Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
As he begins to move inside me, the savage power of his thrusts moving me up and down the glass behind me, winding me up until I reach another explosive peak, I find the word that I was looking for.
Everything.
He’s now my everything… and I don’t know how to wrap my mind around that.
Chapter 17
Alexei
I’m in both paradise and hell. Simultaneously, I’m burning alive and soaring above the clouds, the tight, wet clasp of Alina’s flesh driving me past the point of no return. My mind is void of all but the most primal need, a lust so violent and all-consuming I can’t think of anything but getting deeper into her, so deep she’ll never be separate from me again, never doubt that she’s anything but mine.
She comes again, crying out my name, her inner muscles clamping around my cock, and my balls draw tight, electric heat coursing up and down my spine as my own orgasm approaches. No. Fuck, no. I want this to last forever. Need it to last forever. But after weeks of nothing but my fist, my hunger is too overpowering, my self-control completely nonexistent.
With a groan, I surge into her one final time and explode, scorching ecstasy engulfing my senses as I empty myself within her silken depths, flooding her with my cum as aftershocks ripple through my body, one after another.
Slowly, my mind clears, and I open my eyes, realizing I’m still holding her pinned against the shower stall, my softening cock seated deep within her as I hold her up by her splayed thighs.
Thighs that I’m gripping way too hard, so hard she’ll have bruises there tomorrow.
In general, I was rough. Much too rough given her fragile state.
Fuck. What have I done?
Our first time after her treatment should’ve been in a bed, with me carefully controlling every touch so as not to hurt her. The plan was to let her rest and get some sleep while I took the edge off with my fist, and then, once she was awake and rested, I’d wine and dine her before making love to her as if for the first time ever.
Instead, I lost control. Again. And there’s no fucking excuse for it… even if she seemed to want it.
Worse yet, I didn’t use a condom after I’d sworn to myself that I’d never endanger her health again.
Motherfucker.
I try to remember what her medical chart said about her last period—and relief floods my body as I realize she’s due to start her period in a couple of days and is thus highly unlikely to be fertile.
Not that this negates my stupidity and lack of self-control.
Carefully, I pull out and lower her to her feet, searching her face for signs of distress. “Alinyonok…” My voice is tight with self-loathing. “Did I hurt you?”
She blinks up at me, her jade eyes soft and hazy. “No… I mean, kind of, but in a good way.”
Fuck. I knew it. I’m everything she’s accused me of being: a selfish monster.
Like your father, a voice deep within whispers, but I shut it out.
Even on my worst day, I’m not like him.
I will never be like him.
But I am a fucking animal when it comes to my wife.
My fresh-out-of-cancer-treatment wife.
“Let’s get cleaned up, and I’ll let you rest,” I say, mentally kicking myself as I guide her back into the shower, where I swiftly strip off my clothes and throw them on the mat outside the stall before turning on the water.
I wish it were cold water, but she doesn’t deserve to be punished for the craving awakening in me again even as guilt eats me alive. So I make the water warm and ignore my growing erection. I will wash her as chastely as any nun—
“I don’t want to rest,” she says huskily when I face her, soap in hand.
And before I can say another word, she drops to her knees in front of me and takes my cock into her mouth.
Chapter 18
Alina
I wake up sore, satisfied, and happier than I can recall being in years. Only a faint echo of a headache pulses behind my temples when I open my eyes and stretch, feeling like a well-fucked cat.
Or a woman who’s been told she’ll live, and whose husband demonstrated several times yesterday exactly how much he still wants her.
It’s insane how much better I feel this morning. Maybe it’s the orgasms, all five or six of them, or maybe I just slept better here than at the clinic, but the strange emotions of yesterday and my illogical response to the good news are muted, more of a memory than something that currently weighs on me. I can actually feel the joy and relief that I should’ve experienced when the doctor told me I’m in remission, even if a part of me is still afraid the cancer will return.