Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
When I was Brandon, I did it all for her. I did it to survive until one day I could come back to her as a new man, with the means to take care of her the way she deserves.
As Rand, I’m whole physically. Worthy of her beauty, even if I’ll never be worthy of possessing her heart.
That won’t stop me from taking it, anyway.
She’s offered herself to me. It’s too late for her to turn back now.
I’m never giving her up.
I lead her into the manor, disabling the alarm with a quick tap on my phone. The security I have in place will help protect her, but it’s not enough to fully put my mind at ease. While I’m out hunting down my enemy, Ghost will watch over her. I need him in England as quickly as possible.
But I can’t call him in front of her right now. I need to come to an agreement with Ghost about how he’ll explain our friendship first. I won’t risk him slipping up and revealing hints about my dark past.
“You’re worried,” she observes. “Do you think we’ll be safe here?”
I gently grasp her shoulders, craving to hold her and reassure myself that she’s real and whole in my hands.
“No one will touch you as long as you’re with me,” I swear.
She nods. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan to go anywhere until we figure out what’s going on.” Her head tips back, and she sways towards me. “I know you’ll protect me.”
I can’t hold back any longer; I crush my lips to hers as I kick the door shut behind me. She meets me with a desperate kiss, her lips molding to mine. I flick my tongue against hers, and she opens for me, allowing me to claim her mouth in deep, hungry strokes.
She melts into me. We fit together perfectly.
I’m much bigger than I was when I was a lanky teenager, but this is how it’s always been between us. Nothing feels more right than having Karolina in my arms.
I only bring myself to tear my lips from hers so I can lift her up over my shoulder and carry her through the house, making our way to our bedroom. She relaxes against me with a delighted laugh. It reminds me of the night we were together at the hunt. She’s completely comfortable in my possessive hold.
She wants me.
She wants us.
I climb the stairs two at a time, eager to get her to our room. When we reach it, I toss her down on the huge fourposter bed I bought for us.
For a moment, I simply stare down at her. She’s perfect, her dark hair falling around her porcelain face, auburn threads gleaming through the dark locks like a subtle, fiery halo.
Her hands fist in my shirt, and she pulls herself upright so she can press her body against mine to claim a hungry kiss.
I groan, and she devours the sound of my weakness for her.
My fierce Karolina is so delicate in my careful hold, but she could command me with a word. She owns me.
But she’s mine, too.
And she likes it best when I take charge.
Her hands cup my cheeks, and she breaks our kiss. I barely breathe as I stare into her light green eyes, studying the way her pupils dilate with desire for me.
Shock punches me when she drops to her knees.
Her gaze is almost shy, with no sign of her usual brattiness.
This is raw and real. No games.
Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches for my belt.
“Karolina…”
“I’ve always wanted to do this with you,” she murmurs, unzipping my pants. “I want to taste you.”
I groan again, and my fingers thread through her hair.
She’s fantasized about taking my cock in her mouth for years.
I wish she would call me by my real name, but that’s madness.
This is more than enough. I’ll be Bones for her. I’ll be Rand.
I’m whatever she wants me to be. Whatever she needs.
She frees my cock from my pants, her touch bold despite her inexperience.
She’s staring at my dick as though it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my fingers tighten in her hair.
The urge to surge forward and sink into her hot mouth is almost overwhelming, but I restrain myself. This will happen on her terms. It’s a miracle that she’s touching me at all. I won’t betray her trust.
Disquiet threads through my lust. I’m still betraying her trust with every breath. I’m keeping so many secrets, and she’s shared everything with me.
Then she rubs her thumb over my cockhead, and all thoughts are obliterated. My knees almost buckle at the burst of pure pleasure, and I brace a hand against the bedpost for support.
She lifts her thumb to her mouth. My precum glistens on her skin. She licks it up.