Page 34 of Complete Me
Enjoy,
R.K.
It took everything I had not to flip directly to those pages to see what he wanted me to read. Why those chapters? What’s in them? Curiosity got the best of me, so I spent the morning reading.Chapter 77 was the moment the prince realized he had no hope left. He took a crushing blow, and it was devastating to read. His hopelessness, his desperation to always do what’s right, even when he’s lost himself. Now, as I near page 149, I cave and text Reid.
Me: This book, Reid.
Reid: You like it?
Me: I can’t put it down. Thank God it’s summer and I can stand to lose an entire day and night to a book.
Reid: What part are you at?
Me: They just fled their kingdom. She didn’t have to go with him but it was never a question of whether or not she would.
Me: She truly loves him and she’s strong enough to pull him through it all
Reid: She sets him free, brings him out of the darkness and into the light
Me: It’s so beautiful
Reid: Read itto me?
Me: Really?
My phone rings the next second with my heart in my chest. Is he serious?
“Hi.”
“Hi, little fighter. They just got to the cabin?”
“They did.”
“So read it to me. I haven’t read it in a few months.”
With my heart in my throat and my voice trembling, I sit further back and start to read out loud.
“The cabin is dark, lit only by the small fire burning in the fireplace. Lennox is sitting at the foot of the bed, defeat written all over his handsome face. Exhaustion has plagued him since our long journey began. I know the fatigue isn’t physical—it’s deeper than that. An emotional, mental tiredness that has rooted itself deep in the marrow of his bones. I watch him, like I always do, my eyes unable to see anyone but him. Always noticing everything about him. His chiseled arms bracing himself on his knees. His head hanging low, his dark, chocolate brown hair has fallen into his face. It’s in that moment that I know I would do anything to heal him. To take some of his burden. Some of his pain. Anything to relieve him of the heavy weight that seems to be pressing down from all sides.
I move in front of him and brush my fingers into his soft hair, pushing his head up to look at me.
“Lennox,” I whisper. He responds by rubbing his hands up my legs, reaching my bottom, and pulling me completely between his legs. He moves his hands to the thick leather vest that sits over my shirt and slowly starts to untie it with strong, nimble fingers. Silently, he pushes it off my shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor. My breath gets caught in my throat as he pulls my shirt from my trousers, lifting it up and over my head.”
I pause, nerves taking over. I know where this is headed, and Reid knows too—he’s read it—and he wants me to continue anyway.
“Don’t you stop there, sweetheart. It’s just getting good.”
Feeling just like the female character in the book, I can’t protest, I don’t want to. My heart is practically beating out of my chest, my voice is shaky, and I know without a doubt there’s no missing the subtle change in my tone. He has to know what this is doing to me. He’s read this book, and the build-up it’s preparing for is heated at best. But I don’t want to tell him no, so I keep reading.
“Before my shirt hits the dirty wood floor behind us, his mouth has descended on my breasts. Warmth surrounds me, heat increasing between my thighs that I’ve never experienced before. He sucks my nipple into his wet mouth while his hands massage and squeeze my full breasts. No words are spoken between us. There’s nothing to say. If it’s a physical release he needs, then I am his. In every way that matters.”
I pause for a moment, doing my best to control my breathing. Jesus, is this happening right now?
“My head falls back, soaking in the pleasure and warmth of Lennox’s mouth on me for the first time. The heat from the hearth is nothing compared to the fire that he’s stoked within me. I want more. I want it all. He releases me all too soon, and his deft fingers pull at the ties on my trousers before pushing them down my legs. I take a hesitant step back to remove them whilehe watches, his eyes perusing up my entire naked body in an appreciative look that has my skin breaking out in gooseflesh.
His chiseled jaw is set firmly, his dark eyes are hooded and glazed as he soaks me in with a look that I feel to the tips of my toes. I return between his legs and drop to my knees. Rubbing my palms from his shins to his hips, I work to remove his pants and pull them down, nerves making my fingers tremble with every moment. Taking my time, I release his thick length from the confines of the fabric and grasp it in my hands. Slowly, timidly, I pump him once. Twice. Three times. Watching his face as it turns from wonder to heated pleasure.
Never removing my eyes from him, his eyes never straying from my touch, I lean forward and take him in my mouth. I lick the salty bead from his slit, taking my time to work him deeper into my mouth. “Claudia,” he whispers in a near-desperate plea before he’s pulling me off him. I look up at my love, my prince, and then he’s hauling me up the length of his body, lying down on his back, and forcing my legs to spread open on either side of him.”
