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)
My hands cup her ass, holding her tight as I thrust.
“This isn’t the savage beast who wants to fuck you hard until you’re screaming my name. This is me being inside you. Wanting to feel you. More importantly, wanting you to feel me moving inside you.”
“I feel you.”
“You got yourself all wound up. Tonight is just another night.”
“It’s much more.”
“Remember this. Anytime you get anxious, remember me being right here deep inside you. Knowing I crave this for the rest of my fucking life.”
Her gaze clears and she swivels to meet my strokes. My tongue slides inside her mouth, sweeping through and curling with hers.
She grips the back of my neck tightly, lifting and slamming back down.
Need rumbles up my throat as my balls constrict.
I break away. She pants against my lips, her eyes a mix of lust and fire.
My sweet Willow wants it hard. She wants the savage beast.
I speed my thrusts, pounding into her roughly.
Her nails bite into my skin, her pussy clenching me until the knot in my spine unravels.
“Babe…”
“God, yes!” She tenses then bucks, her pussy convulsing and pulling me over the edge with her.
My cock spasms, pulsing as it empties into her soaking heat.
“Shit.” I drop my forehead to hers, feeling her heart racing with mine.
“I can’t believe we did that.”
“You shouldn’t be surprised.”
“I’m buying an industrial fool-proof lock. “
“No lock will keep me away from you.”
She grins, loosening her death grip. “Now I have to do a major clean-up and find new underwear.”
“Sexy as hell, knowing you’re full of—”
“Do not finish that sentence. Usually, I find it absurdly alluring with your caveman act. But tonight, I’m meeting your parents. I don’t want to think about being full of you.”
I smile wide. “Hate to break it to you, Princess, but my parents know I’m not a virgin.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Considering they know I moved you in, they know you’re not one either.”
Her eyes widen. “Talon! You did not tell them I live here.”
I kiss her quickly, slip out, and set her on her feet before readjusting my pants.
“Are you going to clean up?”
“Nope, I like having you on me.”
The motion sensor chimes, and I know our time is up. Her face fills with panic. “Who is here?
“Probably my parents.”
“I thought we were meeting them at the restaurant.”
“Change of plans.”
She jolts, shoving past me to the sink. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”
“I tried, but when I opened the door, my intentions changed.”
She wets a cloth. “You mean, before you broke into the bathroom.”
I shrug. “I didn’t mess up your hair or make-up.’
“Thank God for that.” She glares at me in the mirror.
“I didn’t mark you.”
Her glare flickers, and fuck if my dick doesn’t lurch again.
We need to leave this bathroom or we’ll never greet my parents. “Hurry up.” I go to the bedroom, texting my dad we’ll be right out.
It doesn’t take long for Willow to hustle in, hopping on one foot as she slides the other into a heel.
“I think I’m ready.” Her nerves from earlier are gone but she’s still worried.
“Not yet, something isn’t right.”
“Oh no, my lip gloss.”
“Not your lip gloss.” I cup my chin and pretend to do a once-over.
“Yeah, not working.” I take the bag from the side of the bed and hand it over.
She glances at it skeptically. When she removes the box from inside, she inhales. “Talon, you didn’t.”
“Open it.”
She places the box on the dresser and gently lifts the lid. “Oh my God, Talon… I can’t… these are…”
“Do you remember that first day in the clinic when I called you firefly?”
“You referred to me as a beetle.”
“Hope, love, passion, inspiration, transformation… Fireflies represent many meanings in different cultures. But one thing is common, their shining light. Some refer to it as enchanting. That’s why I called you firefly.”
“You never used it again.”
“You are all those things and more. Princess isn’t the most original, but I knew you were meant to be my princess. And my princess is enchanting and deserves to sparkle. The salesman said the crystals are effervescent.”
Her eyes shine as she focuses back on the box.
When Rowan sent me the picture with a not-so-subtle hint, ‘These slingbacks scream Willow’s name’, I didn’t know what the fuck a slingback was.
But I trusted her.
An hour later, I was leaving Neiman Marcus with a pair of shoes and a highly amused Ace, who invited himself.
Willow kicks off her shoes and slips on the new pair with shaky hands. “They are exquisite.”
My debt of gratitude to Rowan keeps racking up.
Jesus, fuck, her legs… those shoes…
“I can’t believe you bought these. They cost… They’re Amina Muaddi.”
I’m not an expert in women’s designer wear, but I’ll become one if it puts that air of marvel on her face.
“Tonight is a huge step in our relationship,” she whispers. “I desperately want your parents to approve of me.”