Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 784(@200wpm)___ 627(@250wpm)___ 522(@300wpm)
He could feel her heartbeat inside her, that intimate flutter pulsing against his cock with every thrust, and the knowledge that he was the first man to feel this, that no one had ever occupied this sacred space, hit him with a reverence so fierce it nearly stalled his rhythm.
But his body refused to stop. Instinct took command, ancient and fluent, driving his hips in long, rolling strokes that drew moans from both of them in a tangled chorus. The friction was exquisite, her arousal coating him in slick, molten warmth that made every withdrawal a glistening torment and every return a homecoming.
He was drowning in her, lost in the consuming heat and the obscene perfection of her body wrapped around his, and for the first time in his existence, drowning felt like breathing.
“Jack, yes…yes…”
His grip on her wrists tightened, and she arched into the restraint, her breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples dragging across his scarred skin with each thrust. New courage awakened, and he loosened his hold of her, trusting her to know where his boundaries hid.
She immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding his shoulders and leaning up to kiss his skin. Her nails trailed down his back, tracing his scars without flinching.
Jack shivered under her touch, welcoming her claim.
“God, that feels…” His words disintegrated as her sex clenched around him, her inner muscles gripping his shaft with a pressure that sent sparks cascading behind his eyes.
“Jack.” She whispered his name like a prayer.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in, his hips driving deeper as the rhythm turned urgent. The headboard knocked against the wall. If the world outside continued to exist, he didn’t know or care.
In his room, in his bed, there was only the two of them. A symphony of skin against skin, breath against breath, the wet, obscene sound of him moving inside her, and the broken music of her pleasure.
The tenderness in her expression shattered him, magnified by the flush on her cheeks and the swollen redness of her lips. Not only did she trust him, but he trusted her as well.
In one fluid motion, he rolled to his back, pulling her with him, keeping himself buried inside her. The shift in gravity was immediate, and she gasped, seating herself fully on his cock. Her eyes widened as she registered the new depth of penetration.
The intensity of the position stole his breath as much as her beauty. She sat astride him with the exquisiteness of a queen, her thighs bracketing his hips as her palms braced on his battered chest.
The sunlight fell across her shoulders, painting her flawless curves in gold like the delicate underbelly of a cloud. The wild tangles of her hair tumbled over her temple, cascading down her back in a waterfall of champagne waves.
He uttered a curse that landed like a prayer. The way he filled her completely, the way her body bore down on his length with her full weight. It was enough to drive his head back in ecstasy.
“Oh.” The single syllable carried a world of discovery as she shifted, realizing she was now in control.
His thumbs traced slow circles on the crest of her hipbones, steadying her without guidance.
“Find your way,” he said softly, looking up at her perched above him, naked and flushed. “My body is yours.”
She rocked tentatively, testing the motion, and the subtle shift of her hips sent his cock sliding against her front wall in a way that made them both gasp. She rocked again, adjusting the angle, slowly discovering all the things her body could feel.
A moan spilled from her lips, throaty and devastatingly female. Her confidence grew, and she rolled her hips again.
Her fingers splayed across his scarred chest, palms planting in muscle. She used the leverage to lift herself before sinking down, taking him to the root.
The groan that escaped him was indecent, a guttural moan torn from behind his sternum, but her answering smile was radiant and wicked and entirely new.
“You liked that?” She bit her lower lip.
“I like everything you’re doing.”
“Me too.”
She found her rhythm. A slow, grinding roll that dragged the full length of his shaft through her gripping heat, her body pressing against his pelvis each time she bore down.
Her breasts swayed with every motion, lush and perfect, her sensitive nipples taut and flushed, still damp from his mouth. Her head tipped back, and her lips parted as pleasure climbed her spine in visible increments, tightening her stomach, curling her toes, drawing her shoulders taut.
He watched in awe. His love and admiration for her doubled with every thrust. Pressure that had nothing to do with his approaching release built behind his ribs.
Every point where her skin touched his sent warmth flooding through him. He felt her everywhere, even in the tissue of his torn flesh where he’d assumed sensation had permanently died.