Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Fuck the control,” I growl. I’m done talking, done negotiating, done analyzing, and done letting my messed-up past dictate my future. Before she can utter another word of protest, I lunge. My hands cup her cheeks, large hands framing her face, fingers burying deep into her tangled hair. I pull her body flush against mine, lifting her slightly off her feet until her tits are crushed against my chest, her hips locking tightly against mine. Romy lets out a sharp, breathless gasp. Her hands fly to my wrists to push me away, but the moment her skin met mine, her resistance dissolves into a quiet whimper.
“Being with you, feeling you, it’s what I want, now and always,” I whisper against her lips, voice raw with a desperate, heavy truth. “And I’m never letting you go again.” The moment I bring my mouth down on hers, everything quiets. A brutal, beautiful collision of weeks of misery and a lifetime of unsaid words. I don’t hold back. I pour every ounce of hunger, terror, and adoration into our mouths meeting. My tongue parts her lips with a possessive, dominant stroke, claiming her with a fierce intensity that has Romy sinking into me.
She lets out a soft, ragged moan. Her fingers abandon my wrists and dig into my dark, messy hair, pulling me closer, arching her body into mine as the heat between us explodes into a wild, out-of-control flame. The taste of her is intoxicating and she floods my senses.
I groan deep in my throat, a primal heavy sound that vibrates on her chest. My hands slide down from her face, my palms scraping over the soft fabric of her shirt, tracing the curve of the sides of her breasts, hearing her sharp intake of breath before moving lower. My palms meet the small of her back, and then I’m lifting her higher, pressing her back against the wall further, and my thigh wedges between her legs to anchor her to me. It also gives her the friction she’s after; I feel her wetness soaking through my pants. She pulls at my shirt as her lips move against mine with a matching hunger.
I kiss her until her breaths are short, her gasps are jagged, and only then do I move my lips from her mouth to trail a burning path down the column of her throat. My teeth gently nip at the sensitive skin over her pulse point. Romy throws her head back, a sob escapes her lips, and she holds on like I’m her life raft in a turbulent storm.
“Vik.” Her voice is a trembling thread of desire. I pull back an inch and rest my forehead against hers, my chest heaving as I look at her flush face, swollen lips, and eyes full of desire. I keep my hands locked on her ass, holding her tightly against my body, letting her roll her hips and use me to get off. This right here, it’s more than me making her come, it’s making Romy mine. Her and our unborn child.
CHAPTER NINE
vik
She works her body, using me to get off, while I keep working her with my mouth, sucking on her skin, moving from one side to the other. My hands grip her ass as I help her grind her hot pussy on me, nearly losing it when I peer down the length of her body. She’s straddling my thigh, clenching her legs, rocking her hips, and while I can feel how wet she is, seeing it is something else entirely. I haven’t had her like this in weeks, her bare cunt, glistening lips, and clit swollen.
This is sheer fucking torture, but I don’t deserve anything less. I so badly want to shift her to where both legs are wrapped around my waist, undo my pants, and plant myself so deep inside her, she doesn’t know where I begin or end.
Romy leans forward, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Fuck, does it make my blood roar. Her breathing trembles, catching in the back of her throat as she shifts her hips a fraction of an inch forward, pressing her core directly along the hard ridge of the top of my thigh.
“Vik,” she gasps, her voice a ragged whisper that hits me straight in my dick. “I’m right there.”
“I’ve got you.” I grit my teeth, voice rough. My hands twitch at her waist, forcing myself not to take over. This is all for her. She closes her eyes, head titling back as she finds the perfect angle. A sound breaks free from her lips that’s pure sin—a soft whimper that has me gritting my teeth. I watch the column of her throat move as she swallows, watch the flush creep from her chest to her cheeks. Each small movement between us is driving me insane.