Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
The minute I touch him, his eyes jolt open, so blue it’s like a light shining around us, he shakes his head and soars to the top. He’s completely naked and wet.
“Ava, you need to go.”
“Are you hurt?” I ignore him.
Another shudder hits his body as he slams back against the tile. It surprisingly doesn’t break.
“It always hurts.” He finally pants out.
“What does?” I get closer.
“Ava.” He holds out a hand.
“I’m telling you, do not do what you are about to do, do not touch me, do not—” He screams again in agony.
I can’t help it. I touch him.
He calms immediately.
“You. Have. No. Idea. What. You’ve. Just. Done.”
I try to pull my hand away but can’t. He flips my body around slamming me back against the tile, his mouth latches onto mine and holds on, he grips the tile on either side of me, and I feel the agony he faces, I taste the horror, but the more I kiss him, the more I taste him, it goes away. I wrap my legs around him, his cock is hard between my thighs.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but he doesn’t stop. He finally pushes us down into the water, but I’ve always been good at holding my breath, at being a good swimmer, I have no idea why. I cling to him still as we come up to the other side of the pool.
The moon shines.
And he can’t let go.
And neither can I.
Our mouths briefly break apart.
“What’s happening?”
He shakes his head.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” He has tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I tried.”
The last words he says to me before flipping me onto my stomach and fucking me.
Chapter 15
Not Even That Great
ELI
I’m inside her.
No longer a virgin, no longer isolated and alone. I can’t help the movement as my hips pump against her ass. She’s warm, feels so good, so good, so tight. I keep trying to hold myself back from hurting her, but it’s so damn good.
So good. My brain instantly comes up with all the adjectives to describe what heaven would be like and I think I just found a plethora of them, and yet good is all that keeps repeating in my head like I’m on default and have no actual thoughts in my brain other than I never want this to end.
Ava’s palms are flat against the tile, but her fingers are nearly white as they dig in with every thrust. Nothing fills that darkness around me, it’s like I’m in a dream. The sound of her moans, and the sound of our bodies together. They give me life.
“I’m sorry,” I growl.
“I’m sorry. I can’t stop. I’m—” My jaw flexes as I clamp my teeth down so I don’t part my lips and do what I want to do.
What I’m born to do.
Find my mate.
Her body responds so beautifully, clutching around me until I’m literally stuck inside her just moving, pinning her to the tile, my fangs descend, I know if I latch on, we’re both screwed, figuratively, literally.
It can’t be undone.
And while I don’t know how it works with half-werewolves, I know that purebreds mate for life.
She barely knows me.
I flip her against the tile then think twice about it, pull out of her and within minutes we are back inside and I’m tossing her onto the breakfast bar, careful to cradle her head before I cover her body with mine. She’s half naked, but I need to see her.
I know I look like a maniac, but she has no fear in her eyes, she just grips me by the biceps, then meets my mouth as my head descends. Her lips are soft, her taste my Eden. Our tongues meet thrust for thrust, and as the kiss deepens, so does my resolve not to make this choice for her, without knowing what I am, what could happen. I’m ready to threaten her when she grabs my length and I’m suddenly gone all over again, with every pulse I inch inside her, slowly this time, until I’m completely lost, sunk all over again, in the only place I want to be. She grips me by the hair and for the first time, I’m not worried about hair, I’m not worried about anything, only her desire.
We break apart panting, her lips are wet from mine. Her eyes searching as our bodies move in sync as if we’ve been doing this together forever, as if having sex on is just another Monday.
The moment feels fleeting, like sweet blissful torture I know I can never repeat. Let me just have this moment.
A few more seconds and I’ll stop.
She pulls my head back down and kisses the corner of my mouth and then down my jaw. Fuck, I grip her by the shoulders as I lose complete control. My yell shakes the apartment.