Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I swallow hard, wishing I could go back and relive the past twenty-four hours. I would have handled it so differently.
“I understand now that you did what you had to do. You didn’t have much of a choice.”
This man is a protector, not a murderer. He only kills when he has to. When it’s absolutely necessary.
“I forgive you,” I whisper as tears fill my eyes. “I forgive you for everything.”
The bear steps back and looks up at me with the most tender eyes I’ve ever seen. He licks my wrist and then starts to shake.
I gasp as Magnus bursts out of him, tall, and proud, and completely naked.
My eyes widen and my mouth falls open as I look him up and down, seeing every glorious inch.
He’s… a god.
Lit by the moonlight, he looks like a god stepped out of an old Greek myth. A deep primal need rocks my core as I take in his broad shoulders, his left side covered in ink. The sexy tattoo runs down his big muscular arm, stopping at his wrist. His massive chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths, his heated green eyes locked on me with an erotic gaze.
My pussy aches as I drag my eyes down, his six-pack flexing with each breath, every ridge and valley cut so deep it looks sculpted from stone. My breath catches in my throat when I see his long, thick cock hanging heavy between his muscular thighs. I whimper as I stare at it—wanting to touch it, wanting to taste it, wanting to feel it pushing into me. It’s so beautiful. So masculine. So powerful. So fucking large.
I tear my eyes away from it and look at him as a whole. He stands tall, unashamed, and more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. His skin glistens faintly with a sheen of sweat, and he doesn’t seem to care one bit that there’s a chill in the air.
My neck tingles like crazy, demanding to be marked. I want his lips on it. I want his teeth sinking into my flesh. I want to be his. I want to be marked by this perfect man.
He’s so incredibly gorgeous, but it’s not just his size or strength or sexy muscles that leave me breathless—it’s the way he looks at me. Like I’m the center of his world. Like I’m the only thing that matters.
His eyes—that impossible shade of green—soften as he takes a cautious step forward. Vulnerable. Hopeful.
“Erica…” he whispers, his voice husky and raw. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
I don’t even think. I just run to him and throw myself into his arms, letting the warmth of his body wrap around me like I’m coming home.
“I’m glad I saw it,” I say as I kiss his neck. “Now, I know… Now, I realize…”
“Realize what?” he asks when I don’t finish.
“That we’re meant to be together,” I say, staring into his eyes for a long moment before I kiss his sexy mouth.
His big arms tighten around me and he moans as he kisses me back.
I feel that long, thick cock hardening between us, and it lights a fire in me I know won’t be quenched until we’re in his bedroom—sweaty and exhausted.
“Take me inside,” I whisper between kisses. “I’m yours.”
CHAPTER TEN
Erica
We don’t make it inside.
We only get up two porch stairs before I wrap my hands around Magnus’ thick meaty cock and he stops, groaning like a beast as his eyes close.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he growls as I squeeze his thick, hard base. My hands feel so small around him. He’s so big.
“Lick your hands,” he says as those dark hooded eyes watch me. “Make them nice and slick.”
My eyes are locked on his beautiful dick towering in front of me as I drag my tongue up my palms one at a time, wetting them with saliva.
“That’s it,” he says, low and needy. “That sexy little tongue… Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Erica. You have no idea, girl.”
I’m wondering what those things are as I wrap my hands around his shaft and start stroking slowly. My hands moves easier now, up and down, up and down. He hisses and drops his head back as I roll my palm over his thick head, smearing pre-cum all over it.
“Do you like touching it?” he asks as I stroke him, mesmerized by the sexy sight.
“Yes,” I whisper. I slide one hand underneath and cup his big, heavy balls. He lets out a moan that makes my pussy pulse with heat.
“Do you love my big cock?”
I moan, my mouth watering. “I do.”
“No, no, no,” he says, watching as I move my hands up and down in a steady rhythm. “I want to hear you say the dirty words. Tell me you love my big cock.”