Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Steele’s palm cups my ass, squeezing, as if he’s committing every curve to memory. His hands are everywhere, both grounding and unraveling me with every possessive touch.
I shudder when he parts my flesh, exposing everything without a hint of shame. The air against my damp, aching skin makes me whimper as my heart hammers against my ribs.
I know he can see all of me now.
Every drenched, needy inch.
And the thrill of that knowledge coils tight and hot in my belly, setting me ablaze.
His fingers drift lower, featherlight and unhurried. When the pad of his finger brushes the untouched ring of muscle, my entire body jerks. It’s partly shock and a good amount of pure molten heat.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, baby?” he asks casually, like he already knows the answer. Like he’s already claimed that part of me too.
I go still, every sense attuned to his voice, his touch, and the low heat blooming deep inside me.
“No,” I whisper.
He doesn’t move. He just keeps stroking gently, teasing, circling. Absorbing every tiny reaction with razor-sharp focus.
“Is that something you want to explore?” Steele asks.
I steady myself with a ragged inhale.
The question doesn’t feel invasive or like a demand.
It feels like an offer. One given with tenderness and layered in care.
And the way he’s watching me, the way he tracks every flutter of my breath, every tremble in my limbs, makes it clear this isn’t just about sex for him.
It’s about trust.
It’s about showing me what it feels like to be cherished while being stripped completely bare.
“Yes,” I whisper, heart pounding.
Steele lets out a sound that’s raw and guttural.
As if my answer cracked something open deep inside him.
“Good.” He presses a kiss to the curve of my lower back. “Because the thought of taking you like that drives me out of my mind.”
His confession sends a shudder through me.
Something primal twists inside me before trying to claw its way free.
Then his fingers glide back to where I’m already dripping, and he strokes me with a maddening slowness. I tremble beneath him as I bury my face in the sheets, trying to hold on while he pushes me closer to the edge of something that feels overwhelming.
“Mmm,” he hums, voice thick with desire. “I love seeing you like this. Spread out and shaking for me.”
When he teases that forbidden place again, I whimper, biting down on my lip. The sensation is new and startling.
Too much.
And yet, it’s not nearly enough.
I want more.
I want everything.
He leans down until his chest brushes my back, the heat of him a brand against my spine.
The air shifts near my ear as he leans in to whisper, “I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, lucky charm. But only if you trust me. Only if you let me.”
I trust him more than anyone.
Instead of feeling afraid, I feel seen.
Worshipped.
More than that, I feel like I belong to him.
His fingers trail along my cleft before dipping lower, teasing slow, deliberate circles. My whole body tightens as a desperate ache builds beneath my skin.
Without warning, he pulls back.
“Spread your knees a little wider,” Steele murmurs.
I obey instantly, lost in him and the need thrumming through every inch of me.
There’s the faint, delicious rustle of clothing being shed from behind me. And then the blunt head of his cock, thick and hard, pressing against my entrance.
“Steele,” I choke out as I brace on my elbows, shaking so badly I can barely hold myself up.
“I’ve got you.”
I can feel the tremor in his body too.
He’s just as aroused and desperate.
And he’s holding it all back for me.
He teasingly drags the head of his cock across my slit, gathering every drop of wetness, as if to savor it. His body quivers as he fights to restrain himself.
“I need you to tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps against my ear. “If you need me to slow down or stop, just say the word.”
His hand sweeps down my back in a soothing caress that grounds me.
“I won’t,” I say, my voice barely audible over the thundering beat of my heart. “I need you, Steele.”
A broken sound, half groan, half something almost like a prayer, rips from him. And then, finally, he pushes inside me.
I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets as he stretches me, fills me inch by careful inch, his body shaking against mine.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, forehead pressed to my shoulder. “You feel so good. So damn good.”
I whimper, arching into him, needing more, needing all of him.
“Do you feel how deep I am inside you?” he asks, voice like gravel and sin. “Every stroke designed to worship you. Drown you in pleasure. That’s all I want is to give you so much bliss you’ll never be able to live without it again. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. One devastating thrust at a time.”