Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
I followed him with my eyes as he strolled to the bottom of the bed, tearing open the first condom packet. His gaze roamed hotly over me as he rolled it on.
“Are you planning on taking off my underwear at some point?”
Ramsay nodded as he stroked himself. “Merely looking my fill first.”
“Ramsay, please.” I tugged on the ties, loving the tension on my arms that told me I was trapped.
His for the taking.
I spread my thighs, the fabric of the panties stretching dangerously.
He groaned. “What do you need, angel?”
“You. I need you.”
“Do you need my cock?”
“Yes!”
“Do you need my cock in that snug wee pussy?” The words were guttural with desire.
“So much. I need you so much.” I arched my back, yanking harder on the ties. “Ramsay.”
He moved onto the bed.
His gaze stopped on the still red scar of my knife wound.
Tears burned my eyes as he reverently pressed a trail of gentle kisses over it. Ramsay looked up at me. “Warrior woman.”
I smiled, blinking back the tears. “Don’t you forget it.”
With a wicked grin, his response was to reach for the underwear. He tore them in two and I let out a huff of laughter because I wasn’t even surprised. It wasn’t the first time he’d ruined a pair. Smoothing his rough palms down my inner thighs, he pushed my legs apart to move between them. Lifting my hips off the bed, he gripped my thighs wide and nudged against my entrance.
“Too young. Too sweet.” His eyes narrowed, his jaw flexing as he pushed slowly into me.
“What?” I gasped.
“That’s what I used to think. That you were too young. Too sweet.”
“And now?”
He smirked. “You’re still too young. Too sweet for the likes of me.” He gritted his teeth on another groan as I arched into the slow, overwhelming sensation of him filling me. “You’re also too much mine for me to ever let go now.”
“Never let go,” I gasped as he bottomed out and my inner muscles throbbed around him. God, I’d missed him.
“Never,” he promised gruffly.
I expected a rough, beautiful fucking.
Instead, Ramsay’s drives were measured, building the tension inside me in excruciatingly wonderful slow thrusts. I tugged on the ties.
“Take it, angel,” he demanded. “There’s nothing for you to do but take my cock.”
I relaxed my arms and gave myself over to him.
“That’s it. Good girl.” Ramsay bared his teeth as he increased his thrusts. “Your pussy drives me mad. If I died coming inside you, woman, I’d die a happy fucking man.”
I laughed. “Literally.”
His grin turned a bit feral as he increased his thrusts.
“Come on me, Silver. Come like a good girl on my cock.”
Those were the words I’d needed.
Shaking and clenching and shuddering around him, my cries echoed off the walls as the restraints pulled my arms tense against the power of my climax.
Then to my surprise, Ramsay reached over me, tugging the ropes free. “I want your hands on me,” he explained before his mouth took mine.
I smoothed my hands down his muscular back, feeling his heat, his need, kissing him back as voraciously as he kissed me. He rocked into me as I touched him wherever I could reach as he finally broke the kiss to breathe. Ramsay held my eyes as he moved over me and inside me.
Making love to me.
An orgasm began to chase my last, and I moaned against his lips. His expression was hard and soft all at the same time as my nipples dragged against his chest with his close thrusts.
My fingernails dug into his waist as my climax built.
“I love you,” Ramsay suddenly murmured, holding my gaze. His next words were said with a groan of need and emotion. “Silver, I love you.”
My body reacted first, clenching around him tightly before pulsing with release. “Ramsay!” I cried, clinging onto him as he grunted with the strength of my orgasm. “I love you too!”
He took my hands, pinning them above me as he rose on his knees to drive into me a few more times before his release overwhelmed him. His bellow ricocheted across the room as he tensed before shuddering between my legs. His cock throbbed inside me, and I moaned with the sensation. And it kept throbbing until Ramsay finally collapsed over me with a long groan of utter satisfaction.
As I fought to catch my breath, I caressed my hand up the contours of his back until I cupped the nape of his neck. “You … you love me?”
Ramsay slowly lifted his head to study my face. He did it like I was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. It was the most unguarded expression I’d ever seen from him. “Of course I do. I have from the very beginning.”
Joy I didn’t think I’d ever feel again since losing my parents suffused me, and I laughed at myself and the sentimental tears that rushed to my eyes. “Me too,” I promised as he buried his face against my throat. I wrapped my arms tight around him, holding him to me like I never wanted to let go. “From the very beginning.”