Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
“Shh,” she whispers, still inching closer.
“But I can’t stand another day without you,” I whisper, sucking in the droplets of rain that fell from her cute button nose, and even the mere taste of something that touched her has me begging. “Please … Aspen …”
Her eyes slowly fall shut. “Kiss me.”
F-fuck.
Without a single regret, I slam my lips on hers, claiming that sweet little mouth as mine, as it should’ve been all along. My Firefly, my Aspen.
MINE.
Finally, she’s mine, all mine.
Mine.
Aspen
He kisses me so deeply, so passionately that I nearly melt into him. Never before has he kissed me like this, not even when I pressed my lips onto his in the forest. It was all a mind game, a tactic to make me hate him forever, and it nearly worked until now.
Because the longer his lips stay on mine, the less I ever want them to let go. And when his tongue probes the rim of my mouth, I let him in, willingly, knowing I’m about to spiral.
But this boy has twisted my heart into knots as badly as his tongue twists around mine. He’s possessive, overpowering, just like I remember from those nights my Ghost stalked into my life, and it plays with my mind. But when his fingers thread through my hair and a moan leaves his mouth, I still wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him even harder.
“Fuck …” he murmurs between kisses.
He’s barely able to pause, and I’m nearly out of breath, but his mouth is ravenous as if he’s pouring all of his pent-up desire for me into this one damning kiss.
And fuck … I would let it kill me.
His tongue is all over me, inside my mouth and out, licking the droplets of rain and water right off my skin as he devours me. And I whimper when he bites down on my neck until he leaves a mark.
“Stop me,” he growls, licking up the droplets of blood that rushed to the surface of my skin. “You have to stop me, Firefly, or I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll be begging to the gods above.”
But his filthy tongue is still all over my neck and clavicles, sucking and kissing like he’s worshipping my skin, and I can’t get enough. “No.”
“Aspen!” he roars. “Say it. Say you don’t want me. Say you hate me. Goddammit, say it for your own fucking good.”
I shake my head as he lifts me onto his lap and buries his lips between my breasts.
“Please,” he says, still lavishing me with kisses. “Make me stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I say as he drags his lips all over my neck and back to my lips again, smothering me with a greed so vast it makes me dizzy.
“Fuck,” he groans, clutching my ass as he pulls me on top of him in the water, his hard-on poking me in the thigh.
He wades through the water, never taking his lips off mine as we slowly get back to shore, his kisses maddening as hell. But the moment we hit sand, he goes to his knees with me still in his arms, toppling us over until he’s right on top of me.
“You’ve asked for it now,” he groans, licking his way down my neck.
My wet shirt clings to my body, and he dips his fingers inside from the top, brushing his fingers across my sensitive nipples.
“F-fuck, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,” he groans. “So fucking taut and perfect.”
RIP!
He tears my shirt from the top all the way to the bottom, ripping it to shreds. He grabs my hands and holds them above my head in a vise grip.
“What are you doing?”
He ties the torn shirt around my wrists, tying the knot tightly.
“You think I’m going to be gentle? You shouldn’t have saved me, Firefly. I’m still that same fucking monster who hunted you. Preyed on you. Used you until your knees caved in and your moans filled the fucking room.”
He leans in and licks my skin, and I shiver on the ground, but I don’t know if it’s from the cold or from the terror of what I’ve unleashed. The boy with the dark eyes always made it hard to look at him, and I never really understood it until now.
The infatuation runs so deep it scares even me. But now I’m even more distracted because of the way he just tied me up after kissing me senseless.
What is he going to do?
He leans up to look at me from above, taking his time, while I’m completely flustered.
“Too fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs. “Too easy to taint.”
My eyes flutter across his body, the thick muscles, and all the inches of skin covered in tats and scars from fights to defend himself from the people who wanted him dead. Even me.
Could I look past all the death and destruction?