Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
There’s a broken sound in his throat as his kiss steals my air with the rough drag of his mouth. I slide my hand around to the back of his neck and squeeze as I kiss him back with everything I have. With my anger and grief, and with the certainty that I’m done letting fear tell me what I want and don’t want.
CHAPTER 31
ELENA
Calder slides his hand under my sweater and up the bare skin of my back, and when I arch into him, he whispers my name, carefully rolls me onto my back, and aligns his body over mine.
I touch his face, his neck, and his shoulders, loving how solid, warm, and strong he is. There’s tension packed under his skin, and I try to soften it with my hands.
He kisses me harder, and I meet him there, wrapping myself around him, pulling him closer, urging him to settle his weight onto me, wanting him to understand I can take it.
He says my name again, breathing it like a prayer, and I hold him close.
“I’m here,” I whisper back.
He opens his eyes, and the heat and vulnerability in them nearly undoes me. He kisses me again, and the comfort that’s been tangled in our actions turns fully into want, then need.
He pushes the bottom of my sweater up toward my neck and makes a strangled sound when my bare breasts are exposed to the cool air. My nipples are already tight, and I moan quietly when he grazes his teeth over one of them, then sucks it into his mouth like he’s starving.
All hesitation is gone as he tilts his hips, pressing the hard weight of his cock against me and taking my other breast in his mouth.
“Calder, I need you.” I cup my palm over his erection and it throbs against me. “Be with me.”
When he moans, I cover his mouth with a kiss and work open his jeans. He helps me with the zipper, and I slide my hand inside, over the stretched cotton that barely contains him. I squeeze him through the fabric, then slip my fingers under the band and pull out his thick, heavy cock, so warm and velvety.
Calder trembles slightly as I stroke over the head of him, where he’s already slick with precum. When I wrap my hand around his thickness, he pulls back, then pushes forward, sliding his length over my palm. As I stroke him, he fucks into my hand, his breath catching and his eyes gazing into mine, wide with surprise, then heavy with lust.
I want him everywhere, all at once, but my mouth wins out. “Lie down,” I say, as I pull at his right shoulder. I roll out from under him and urge him to take my place in the center of the bed.
His cock looks as good as it felt in my hand. Long, thick, and beautiful with veins, it juts up, making my mouth as wet as my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” Calder mutters as I bend over him, wrap my hand around him, and swipe my tongue over his tip.
I arch a brow, silently reminding him to be quiet before I bob my head down, wrap my lips around him, and take him into my mouth. Beside me, Calder grabs a fistful of the comforter and squeezes. With his other hand, he runs his fingers into my hair, then parts it like a curtain, clearing a view for himself, so he can watch me suck his cock.
I watch him right back, loving how his face looks tortured in an entirely new way. Between gritted teeth, he lets out long, slow breaths. When I increase pressure with my mouth, his head falls back onto my pillow. Less than a minute later, he grabs my wrist and mutters, “No more.”
When I sit up, he reaches for me and tugs my sweater over my head, making an appreciative sound all over again once I’m topless. When I go over to my dresser to get a condom, he follows me, like his body can’t bear to be apart from mine.
He peels my leggings and panties down as I tear off a foil packet, then he sheathes his throbbing erection with shaky but efficient hands.
I start toward the bed, but he grabs my hand and pulls me close, like he can’t wait. He glides his hand up the side of my neck, then cups the back of my head and kisses my neck as we stand there, face to face, his cock warm against my belly.
“Elena.” His breath is hot on my skin as he lifts my leg and nudges the tip of his cock to my opening.
I gasp as it slips into my wet folds, because it feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment forever. “Calder, take me, please.”