I sit up and edge
myself off the bed. I slowly make my way to the bathroom. When I reach the
doorframe, I close my eyes as I lean on the door. I take three deep breaths
before I reopen them. I’ll never forget this moment. The moment where my legs
become jelly and my hand grips the doorknob for support. With his back turned
to me, the water cascades down the ripples of his muscled body. His shoulder
blades flex as his palms rest on the shower wall and his head tilts down.
Braxxon’s back is entirely covered in tattoos, but the one that stands out the
most is the intricate spine with breaks going through it from the back of his
neck all the way down. The word breakneck splits in two: break on the left side
of his shoulder and neck on the right. It almost matches the skeleton figure
I’ve seen with the broken neck and the head tilted to the side decorating the
back of the cuts. The globes of his ass are strong and firm, and it makes me
want to dig my fingernails deep into the skin of them. His left hand leaves the
wall and runs through his short brown locks. His body starts to turn as his
head tilts back and the water runs over his closed eyes. I suck in a breath and
start to lose my balance even as the door tries to keep me steady. My gaze is
stuck and mesmerized on this magnificent man. Sculptors would fight to the
death to get a hold of him. His eyebrows are perfect. His eyelashes are so long
and dark, any woman would be jealous. His nose is the perfect size for his
strong jawbone; his gorgeous lips pierced twice. The hoops sitting right next
to one another have a small chain connecting them. How did I not feel them
both? I felt just the one.
My feet move me
closer as I push off the door. My gaze travels over his chest and my palms
begin to sweat as my eyes land on a chiseled eight-pack that has a faint scar
running through them. His V dips so far in I just want to run my tongue along
the depths of that valley. His happy trail fades away to nothing but a freshly
shaved area. Oh, he’s so clean cut and yet dirty at the same time and to make
his flawed free body even more astonishing is his long thick cock hanging
flaccid. I move my attention back to his face, his eyes still closed as his
lips twitch into a crooked smile. He feels me. I step into the shower and run my
nail along his scar. Braxxon’s eyes fly open, and I gasp as his hand catches me
and his gray eyes stop me.
In that moment where my mind, body and soul are
assaulted, I know that I’ll never be the same ever again. Braxxon has seized
me, and something tells me he isn’t letting me go.
About the Author
Crystal resides in Indiana with her family, her dog Dozer and two fancy rats. She enjoys the outdoors and in the summer you will rarely catch her at home. Her other passions aside from writing are singing, dancing and photography. She is a retired blogger and professional book reviewer.
She began writing at an early age, short stories and poems for school. It wasn't until she was around nineteen did she venture more into the writing world. While writing Talania she discovered the depth she could achieve if she just kept on going. So... she did and now she is developing the gritty, raw world of Breakneck and romantic stories like Underneath the Willow Tree.
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