Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 788(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
A heaviness settles on my chest when he doesn’t answer. I lean back to scan over his face, reading him clearly.
Apprehension, denial, and hesitation all bleed through. It’s more than protecting me; it’s shielding me from this part of his life.
Unknown possibilities.
Indefinite dangers.
Sharp pain pierces me like a knife, realizing I caused this with my initial rejection of ‘us’.
Tears prick my eyes and I press my lips to his in a quick kiss. “I love you with every fiber of my being, Talon. Loving you means knowing the kind of man you are. Don’t hide this from me. Whatever it is, I can handle it.”
He buries his head in my neck, wrapping me so tight, I struggle to breathe. “You’re my fucking world, Princess. Know that.”
It’s not exactly a reassurance, but I’ll take it.
31
TALON
“Oh my God.” Willow’s head drops back and my lips skim along the column of her throat.
My hands grip her hips as I ram up into her over and over. Her thighs tremble and core muscles tighten, sucking my cock deeper.
“Your pussy is fucking made for me.”
“Yes,” she wisps.
“Give me another one.”
“It’s too much.”
I slow, giving her a little reprieve and bunching her dress to see where we’re connected. She rocks, bringing her face back to mine.
Her face is flushed, lips swollen, and small pink marks from my stubble mar her jawline.
My willpower wanes, wanting to mark her further.
“Love this dress, baby, but when we get home, I’m burning it.”
Her eyes flare with defiance. “You are not burning my dress.”
“Warned Cruz and Ember not to put you in this.”
“I chose it.”
“Every fucker in that room was eyeing you, watching your moves, thinking of ways to fuck you.”
“You’re absurd.”
“Watched three guys adjust their dicks when you pranced across the dance floor.”
“I didn’t prance, it’s called dancing.”
“Didn’t like it.”
She braces her hands on my chest and moves steadily, the friction building. “Pretty sure the blood-thirsty growls and fiery eyes proved your point.”
“Not enough.”
She bends in, dropping her lips. “I love you, even when you’re an overly possessive, ridiculously archaic ogre.”
“Changed my mind. No need to burn the dress. I’ll rip it to shreds where there is nothing left.”
I nip her bottom lip and slam up, feeling the metal scrape along her smooth heat.
“God, that feels good.”
“Ride me, baby. Give me the image of you on my dick to get me through the rest of this night.”
She moves in rhythm with my thrusts. Her warm breath hitches when my thumb circles her clit, teasing until she’s panting.
Savage hunger rages inside, needing to hear her come apart, screaming my name.
“Look at me.”
Her green eyes rise, filled with lust, desire, and love. They penetrate into me, rooting so deep my control snaps. I tighten my grip on her waist, holding her to me as I flick her clit and drive relentlessly upward.
She fists at my shirt, moaning and then convulsing. I cover her mouth, swallowing her screams as I explode with her.
Sweat trickles down my neck and back, my vision spotting with each pulse of my dick.
She whimpers, tearing away and tucking her face into my neck.
Her breathing settles and she kisses along the underside of my jaw. “Another thing I can cross off my bucket list. Wedding sex.”
“You made a bucket list?”
“Not officially.”
“What else have you crossed off?” I run my hands along her bare back, another reminder of why this dress will never make it in public again.
“Wall sex, hospital office sex, pool sex, and bonus points are wedding sex at a public winery.”
“Sounds more like a fuck list.”
Her hand curls around my neck, urging me to tilt and face her. Her eyes glow in a shade of green that’s a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. “It’s a mental tally that keeps getting better and better. It has more than sex.”
“Graduating top of your class, becoming a doctor on there?”
“Those were goals. This is different. It started when I met you. It also includes falling madly in love, understanding true commitment, allowing myself to imagine a future.”
“You don’t need to imagine it, baby, it’s happening.”
“I believe you, honey.” She peers at me with so much trust, I want to hold her forever, protecting her from ever feeling unworthy again.
My phone vibrates in my chest pocket and she pulls it out, a little sigh escaping. “Our absence has been noticed.”
“Don’t fucking care.”
She wiggles off my dick, glancing around. “Where did you throw my panties?”
“Are you referring to the scrap of material held together by string?”
“They aren’t that skimpy.”
I raise an eyebrow.
She stands, giggling. “Okay, they may be risqué, but not much would go under this dress.”
“Which is why it’s getting destroyed.” I reluctantly hand her the piece of lace.
I rearrange my pants and stand, taking her hand.
She leans into me as I lead us back to the reception.
“I need to pop in here.” She releases my hold and points to the restroom.