Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 556(@200wpm)___ 445(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
“I want you to come,” he hisses, his fingers razing my clit until I’m almost bursting at the seams. “Open your eyes.”
They fly open and I’m looking up at him in wild awe, stark determination on his brow, a side of Laz I’ve never seen, a side I want to keep seeing forever. I want him undone, I want to render him powerless, I want to see what I can do to him, how much ecstasy I can bring him.
I’ve also never needed to come so badly in my life before. I’m shaking, so crazed by lust and want and raw, raw need that I’m scaring myself.
Then the explosion comes for me, like a wave that builds and builds and you know you have no time to run and even if you tried, it would still take you down.
He holds his hand against me with confidence, with possession, and then I’m weightless. The world around me explodes and I’m the burning, bursting energy at the center, the big bang.
This…
This…
This…
Gone.
“Laz,” I cry out, my voice strained, my words garbled. “Oh god, oh god.”
This wave is taking me out but I’m not just trembling, shaking, quivering. I’m drowning in feelings, a million of them pouring over me at once until I can’t breathe.
Tears rush to my eyes and I grab onto the tight, sweaty planes of his back as I’m liquefied beneath him. I hold him like I’ll never let him go, I’ll never let go because I’m not sure I’ll exist if I do. I’m just stardust now.
“Fuck, Marina,” he grunts roughly and then his head goes back, his throat exposed, neck muscles corded as he pushes in deeper, deeper. The sounds coming out of his mouth as he shudders into me will be forever burned in my heart. The feel of him, the look of him, feral and somehow tamed now.
His pumps slow, the sweat pouring off of him, both of us breathing hard, my heart a drum in my ear.
I can’t believe…I can’t believe…
My brain can’t even come back to my body yet, it’s still in orbit somewhere.
“You are so gorgeous when you come,” he murmurs to me, kissing my neck. “Just as I thought you’d be.” He pulls back and looks deep into my eyes. “Wild and free and full of light. I want to be a part of that light in your eyes. I want to be the cause of it.”
I can only stare at him, my chest heaving, my heart still racing, because I don’t have the words to express what I’m feeling, what just happened. A tear runs from the corner of my eye and I hope he doesn’t notice but of course he does. He brushes his thumb over it and gives me a kind smile.
“I hope that’s not from pain.”
“No,” I tell him. “I don’t know what that’s from. It was all…it’s all…”
“I know,” he says, kissing my forehead. “I felt it too.”
My chest glows.
“Next time,” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden. “Maybe, uh, don’t wear the condom.”
His brow shoots up. “Really?”
“If you’re clean, of course. It’s just I’m on the pill, always have been for other things, and I…I want to know what it’s like when you come inside me. I want to feel you, feel all of you.”
He nods. “I’m clean. I always use protection. And I get checked.” He reaches down and holds the base of his cock before slowly pulling out. “But I will tell you, things will get messier without one.”
“I like messy,” I tell him. “Mess me up, all night long.”
He laughs softly, getting up to toss the condom in the garbage. “I’ve created a monster.”
Then he comes back to bed, pulls back the covers so we both get inside. I think I want more. I also think my body might need some time to recover.
But then Laz holds me close to him, nuzzles his mouth into my neck and I know what I really need is what I have right now.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LAZ
“STRIPPED”
I wake up with sunlight in my eyes. I pause, my brain foggy from sleep, wondering how the light in my room is reaching me at this angle.
Then I remember I’m not at home.
I’m in New York.
In a hotel room.
And Marina is…
I slowly turn over in the bed and look beside me. Marina is lying on her side, her cheek on the pillow, blonde hair spilling around her like a halo. Her eyes are open but drowsy, focused on me, a tiny smile on her lips.
“Hey,” she says softly.
Fuck me.
For a moment I thought that maybe this had been a dream. That there was no way one of my deepest fantasies could have come true.
But here she is.
Here she is.
Looking like an angel.
I can hardly believe it.
We had sex last night.
Her first time.
My first time with her.