Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I slide my hands up her back, holding her in place. If she goes any lower, her pussy will meet my cock. I’m fucking worried that she’s going to wake up and freak the fuck out if she feels my cock pressed to her.
Fallon blushes whenever her eyes linger on my bare chest. I’ve noticed that whenever West or King kiss their girls, Fallon will give curious glances. She's clearly not accustomed to witnessing intimate moments. Even that first night she woke up pressed to me, she’d been flustered and apologetic.
There are times she will cling to me while others she backs way the hell off. I’m never sure where she stands or what she is thinking. I’ve got her opening up little by little, but there is so much more I want to know about her. She gives me small glimpses into who she really is and what she wants every day. It pulls me further under.
I’ve never wanted to know everything about another person before. With her, I greedily eat up anything she will give me and sit close, almost begging for more. I hide that from her, though. If she knew the things I was thinking when it came to her, she’d run from me too. I don't want to think what I'd do if she did that. It honestly confuses my thoughts, leaving me with the impression that I am no better than the person who had previously imprisoned her.
You'd take care of her, though; it would be different. My mind is always quick to come up with a reason why it's okay and different when I want to do it to her. Those dark thoughts make me wonder if I have more of my father inside of me than I realized. I’m trying to navigate my way with this the best I can.
A small sigh leaves her as her mouth presses to my neck. I can’t stop the small groan that comes from me. I can take a punch to the face and not make a sound, but when her soft lips brush against me, I’m done for.
Fallon’s body tenses; I hear her suck in a breath, letting me know she’s awake. “You’re okay,” I reassure her. Once upon a time, I’d take pleasure in scaring people to stay away from me with a mere look or my size. Fallon is like a scared kitten I’m trying to gain trust with.
“I’m on top of you,” she whispers.
“My own personal blanket.” I try to make light.
“I—”
“Don’t apologize.” I cut her off. That word too easily slips from her mouth. It silently enrages me that she’s had to live a life where apologizing was the only way she was able to get by.
“Right.” Slowly she lifts her head, those green eyes of hers locking with mine. “How do I always end up all over you?” I want to tell her because she was meant to be mine. That her body knows it belongs to me, but I once again keep those thoughts to myself.
“Because you like me.” I smirk. Fallon ducks her head back down into my neck. “Hey, now. Are you denying it, dollface? Don’t go hurting my feelings.” A small laugh slips from her. “God knows I enjoy you in my bed.”
“Really?”
“Pretty sure I’m wrapped around you too.” I tighten my hold on her a fraction to show her.
“Promise? I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want.” Of course she doesn’t. People have been making her do shit for years against her will.
My sweet Fallon would never want to do that to another. I have no idea how she manages to maintain such sweetness and kindness within herself when the world hasn’t been very kind to her. It’s an attribute I admire a lot. One I hope I can learn from her. My father only built rage inside of me. Fallon is showing me it doesn’t have to be that way.
I want to flip her over and pin her to the bed to show her how much I want her to be here, but we’re not there yet. She needs more time to figure out what it is that she may want. While I want nothing more than to claim her as mine, I know deep inside it needs to be her choice.
“I’ll promise it, vow it, write it out in my own blood if you need me to.”
Fallon giggles, thinking it’s a joke. I’ll pop a vein right here, if need be, to sign on the dotted line if it would seal the deal on her being mine forever.
The sound of her laugh soothes that rage that is always lingering inside of me. It has me smiling up at her.
Fallon thinks I saved her; I’m starting to believe she is my salvation.