Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
"Every time you look at me, I'm this fucking hard." I suck and bite the side of her throat while I fuck her with my fingers. "You think you need to taunt me to make me snap? All I have to do is look at you, and I'm ready to lose my mind."
"Bastian," she moans.
"You think they'll hear you screaming my name over the music when I'm fucking you raw?" I ask, boosting her up into my arms. Her legs wrap around my hips, opening her up to me. Her dress is around her waist, her lipstick already smeared from my kisses. She's beautifully mussed, wildly unkempt.
Christ, she's so fucking sexy.
"Maybe," she gasps, delving into my boxers to wrap her perfect hand around my cock. Her dilated eyes meet mine. "Maybe they'll hear you screaming mine."
"I fucking hope they do." I lift her up, allowing her to notch my cock at her entrance. I don't drop her, though. Not yet. Instead, I keep her hovering there. Keep her desperate. "Then they'll know that you're mine—that I'm the only one allowed to touch you like this. This perfect body and this sweet little cunt belong to me."
She whimpers, squirming, but I don't move. I just watch her—the way she pants, the pulse fluttering wildly in her throat. The way her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are dilated. The way she's wholly mine in this moment, uncaring where we are or who hears us.
"Please," she begs when she can't stand the anticipation anymore, pulling my hair. She's frantic for it now, whimpering. "Please, Bastian. Fuck me."
I slam her down on me, earning a soft cry of ecstasy as I bottom out in her tight heat. "Goddamn," I growl, slamming my fist against the door. "Goddamn, Constance. You're tighter every fucking time I'm in you."
"I know!" she sobs, head tilted back against the door, eyes at half-mast. She writhes on me, so wet her juices drip down my balls.
My fingers dig into her hips, my face buried between her breasts as I pound into her, rattling the damn door on the frame. I don't give a fuck who hears it, though. Like I told her, I want them to hear. I want them to know that she's mine. I'm the one who gets to fuck her like this. I'm the only one she lets touch this perfect body. She chose me.
"Never giving this up," I growl, nipping and biting along the line of her cleavage. "I'm keeping you on my cock and in my bed for the rest of my fucking life. No one else gets to touch what's mine."
"Bastian!" she moans, pulling my hair so hard it hurts.
It only makes me fuck her harder, makes me more desperate to keep her right here in my arms and on my cock where she belongs. I want to tell her that I'm wild about her—that every damn thought in my head belongs to her, but I know better than that.
If I do, she'll bolt. Every bit of progress I've made with her will unravel. I can't risk that, not when she's only just beginning to admit to herself what's really happening between us.
"Please, please," she whimpers, her heels digging into my back.
"You think you have to beg me?" I suck her skin into my mouth, leaving behind a red mark. "Anything you want is yours. Christ, Constance. It's always been yours." I place my lips at the base of her throat, groaning. "I'm yours, baby."
She shatters around me with a sharp cry, my name echoing around the bathroom loud enough that I know everyone in the hall hears her. They hear me roaring in response, too. I drive into her without rhythm, fucking her like a madman. She's thrown from one orgasm right into a second, ripping at my hair and shouting my name.
I sink my teeth into the side of her throat, my legs threatening to buckle as her inner muscles clamp around my cock, ripping my own orgasm from me. I come hard, buried to the hilt inside her. And it takes everything I have not to say the three little words dancing on the tip of my tongue.
I love her. Christ, I am so in love with her.
She melts against me with a whimper, panting for breath. I hold her, breathing her in, trying not to completely lose my mind over her. I think it's already too late for that, though. It was too late long before I was inside her the first time.
"Let me in," I whisper. It's not a command. It's a plea, the one damn thing I need more than air at this point. I need her to let me in. I need her to fall.
I'm not going to survive this shit if she doesn't.
Chapter Seven
Constance
Karaoke Night changes Bastian. Or maybe it's what we did at Karaoke Night. I'm not entirely sure which is true. All I know is that the following week is…different.