Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Cole’s eyes darken with lust. “Good girl,” he growls, and with one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside me to the hilt.
I cry out at the sudden fullness, my back arching off the bed. Cole pauses for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. Then he begins to move, setting a slow, torturous pace that has me writhing beneath him.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “So tight and wet for me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Cole responds by picking up the pace, his hips snapping against mine with increasing force.
The room fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin. I strain against my bonds, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer. The frustration only adds to my arousal, pushing me closer to the edge.
“Cole,” I pant, feeling my climax building. “I’m close. Please, can I come . . . please?”
Cole’s eyes lock onto mine, burning with intensity. “Not yet,” he growls, his hips never slowing their punishing rhythm. “I want you right on the edge.”
I whimper in frustration, my body trembling with the effort of holding back my release. Cole’s hand snakes between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it mercilessly.
“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. “I can’t . . . I need . . .”
“You can and you will,” Cole commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re mine, remember? Your pleasure belongs to me.”
His words send a fresh wave of arousal through me. I clench around him, drawing a groan from his lips.
“That’s it,” he murmurs approvingly. “Feel how perfectly you take me. How well your body responds to mine.”
Cole shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position has him hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as much as my restraints will allow.
“Cole!” I gasp, teetering on the brink of orgasm. “Please, I need to come. Please let me come.”
He studies my face for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. Then, finally, he nods. “Come for me, Sloane. Now.”
The permission is all I need. With a final, deep thrust, I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cry out Cole’s name as my body convulses around him. He groans, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls pulse around him.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he grunts, his hips snapping against mine with increased urgency. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
A few more powerful thrusts and Cole follows me over the edge, burying himself deep inside me as he comes with a low, guttural moan. He collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavily.
After a moment, Cole lifts his head, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to my lips. He reaches up and begins to undo the knots binding my wrists to the headboard. As soon as I’m free, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close.
Cole gently massages my wrists, his touch soothing the slight marks left by the rope. His eyes meet mine, a mix of passion and concern in their depths.
Cole’s fingers trace the edge of the collar, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “How does it feel?” he asks softly.
I take a moment to really consider the question. The metal is cool against my skin, a constant reminder of his claim on me. It should feel constricting, but instead, I feel . . . safe. Protected. Cherished, even.
“It feels right,” I whisper, meeting his intense gaze. “Like it belongs there.”
A slow smile spreads across Cole’s face. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the hollow of my throat, just above the collar. “Good,” he murmurs against my skin. “Because I don’t plan on taking it off anytime soon. And only I can take it off.”
I run my fingers through Cole’s hair, savoring the closeness. “I don’t want you to take it off,” I admit softly.
Cole’s eyes darken with possessive desire. He trails his fingers along the collar, then down my neck and over my collarbone. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because you’re mine now, Sloane. In every way.”
“I don’t think I truly understand what this all means,” I say, touching the collar around my neck. “But I’d like to find out.”
Cole’s expression softens, a tender smile playing at his lips. He pulls me closer, his strong arms enveloping me in a comforting embrace.
“We’ll figure it out together,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “This is new for both of us, in a way. I’ve never felt this . . . connected to someone before. And I’ve never wanted to use jewelry as a way to show it. But with you, it feels right to have a necklace represent this . . . us.”
I nestle closer to Cole, his words warming me from the inside out. The weight of the collar around my neck feels comforting now, a physical reminder of the connection we share.