Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I don’t know what I am doing, but I know sure as hell that I don’t want it to stop, and, as he turns me around to face him, I can see in the darkness of his gaze that he feels the exact same way.
He brings my face to his, kissing me hard, the kind of kiss that sends whatever doubts I’m still clinging to vanishing from my mind. The dress has pooled at my feet, all but forgotten, and the only thing I can focus on is the way that it feels to press myself into him, to lose myself to him entirely.
I might not have any idea what I am doing here or how I ended up here or how in the name of holy hell I am going to get out – but right now, as his tongue thrusts into my mouth, I know that I don’t even care.
He moves me back towards the bed, the two of us tumbling on to the small frame together – I run my hands along his neck, his shoulders, his back, feeling the strength of him right there, the promise that he could do anything he wanted to me.
Maybe I’d like him to. No matter how dangerous it might be to give myself a reason to stay, as our tongues come together, I can’t do anything other than let myself get lost to the pleasure.
His hands grope and grab greedily at my waist, my thighs, my hips, and I tip my head back as he trails his mouth along my throat, eyes flickering open just long enough to see the dark, wanting expression on his face. I can’t remember the last time I felt someone want me this badly, and there’s nothing in the world I want more than to let him show me just how far that goes.
His hardness grinds against me through his pants, and I slip my hand down clumsily to feel him through the fabric. He grunts against my mouth as he feels me touch him, and swiftly brushes my hand aside to undress himself urgently.
I lift my hips to his, words falling away to useleness as some primal part of me demands him inside of me.
In the soft light pouring through the window, I watch as he takes himself into his hand and guides himself against me – I groan as I feel the pressure of him at my entrance, almost shockingly new, but impossibly exciting at the same time.
I wind my arms around him tight, pulling him on to me, lifting my hips to envelop him in one motion, and listen to the deep groan of pleasure that escapes his lips as we come together for the first time.
The feeling of it, the sensation, is one thing – but the knowledge that this man wants me so completely is all it takes for me to lose myself entirely to this moment. I grasp his face in my hands and bring his lips to mine once more as he begins to move inside of me, his body driving into mine with the same regular motion as the wheels of the cart beneath us. Our breath mingles and our chests rise and fall in the same moment as though we are entirely in sync with each other.
His teeth catch on my lip, sending a start of pain and pleasure through me, and he grabs my hips to push me down on to the bed. As he begins to fuck me properly, hard and fast, he grinds against my clit with every motion.
It builds the pleasure inside of me with every thrust, pushing me further and further and closer and closer to that point of no return until it feels like everything else has fallen away, until-
Until it hits me. I cry out, praying to God that Lucy is still far enough away from the house that she won’t be able to hear me. My body shudders beneath his as I grab his arms and hang on for dear life. He lets out a low growl into my ear, plunging deep into me one last time and then stilling himself there, allowing the convulsions of my body to take him over the edge and into his release.
I feel the warm flood of his seed within me, and, on instinct, I wrap my legs around him, pulling him into me to contain every inch of him for a moment. Our mouths crash into each others once more, and I cling to him for dear life, stars exploding at the corners of my vision and the breath tearing from my lungs...
And it strikes me, all at once, that I might have more reason to stay here than I first imagined.
CHAPTER 4
Cade
The sound of her breathing stirs me from my rest – a slow, steady, peaceful doze, as she lays beside me, her arm tossed out over the bed, her head half-resting on my chest.