Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
“Yeah, baby. There’s never been anyone else for me but you.”
“That’s–I never–I can’t believe–you waited for me too. I’ve never been with anyone either, Axel.”
I groan, because words don’t exist for this moment. I push the zipper down on my jeans and then work my throbbing cock against her entrance. With slow, measured movements, I work myself inside of her, inch by inch. She arches, gasps, drags her nails over my shoulders, then locks her heels around my waist and pulls me in further.
“Tell me if it hurts,” I say.
“No, it’s…you’re perfect. Don’t stop.” She gasps beneath me, her breath hot against my skin, and every nerve-ending in my body hums with satisfaction. She’s blushing, breathless, and so sweet. I can’t help but grin too, that childish flush of pride and awkwardness rattling through me.
I murmur how sweet she is against her temple, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. Before she can protest, I hold her against me and carry her off the counter, careful not to spill an ounce of this moment. Her arms lock around my neck as I settle her onto the couch, her sweet, yielding weight pressing into my thighs.
She grinds back onto me, and I groan. Every inch of her moves like silk, and I’m dizzy with the power of having brought this fierce woman to her knees. My hands explore her curves—her hips, the soft planes of her back—my calloused palms igniting goosebumps as they travel upward. I lean in, capturing her nipple between my lips, sucking and nipping just enough to make her tremble. Her soft moans vibrate against my tongue, and I taste the salty-sweet of her skin.
“You’re so responsive,” I growl, then slap her thigh in an impulsive spank that makes her gasp.
I cradle her head in my hands so she can’t look away. Every worry she’s carried, every pang of fear–they’re mine to carry now. “No matter what, I always want you to feel safe with me.” My voice softens. “I don’t want to scare you off.”
Her breathing steadies, relief softening her features. My heart expands, full of fierce protectiveness and longing. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted—and I want her to know it.
When I kiss her, it’s a confession, a promise, a roar of pure need. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as desire ignites between us again. Her lips part beneath mine, and I taste her fear melting into trust.
She whispers, “I want you, Axel. I need you. Always.”
I crush my mouth to hers, asserting my claim without a shred of doubt. “You never have to beg me for anything. Ask, and I come running. You own me, Savannah—you own me more than you’ll ever know.”
I lift her into my arms as easily as if she were weightless, pressing her against me. “You belong to me.” My tone is firm, dominant, and her wide, eager eyes send a thrill weaving through my veins.
I lean close until my lips brush her ear. “Tell me,” I whisper, voice low and insistent, “who do you belong to?”
She breathes my name, soft and certain: “I’m yours, Axel.”
And in that instant, as I cradle her against my chest, every doubt falls away. She’s mine, and I’m hers, for as long as we choose to keep this fire burning.
“I want to make sure you’re comfortable with everything we’re doing here.” I trail kisses down her torso. “I can trust you to speak up if you want me to stop, can’t I, Savannah?”
My fingers lock with hers, sucking the flesh at the dip of her waist as I wait for her answer.
She sighs breathlessly. “Yes.”
Her fingers tighten in mine, soft mewls tumbling from her lips as my words vibrate off her flushed flesh. The knowledge that she’s truly mine now brings a sense of soul-crushing connection descending upon me.
She’s meant for me. She will only ever be mine.
Her other hand pushes into my hair.
“When I say I don’t want you to leave, I mean tonight and I mean my life.” Her eyes bore into my soul like that, almost making me do the wildest thing I’ve ever thought of: stopping right here to beg her to take me, now and the next thousand tomorrows. To be my wife, my lover, my forever.
“Please, I need more of you.”
“My pleasure.” I catch her lips with a kiss, stroking the hot flesh of my cock through her warm and silky folds. The searing hot touch of her skin against mine sends fire rattling through me, every nerve in my body charged and waiting to blast off.
“So sweet and juicy for me.” I slow my movement against her, angle myself deeper, before kissing her long and slow, making sure she knows this counts, we count.
“Every moment we spend together is the best moment of my life, and then comes the next day,” I whisper, pressing a little deeper into her, “and somehow it gets better.”