Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“So, I asked for you. He went about making that happen. He would have made sure your father gave me what I requested. Doing that now, I can see was a mistake.”
“How the fuck do you figure that?” I snap. We aren’t a mistake and if she thinks she’s still going to be able to get away from me, she needs to think again.
“Because I became just another threat out there somewhere that could be used against you, Marco. I became a weight around your neck.”
“Bullshit. That is not who you are, Helena. It never was. I have you in my bed. If I didn’t want this, do you really think that’s where you’d be?”
“I don’t know,” she sighs out. “The truth is, I had dreams of a little girl, and a teen who was nothing but a dreamer. As an adult, all I know now is that I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”
“You want me.”
“I’m in my twenties and never had sex. Pretty sure, that isn’t something to hang your hat on, Marco.”
“Does your body react to Elias or anyone like it does with me, Ena?” I growl, not liking the idea that she doesn’t feel the same pull between us that I do.
“Now who is lying? This thing between us is special. I’m not going to let you deny that.”
“It is. I can admit that, but it’s also fragile and I don’t think you’re the kind of man who knows how to deal with anything… delicate.”
“I’ll consider it a challenge to prove you wrong, baby. Now, I’m wiped, so unless you’ve decided you’re ready for me to fully claim that body of yours and make you mine, we should try and go to sleep.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for that. Before we go there, I want to make sure we are going to work.”
“I’m going to give that to you for now. There’s something you need to get in that beautiful brain of yours though, Ena.”
“What’s that?”
“You belong to me. I’ve waited for you for way too fucking long. I wasn’t put on this earth to be a fucking monk and coming into my hand while it’s wrapped in your princess panties is getting fucking old. You’re in my bed and I’ll give you a bit to get used to us being us, but you need to do it knowing that soon I’m going to be in you, fucking you, claiming you and keeping you. We’re going to be married.”
“Maybe we should quit talking before you freak me out too much,” she whispers, and I smile, leaning down so my lips are next to hers.
“I’ll give that to you for tonight, too, but in return for me being so patient, you’re going to give me that mouth.”
“I can do that,” she says, her words vibrating against my lips before she completely closes the distance opening her mouth to me, her sweet little tongue tentatively searching mine and I take it, before going deeper, grabbing control, and plundering her mouth like a dying man getting his last chance at heaven.
Fuck, she’s so sweet. There’s no way I’m letting her go.
No fucking way.
Helena
It takes me hours to fall asleep after the way Marco kissed me. To keep from begging him to make love to me, I turned back around after we said goodnight. He pulled me back into his body, kissed my shoulder, and then wrapped his arm around me so that his hand rested on my breast. It feels as if even in his sleep he’s claiming ownership. That thought, along with the way he kissed me, still has my body wired. That’s not what has me panicking. No—not at all. I’m panicked because he said he’s been jacking off while using my princess panties. I never could find them after that night. I thought maybe Marco threw them away. The image of him using them to stroke himself until he cums, is one I can’t get out of my mind. It’s also a very big reason why I can’t relax. I want Marco. I want him to claim me, and most of all, I want rid of all the questions in my head and the fear of trusting him again.
I quietly exhale, staring unseeingly into the dark room. I knew the exact moment Marco went to sleep. His breathing evened out and his unique energy leached slowly out of the room. What didn’t change though, is the tight hold he is keeping on my breast. I can’t say it out loud, but I can admit it to myself. I love the way he holds me in his sleep, the feel of his body next to mine. In fact, I love it so much that I want to experience it with no clothes between us. Skin on skin.