Savage Unapologetic
Savage Unapologetic
Author: Pamela Ann
Prologue
River
It was three in the morning, and I was beyond exhausted after working nonstop for the past eight hours. I dragged myself to the bedroom as I raked a hand over my hair before stepping inside.
Darkness greeted me.
Adjusting my sight, I took a few steps before reaching the foot of the bed, eyes gazing down at the mattress. Exhaustion faded away, awakening my body to a new state of consciousness.
There she was, sleeping peacefully and gloriously naked. The moon filtered through the french windows, highlighting her gorgeous features.
My eyes appreciatively roved over her silky skin, her lush curves, sketching her with my ravenous eyes, committing her to memory. Like an artist would his muse, I lavished on her beautiful body.
She's mine again.
Two years of absence. A gaping dark hole that could only be satiated when I had drowned myself to escape the demons that lurked in my mind. Two years of battling this soul-sucking energy, and I had all but given up … until she showed up at my place, stopping me from committing the biggest mistake of my life. Then the void was gone. The demons retreated back to Hell. She was back … and I was fine again.
I had never been happier, never been so complete, until she came back into my life. She was the drug I needed to survive. She, alone, could make me feel wholly complete. Cara and a guitar was all I required in life.
I'm going to love her. Love her so fucking hard until she's get sick of it. I'm going to show her how good we are together. That way, she won't run away and shut me out of her life again.
Rounding to her side of the bed, I sat on the side of her hips, intently gazing down at her, famished to taste her on my tongue. With the back of my hand, I traced the soft, dewy skin of her cheek, trailing down to the curve of her breast, then into the sacred spot I worshipped every night.
"Beautiful," I murmured when slickness met my finger.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she gradually parted her thighs, as if she was unconsciously sensing my need for her.
Perfect.
Chapter One
Cara
Strolling out towards the living room that opened towards the beach, I relished in the glorious view that stretched before my eyes. I let out a satisfying sigh before a soft smile played about my lips. Times like these were treasured and warranted. All the troubled moments I had endured, finding peace within one's mind, within one's soul was priceless. And in this very moment, I had gained solace and was at peace with myself. The guilt and the damning voices had all hushed, buried back into the deep trenches of my subconscious, hopefully never to resurface again.
It had been a few days since we arrived at this beautiful gem of a Spanish bungalow in Capistrano. The honeysweet scent of blooms wafting from the gardens, mixed with the salty air coming from the ocean, stirred my senses to complacency. Lined with palm trees, surrounded by plushy San Diego red bougainvillea hanging around the walls, it was beautifully situated right on the beach. The perfect spot to bask in the breathtaking warmth of sunrises and sunsets.
I adored waking up with the sun kissing my face as the soft breeze brushed through my hair, lulling me into a serene acquiescence. It gave me a sense of perspective, a leap of faith, believing that the universe wasn't against me, and that amidst the trivialities and difficulties of my past, I would succeed as long as I gave my entirety to the cause-my cause.
River found this perfect little hideaway, secure and secluded, distantly away from the prying eyes of the media and the hectic lifestyle it accompanied. A beautiful circus I was glad to have a short reprieve of.
We weaved a world of our own while having the thrill of our lives. Each day, it was as if we were making up for lost time, enjoying each other's company. We made love, swam, played some music, dined, watched movies, then made love again by night's end. It was pure bliss and one vacation that we had desperately needed to cement our newly-minted relationship.
We had needed to weed out whatever doubt and underlying questions we hadn't spoken yet. He opened his heart, as did I, stripped from the falsities, baring naked our ugly and once broken souls. It was a terrifying process, but worth the risk. It made our bond stronger. It built a solid foundation. And a rebounded love that surpassed the conflicts, the heartaches, and the downfalls, creating a fiercer heart and a deeper faith in each other.
Reflecting on the events that transpired a few days ago still sickened me.
Somehow, River seemed insouciant, serene and carefree, as he smothered me with love and attention each day as if it were the last. He was the ultimate lover.
Author: Pamela Ann
Prologue
River
It was three in the morning, and I was beyond exhausted after working nonstop for the past eight hours. I dragged myself to the bedroom as I raked a hand over my hair before stepping inside.
Darkness greeted me.
Adjusting my sight, I took a few steps before reaching the foot of the bed, eyes gazing down at the mattress. Exhaustion faded away, awakening my body to a new state of consciousness.
There she was, sleeping peacefully and gloriously naked. The moon filtered through the french windows, highlighting her gorgeous features.
My eyes appreciatively roved over her silky skin, her lush curves, sketching her with my ravenous eyes, committing her to memory. Like an artist would his muse, I lavished on her beautiful body.
She's mine again.
Two years of absence. A gaping dark hole that could only be satiated when I had drowned myself to escape the demons that lurked in my mind. Two years of battling this soul-sucking energy, and I had all but given up … until she showed up at my place, stopping me from committing the biggest mistake of my life. Then the void was gone. The demons retreated back to Hell. She was back … and I was fine again.
I had never been happier, never been so complete, until she came back into my life. She was the drug I needed to survive. She, alone, could make me feel wholly complete. Cara and a guitar was all I required in life.
I'm going to love her. Love her so fucking hard until she's get sick of it. I'm going to show her how good we are together. That way, she won't run away and shut me out of her life again.
Rounding to her side of the bed, I sat on the side of her hips, intently gazing down at her, famished to taste her on my tongue. With the back of my hand, I traced the soft, dewy skin of her cheek, trailing down to the curve of her breast, then into the sacred spot I worshipped every night.
"Beautiful," I murmured when slickness met my finger.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she gradually parted her thighs, as if she was unconsciously sensing my need for her.
Perfect.
Chapter One
Cara
Strolling out towards the living room that opened towards the beach, I relished in the glorious view that stretched before my eyes. I let out a satisfying sigh before a soft smile played about my lips. Times like these were treasured and warranted. All the troubled moments I had endured, finding peace within one's mind, within one's soul was priceless. And in this very moment, I had gained solace and was at peace with myself. The guilt and the damning voices had all hushed, buried back into the deep trenches of my subconscious, hopefully never to resurface again.
It had been a few days since we arrived at this beautiful gem of a Spanish bungalow in Capistrano. The honeysweet scent of blooms wafting from the gardens, mixed with the salty air coming from the ocean, stirred my senses to complacency. Lined with palm trees, surrounded by plushy San Diego red bougainvillea hanging around the walls, it was beautifully situated right on the beach. The perfect spot to bask in the breathtaking warmth of sunrises and sunsets.
I adored waking up with the sun kissing my face as the soft breeze brushed through my hair, lulling me into a serene acquiescence. It gave me a sense of perspective, a leap of faith, believing that the universe wasn't against me, and that amidst the trivialities and difficulties of my past, I would succeed as long as I gave my entirety to the cause-my cause.
River found this perfect little hideaway, secure and secluded, distantly away from the prying eyes of the media and the hectic lifestyle it accompanied. A beautiful circus I was glad to have a short reprieve of.
We weaved a world of our own while having the thrill of our lives. Each day, it was as if we were making up for lost time, enjoying each other's company. We made love, swam, played some music, dined, watched movies, then made love again by night's end. It was pure bliss and one vacation that we had desperately needed to cement our newly-minted relationship.
We had needed to weed out whatever doubt and underlying questions we hadn't spoken yet. He opened his heart, as did I, stripped from the falsities, baring naked our ugly and once broken souls. It was a terrifying process, but worth the risk. It made our bond stronger. It built a solid foundation. And a rebounded love that surpassed the conflicts, the heartaches, and the downfalls, creating a fiercer heart and a deeper faith in each other.
Reflecting on the events that transpired a few days ago still sickened me.
Somehow, River seemed insouciant, serene and carefree, as he smothered me with love and attention each day as if it were the last. He was the ultimate lover.