Better Man (Lesser #2) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lesser Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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After a flight back to France, we pulled through the gates and the roundabout to the place I called home. The fountain in the center cascaded with water, and the olive trees on either side of the house were bright with their sage-colored leaves. It smelled of flowers and the sea.

My heart hadn’t felt this light in so long.

We headed upstairs to the third floor, his hand in mine as we went to my bedroom at the end of the hallway. It was evening now, the sun beginning to set over the horizon and splash the sky with beautiful colors of pink and orange.

I looked at my old bedroom and immediately felt right at home.

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as his lips dipped to my neck. His warm mouth took the skin gently, a light kiss here, a gentle caress there. He moved farther down over my collarbone, spreading his kisses across my shoulder.

My eyes closed as I enjoyed it, reacquainted with the man who burned me to white-hot ash. He’d become my one and only, erasing everyone who became before and tainting the idea of any the men who could come afterward.

He stretched the fabric of my shirt as he pulled it over my shoulder to expose more skin. Searing-hot kisses that sizzled like a drop of olive oil in a hit pan hit my skin. His strong arm tugged on my waist and pulled me closer, bringing my lower back right against the hard outline of his dick in his jeans.

His hands loosened my jeans as he kissed me before he pushed them over my hips and let them fall to my thighs. He did the same with my thong, hooking his big thumbs in the fabric before he pushed it down to join the jeans.

I pulled my shirt over my head as I heard him undo his own jeans. Now the clothes were piled on the floor as we made our way to the bed. He lifted me by the ass before he laid me down in the center of the bed, his muscled frame making me sink into the soft mattress. His muscular thighs separated mine before he tilted my hips with his body. Naked together, skin on skin, we looked at each other, like the next step was too much.

He stared at my lips as he grabbed me by the neck and gave a careful squeeze, claiming me with his fingers as the lasso. His lips lowered to mine, and he finally kissed me, reunited our anxious mouths and our desperate tongues.

It was better than I remembered.

My arms hooked around his shoulders, and I brought him into me to deepen the kiss. My hand cupped the back of his neck and held on, and I felt my thighs squeeze his body in demand. The kiss was gentle for just a short while before it turned explosive. Heated breaths filled the room. Our tongues danced. My nails started to slice his skin like vegetables on a cutting board. He wasn’t even inside me yet, his hard length grinding against my aching nub.

The foreplay was unnecessary, but so damn good. My hips rocked with his, my pussy lubricating his shaft as he ground against me. The wet sounds became louder because I soaked him all the way to the base.

“Come on,” I whispered into his mouth, so desperate for him now.

He guided himself inside and sank in smooth fashion, hitting me deep without taking it slow. I engulfed him completely, so hungry that I wouldn’t let him go. It’d been so long since I’d felt him, since we’d been connected like this, that I wasn’t sure how I didn’t lose my mind in these last few weeks.

He gave a sexy groan as he felt me, a rumble that originated inside his hard chest. His eyes closed briefly, like he somehow forgot how slick this pussy could be. There was a momentary halt as we breathed together, savoring the tight fit between our pulsing bodies.

He started to rock into me, slow and deep thrusts, his lips almost touching mine as he breathed deeply. His eyes were focused on my lips as he felt me, as he savored how tightly I gripped him. It was like watching a boy inside a man’s body, watching him take a woman for the first time.

I already felt the throb between my legs, the pulse that was growing stronger and deeper in intensity. Just feeling him inside me was enough to light the fuse to the explosion. My hand gripped his ass and guided him inside me, my hips rocking to meet those thrusts I was directing. My breathing grew uneven. My breath hitched. Quiet moans escaped as whispers. I could feel the burning fuse reach the end, feel it creep to the moment when the fireworks would ignite.


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