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)
“Shut it, Willow.”
A spark of irritation crosses her gaze.
“Get used to it. Wake you up to ride my face every goddamned morning to have your taste on my tongue. Fucking addicted.”
The irritation morphs into a fiery desire that has my heart racing. Her hand slides into my shorts and she grips my cock, her breath hitching.
“Talon?”
“Yeah, babe?”
“Um… what is that?”
I roll, shucking my shorts, and prop on my side. “See for yourself.”
Her gaze drops and she gasps. “Are those barbells… as in plural?”
Christ, she’s cute. “Yeah.”
“You have your penis—”
If she wasn’t so gorgeous, my cock would shrivel at her terminology. “It’s a dick, babe.”
“Your dick has an earring in it.”
“Damaging my masculinity here.”
Her eyes snap to mine. “Didn’t that hurt?”
“Not as much as the pain I’m in now.”
“Can I touch it?”
God, she’s killing me. “You touch me and I’m not sure I can handle it.”
A cunning grin crosses her lips and she reaches out, rubbing her fingers across the tip.
Reflexively, I lurch at her touch, groaning when she scales her nails along the length.
“Fuck,” I hiss at the sensation from just her touch.
“It’s so… so…” She licks her lips and I’m done for, shifting back between her legs.
My gaze travels over every flawless inch of her. “Last chance, Princess, tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m more than ready.”
I close my eyes, willing myself not to slam into her and claim her like an animal.
When I open them, my heart seizes at the image. Willow’s dark hair fanned out on my pillows, her chest and stomach covered with my marks, her vibrant green eyes piercing into me.
Slowly, I slide inside, feeling her walls clamp around me.
“Relax, baby.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me further.
My body hums with a need so intense it threatens to bring me to the edge without even moving.
Then I realize why.
Her silky skin is pulsing, welcoming me.
Nothing in my life compares to the feel of this.
Just us, nothing else.
A moment seared in my brain forever.
I’m a selfish bastard, but I can’t make this decision for her.
“Baby, I lost my fucking mind when you touched me. Do I need a condom?”
“I’m on the pill.”
“I know, I unpacked them.”
“I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, and he always wore…”
“Not worried about that motherfucker right now. I’m asking if you want me to wear protection. I’m clean, but it’s up to you.”
She hesitates for a split second before shaking her head.
Her expression is everything.
Desire, lust, and heat mixed with something stronger. Trust.
I hold her eyes, thrusting deep.
She inhales sharply, her muscles contracting.
“Swear to God, I’m barely holding on, Princess.”
A flash of satisfaction crosses her gaze as she surges up and cries out.
My brain short circuits when I fill her completely. “I want you to feel me with every step tomorrow.”
“It’s too much.” She squirms, her nails digging into my biceps.
I slow, glancing to where we’re connected and giving her a minute to adjust to my movements. Her death grip loosens, her hands moving to my chest.
She crunches up, skimming her lips across mine.
Her arms circle me, holding on when my speed increases to find the perfect pace. With each stroke, my control veers on unhinged.
Her breathing turns to pants and she tightens her muscles, pulling me in so deep my vision clouds.
This woman is going to kill me. “Fuck, baby, you can’t do that.”
“I’m so close.”
“Let go, I’ve got you.”
Her body rocks, her head rolling back as she purrs out my name, wetness coating my dick.
Jesus, I’m recording that sound.
My control breaks and I drive into her over and over, the knot of primal need uncoiling low inside.
“Talon, please.” Her cries turn to moans, her body close again.
I pound into her twice more and she screams, bringing me with her.
My dick erupts, emptying inside her until she’s limp in my arms.
Our hearts beat in sync, her warm breath coating my skin.
I was wrong earlier. Sliding inside her perfect pussy is seared in my brain. But there is no comparison to this moment.
Then my senses kick in. “Shit baby, you okay?”
“Okay isn’t the right word,” she murmurs.
“Two days ago, you were in the hospital, and I fucked you like a madman.”
She lifts her head and the expression on her face takes my breath away.
“Do not ruin the best sex of my life with the overprotective alpha act.”
“Overprotective alpha act?”
“Yes, this macho, neanderthal gig you have going on.”
I grin, smart enough not to tell her it’s not a gig and she’ll get used to it. “Best sex of your life?”
“By far.”
My grin grows in triumph.
“Don’t get cocky.” She wiggles to get free, but I hold tighter.
“Princess, I slid into your perfect pussy, for the first time in my life bare, and felt everything you gave me. Not to mention, having the taste of you on my tongue. Let me have this.”
She blows out a breath, her eyes glimmering. “Okay, you can be cocky.”