Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
With our lips locked he lifts my body up and down onto his, slowly at first to let me acclimatize, and then with each stroke more deeply, each with more feeling than the last until I am screaming as he plunges deeply into me with his powerful body. My arms grip his ripped shoulders as I struggle for breath, my eyes close as I feel every muscle inside me contract against his brutal length. He bites my bottom lip and pulls it back in an aggressive yet unbridled passionate gesture that makes me lose my mind even more.
I have never loved this man more. He sacrificed his own needs to give me mine and even though in the end I didn’t want what was offered, he gave me a choice. I will forever be grateful for what he has shown me about intimacy this week.
His love truly is unconditional, and I finally understand the Amelie thing. My heart breaks a little knowing what I have put him through. His hands come around my back and over my shoulders as he rips me down onto his body with such force that I start to lose my breath. His eyes close as he rides the wave of pleasure that has started to envelope us. My body convulses as I scream and lurch forward and he does the same. He grabs the wall behind me to balance us as his orgasm steals his balance. He shudders heavily as his body empties and I feel his hot semen burn deep inside my body. I sigh into his shoulder as he lets my legs slowly drop to the floor. He grabs my face and rips it to his.
“Do you get it? Tell me you get it! Do you finally understand how much I fucking love you?” he snaps.
My eyes tear over and I nod gratefully. “For the first time…Joshua, I can honestly say…yes.”
I wake to the gentle dusting of kisses across my face, and he gently tucks my hair behind my ear. I smile with my eyes still closed. It is blazing light, we must have forgotten to shut the drapes last night. Beautiful gentle Josh is here, I can feel his presence and I haven’t even opened my eyes yet. I slowly bring my hand around the back of his head and pull him into me.
“Good morning,” I whisper into the top of his head as I kiss it.
“Are you ok?” he whispers into my chest.
“Mmm,” I reply with my eyes still closed, but to be honest I just don’t know. I have a serious throb between my legs and for once it’s not from arousal. Rough sex for hours on end will do that to a girl.
I begin to get up. I need to go to the bathroom.
“Stay here with me, Presh. You are not leaving my side today.” He smiles as he kisses me gently again.
“Josh, I need to go to the bathroom. I will be right back.” I kiss him gently as I rise from the bed. His eyes scan down my body and he frowns.
“What?” I ask as I look down at myself.
He reaches up and runs his fingers over the four bruises on my right hipbone.
I frown. “What are those bruises from?”
His face drops at the realization. “My fingers.”
I turn and look at myself in the mirror as I put my hair behind my shoulders, and I smirk. “I have the same four bruises on my left shoulder too.”
His eyes widen in horror.
“That was some hold you had on me from behind when I was on my knees. No wonder I’m sore.”
He looks down at the bed. “I’m sorry. I lost my head.” My eyes hold his. “What was that? Round three?”
He swallows and nods, daring me with his eyes to say something.
“That wasn’t sex, Joshua.” “What was it?” he whispers.
“That was a claiming. You were showing me who my body belongs to.”
He raises an eyebrow in silent disapproval. “And was the message understood?” he says coldly.
A frisson of unease runs through me and I nod. “Loud and clear, Mr. Stanton…loud and clear.”
“So, did you give your notice?” Joshua asks as he drinks his protein shake while sitting on the counter as I cook.
“Aha.” I pour the vegetables into the wok off the chopping board.
“One week?” he asks.
“No, I told you I have to give two.”
“We are leaving in a week,” he snaps.
I roll my eyes. “Listen.” I point the wooden spoon at him. “I am moving to the other side of the world and I have things to tie up. I can’t just leave in seven days.”
“Like what?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Like my mother, like my apartment, like the two best friends I am leaving behind.”
He swigs his drink angrily.
“I was thinking we might move to Willowvale when we get home,” he replies.