Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Fabric tears when I rip her underwear away and neither of us stops, her hands already shoving at my sweats, dragging them down over my cock. We’re all desperate hands and tangled limbs, and I flatten her against the mattress with my fingers wrapped around her throat.
I shove her thighs wider with my own, dragging my heavy length straight over her slick clit, wetting every inch as her hips jerk up to chase the friction.
She reaches for me, but I catch her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. My free hand guides me to her entrance, and I groan when she throbs around my tip. Her hips tilt up, and my breath catches as I push in slow. So fucking slow it’s almost torture.
Her mouth falls open on a gasp, and I cover it with mine, swallowing the sound as I fall deeper and deeper into her.
I bottom out and hold there, my forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard through my nose while her body adjusts around me.
“Ash,” she whispers, the word a broken exhale.
I pull back until only the tip remains inside her, then slide back in just as slow, deep and deliberate, feeling every inch of her wrapped around me, every flutter of muscle trying to pull me deeper. I set a rhythm that has nothing to do with fucking and everything to do with possession.
Mine.
My tongue strokes hers, matching the drag of my cock inside her.
Her hands flex in my grip.
I release her wrists, her arms locking around me, nails digging into my shoulder blades as I rock into her, slow and unrelenting. The headboard knocks the wall with each thrust, the wet slide of our bodies the only other sound, and I grip the top of it to hold my rhythm.
Her legs wrap around my waist, heels pressing into my lower back, pulling me deeper. I groan into her mouth and she swallows it, kissing me harder. She fists my hair, holding me to her like she’s afraid I’ll pull away.
I grind, hitting an angle that makes her gasp against my lips. Her body arches, chest pressing against mine, nipples dragging across my skin. I shift just enough to get my hand between us, thumb finding her clit and circling.
She breaks the kiss on a moan, head tipping back into the pillow, and I bury my face in her neck, sucking at the skin there.
Nails scrape down my back.
I hiss, a second away from snapping.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, desperate.
I wasn’t planning on it.
I keep moving, keep kissing her neck, her jaw, back to her mouth where she kisses me hungry and half-broken. My thumb presses harder against her clit, circling faster now while my cock drags through her in long strokes that make her thighs tremble around me.
She clenches so tight I almost lose it, but I keep moving through her orgasm. Every thrust feels like I’m trying to fuck my way back through time to the moment before I lost her.
She falls apart under me, thighs shaking against my hips, her pussy gripping my cock in waves that almost take me with her.
I need to go slower before I rip us both apart.
Her hands cup my jaw, and she kisses me like she knows. Like she can taste the desperation on my tongue.
I pour everything I can’t say into the slide of my mouth against hers. Every lie, every truth, the year I spent in hell learning how to hate her and failing at it.
Whimpers scatter over my lips, and I feel it everywhere, in my chest, my spine, the ache of my cock still buried inside her.
Shifting the angle, I ride her deeper, growling into her skin.
“I can’t, Asher…” Her pleads are broken. Like me.
I kiss her harder, fuck her slower. Like if I just keep going… it’ll fix us.
Every stroke makes her flinch and arch at the same time, thighs clamping then loosening then clamping again, like she wants to push away. I don’t give her the choice, just keep moving, keep kissing her, keep drowning in the only thing that’s ever felt real.
I come with her name caught in my throat, buried deep, hips stuttering as I empty inside her.
My arms give out, my chest dropping to hers as I press my face into the side of her neck and drag air into burning lungs.
Still trembling beneath me, she slides a shaking hand up my back and pulls me closer instead of away.
A few seconds pass, maybe ten, maybe a fucking lifetime, before she curls into me fully, one leg hooked over mine.
Her breathing evens out against my chest, her face tucked into my collarbone where every warm exhale hits my skin. I stay awake and listen to her sleep. Afraid if I stop, she’ll disappear.
I watch her longer than I should. From the dark sweep of her lashes, to the faint twitch of her mouth. It's like she’s trying to tell me everything I’ve been waiting to hear.