Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
“Maybe we’re both what the other needs.”
There was far too much hope lining the underside of those words.
I should shun the suggestion, but it lit something in the coldest place inside me.
And did she stop?
No.
Not this one.
“Maybe you need reminding that there is good inside you, too.” Her eyes flared with enough vehemence to sear it into my flesh, as hot as an iron prod.
Fuck.
Brinley Webber might be perfect for me. Carved of the same battered, brutalized stone.
I forced myself to edge back a fraction, rising up high on my knees as I gripped at the outside of her thighs.
Giving her space to change her mind.
Waiting for her to resurrect the walls that once had stood like a mile-high barrier.
But they’d been felled.
Rubble in a wasteland.
Her expression begged me to put her out of the misery that had built between us, while her spirit begged for something bigger.
And fuck, I didn’t know how there was some piece inside that wanted to return it.
“If I had a soul, a piece of myself left to give, I’d give it to you. But you should know there’s none of that left. Need to be sure you’re good with that,” I told her.
She quivered from her chest to her chin as she stared up at me, then lifted that chin higher and issued the whispered demand, “Show me what it feels like to be free. I want to experience it. I want to know what it’s like when the pain goes away. I want to know what it feels like not to be alone. To not be the only one fighting for myself. I want you to hold it, even if it’s just for a little while. Wreck me like you promised.”
Possession thrashed, and the words turned coarse and jagged. “Don’t worry, baby. I plan to. Going to show you that you’re not alone and you are not the only one fighting for yourself. Going to show you that you count. And when you leave this place, you’ll know exactly what to demand from a man.”
My spirit howled at the thought of another man touching her, my hands gripping on tighter like I might not ever have to let her go.
And I knew, right then, it was Brinley who was going to wreck me.
Not even that was enough to stop this train that had sped out of control, and she was trembling so hard I thought the sofa might take flight as I slipped my hands higher beneath that frilly black skirt, and I hooked my fingers into the edges of her underwear.
“You gonna let me have a taste of you?”
She squirmed and lifted her ass from the couch. “Please.”
I peeled the slip of lace down her lush, curvy thighs, dragging them all the way down her legs and unwinding them from those heels.
I tossed them to the side and was right back to gripping her by the knees, spreading her wide so I could get a good look at all the deliciousness I’d been fantasizing about.
Need thundered through my bloodstream at the sight of her pink and bare. Her slit soaked with desire.
My mouth watered, and I felt like I was being burned up.
Scorched alive.
My eyes devoured, roving over the curves of her body. Gaze flicking from the stunning, unforgettable edges of her face, down over her trembling, jutting chest, and dipping down to the sweet spot between her thighs.
Brinley exposed. So utterly indecent and so perfectly right.
Because I was the one who was foul.
Staining her perfection this way. Letting myself weave even a thread of my depravity into her.
Knew I was nothing but a bastard because I couldn’t wait to leave my mark.
“Wildfire,” I rumbled. “Seductress. So fucking sexy. Making me lose my mind. Making me want things I can never keep.”
There they went, perilous words slipping from my mouth.
Brinley arched and sighed. “Silas.”
“You’re stunning, Brinley. Fucking gorgeous. Nothing but a tease of paradise.”
“You’re the tease, Silas Mercer.” She choked it.
“Are you an eager girl? You need my mouth on you?”
“Yes.” The thickened word braided through the charged air.
Energy lashing and whipping.
I dipped in and stroked my tongue through her cunt.
I nearly came in my pants.
But it was Brinley almost hitting the ceiling that had me freezing, thinking I’d freaked her out, worried I’d sent that fear sailing through her again, but her hands were back in my hair, urging me on, “Silas,” leaving her on a whimper.
“Wildfire. Fuck. Knew your pussy was going to be so damned sweet.”
Soft and slick and hypnotizing as I wound my arms under her legs, gathering her up so I could angle her just right as I dove back in.
The taste of her had me boiling over.
Brinley rasped and moaned as I licked deep into her folds. “I like that.”
I couldn’t even suppress the chuckle as I eased back a fraction. Chest stretching in something that felt far too close to affection. “You like me licking this sweet cunt, baby?”