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)
Even knowing what a shallow creature she is, I can’t fight it. The desire coils low in my stomach, a visceral, demanding force I can’t ignore. It’s maddening.
“Do that thing you used to do,” I say, my voice low and rough.
A sigh escapes her lips—soft, resigned—and she rises up on her knees and repositions herself over my rock-hard cock. Then she lowers the lips of her sex onto the head of my cock and squeezes, then massages it with her inner muscles. I exhale slowly. Only she, only she knows how to do this properly. Her hips move in a slow snake-like dance, teasing, torturing. My control is hanging by a thread. She’s so wet, so warm, so delicious.
Her moans start soft, stifled, as if she’s trying to hold back, but they break free despite her efforts. That sound—God, that sound—it’s been years, but it undoes me, just like it used to.
The way she moves against me is pure memory and instinct, like we’ve fallen back into the rhythm of who we once were. She’s riding me now, and the rush of sensation and sweetness is incredible.
But it’s not sweet. Not really. It’s selfish, raw, a desperate grasp for everything we’ve both lost. Every movement is a demand, a silent plea to take more, to give more, until there’s nothing left of either of us.
For a brief moment, my mind drifts to Charles— she was planning to do all this with him. The thought sets something dark and primal loose inside me.
I grab her hips and impale her fully on my thick cock, savoring the way her eyes widen with the sudden stretch as her body yields and her tight warmth wraps around me. She takes all of me. I meet her gaze, and for a moment, we’re locked there, staring into each other’s eyes, the pleasures of the past and the fire of the present mingling.
Her hazel eyes are almost all pupils with the same hunger clawing at my chest. It’s like she’s daring me to break, daring me to give in completely. I grip her hips tighter, dragging her up and down slowly, inch by inch, and the soft gasp that escapes her lips sends a shiver through me.
She clenches her muscles around me and I feel every inch of her, every pulse and quiver, and the intensity is unbearable, a mix of pleasure and torment.
“You feel … incredible,” I murmur, the words slipping out unbidden, raw and unfiltered.
She leans closer, her silky hair brushing against my chest, her breaths mingling with mine. Her lips part, but no words come, only a soft, broken moan that sends heat rushing through me. I thrust upward again, the motion forcing her to take me deeper into her slick heat, to feel every inch of me stretching her, filling her. Her nails bite into my shoulders. I welcome the sting, the grounding pain amidst the storm of sensation.
Her head falls back, exposing the tender curve of her throat. I can’t resist. I lean forward, pressing my lips to her skin, tasting the salt and warmth of her. My teeth graze her neck, as I suck her neck hard, enough to leave a mark, to claim her as mine. Her moan is loud and uninhibited, and it sends a thrill through me, a primal satisfaction.
“Look at me when you fuck me,” I demand, my voice rough.
Her eyes snap open and lock onto mine, and it’s like the world tilts, narrowing down to just us.
She looks at me as if I’m the only thing that matters in the world as she moves above me, her hips rocking and circling, and her walls squeezing me with every motion. I drown in her. My thrusts meet hers, harder, more demanding, each one driving us closer to the edge, closer to losing ourselves completely.
Fucking her feels unreal—it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
She kisses me and her breath mingles with mine, soft and sweet, carrying a hint of something that’s purely her. The taste of her floods my senses, familiar and maddening. I can’t fight it anymore. The memories … they come rushing back with a force that almost knocks the breath out of me.
The way we used to be … reckless, unrestrained, consumed by each other.
Her lips move against mine, urgent, persuasive, passionate, intoxicating, but beneath it lies something else—a bittersweet ache, a reminder of everything we once had and everything we lost. I can taste our teenage years, the laughter, the stolen moments, the promises we made when we thought we’d have forever.
And then it hits me. The betrayal. The knife she drove into my back when she thought I wasn’t there, the words that burned the world I built around her into ashes. The pain cuts through the sweetness like a blade.
A choked sound escapes me, part groan, part growl. My fingers dig into her arms as I push her away, breaking the kiss with a sharp, ragged breath. Her lips are swollen, her chest is heaving, her hazel eyes wide and shimmering with confusion.