passionately, but as time flitters past, that kiss becomes more intense. Gone is the softness, and in its place, a wild type of feeling washes over us. We go from softly kissing, to devouring each other's lips, our hands moving over the body of the other, everything coming together in one beautiful moment.
"I need to be inside you," Alarick growls. "I need you."
"I need you, too," I whisper.
He presses his lips to my neck and slowly drags them down, over my throat, over my shoulders until he reaches my breasts. There, he sucks my nipples until they're aching and hard, and my pussy is throbbing desperately for him. He trails little kisses down my belly, and when he reaches my panties, he tears them off. The material makes a loud sound, and then they're flung away.
"That was savage," I giggle softly.
"They were in my way."
He presses his lips to my public bone, and I drop my head back into the pillow, just waiting, waiting for the moment his lips curl around my clit and suck, for the moment his fingers slide into my pussy and make me cum. God, I am craving those moments.
"How many men have had their lips on what's mine since you left?" he growls, the vibrations rumbling through my pussy and making it so much harder not to lose control.
"Flick," I whimper. "That doesn't matter."
"How many, Briella?"
"Two."
He growls, and then his mouth drops lower, and he's diving into my pussy with a ferocity that is a little alarming. He licks and sucks, tormenting me with his mouth, and just as I'm about to reach orgasm, he pulls back.