Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
The world tilts. This is going to be unbearable.
Goosebumps scatter over my body as her fingers glide over the length of my cock, her touch exploring every ridge and vein with an almost reverent curiosity. As if in awe of the changes she is seeing. Her thumb traces a deliberate path along the throbbing vein that runs down the length of me. She adjusts her grip, tightening just enough to make my breath stutter. Her thumb brushes over the tip, slow and deliberate, smearing the bead of moisture there. Then she leans forward and licks the head of my cock like a cat. Tasting me.
Then her eyes flick upwards and her gaze locks with mine. And I see everything—wonder, aching need, and something deeper, something primal and unspoken. Her eyes flicker with recognition. She sees the same thing in my eyes. That pisses me off. This is not a love-making session. She must understand that. This is just lust. Animal lust. Nothing more. She must never know how little control I have left.
“Get on with it,” I snarl icily.
She flinches at my brutal tone, then obediently wraps her hand around my girth, her hand sliding carefully, as though she’s holding something precious. Her other hand joins, cradling the base, her slender fingers joining together encircling the full length of me. I feel the warmth of her breath as she leans closer. Her lips stretch as her hot mouth takes me in.
She looks up at me then, her gaze locking onto mine. My chest tightens. At this moment, nothing else matters—not the years we’ve been apart, not the ugliness that gnaws at the edges of my mind. All that exists is her and my hard cock pushing deep into her throat.
CHAPTER 10
RAVEN
I know he is trying to make this moment as ugly as possible, but he can’t because it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful and I’m so turned on I am dripping wet. The texture of his skin, the feel of his silky skin against my tongue—it’s a mix of the familiar and the new, setting my senses ablaze. Memories rush in, unbidden and overwhelming. Of a time when we were so young and our love was innocent and full of passion. Every inch of him is burned into my memory, but experiencing it again now is almost too much to bear.
I trace him from root to tip, feeling the heat and hardness of him against my mouth. His skin is smooth, stretched tight over steel, and I savor the way he pulses, alive and raw. My hand wraps around the base of his cock, fingers tightening just enough to make him hiss through his teeth. I pump him slowly, teasing, while my tongue circles the sensitive crown.
There’s salt and warmth and that taste that is uniquely his. My hands press into his strong thighs, my fingers curling into his skin as if anchoring myself against the storm he ignites within me. A heat builds within me, raw and insistent, spreading from the pit of my stomach to every nerve ending in my body.
I close my eyes, shutting out everything but the way he feels and tastes and he lets out a ragged sound above me, and it sends a shiver down my spine. His hands hover near my face, trembling as if he’s caught between holding back and surrendering. I feel his restraint, his tension, and the way he fights not to fall back into old habits.
Suddenly, his big hands grab my head and he pushes himself deeper. My eyes snap open as my lips are pulled up the pulsating length until I feel him jam the back of my throat; we are joined so tightly that we become one writhing animal.
A guttural cry escapes him from above me. That sound shocks me. It carries such terrible pain and aching need. I recognize and understand that pain. I feel it too. I have felt it all these years without him. The room around us vanishes, leaving just the two of us in this burning, consuming moment. All the anger, all the bitterness between us fades, eclipsed by something primal and undeniable. A connection that feels as ancient and unshakable as the rock faces of mountains. No amount of time or distance could ever sever it.
Even as he uses me so brutally, fucking my mouth like a man possessed, it’s not ugly. I don’t need to look up to know the expression in his eyes. The dam has broken. He has completely lost control. His breaths come faster, shallow and broken, each exhalation is a desperate sound that makes my thighs clench. With every involuntary thrust, his body betrays him ever more. His groans fill the room—low, guttural, feral. His hand tangles in my hair, his fingers trembling as they press against my scalp. The gesture is both commanding and pleading. All his bluster is fake. Without me, he cannot survive.