Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“This is all I’ve ever wanted,” Dylan said, still lying there, taking me, holding me inside him. I knew in his tone that he wasn’t just speaking about the physical. This went deeper. Our souls tied together in a way that was unbreakable and all-encompassing. A kind of love that was rare to find.
“Me too.” I don’t think I’d ever said a more honest statement. I truly had wanted this kind of connection with someone for so long, I’d just been terrified to admit it to myself. And the block that Macie had placed on me made me think I’d never find it, even when the man who was meant to be my fated mate was standing right in front of me. But it didn’t matter that there were outside forces meddling in our happiness. Because I always chose Dyl.
I always chose us. Fate didn’t have to choose for me this time. I’d made my decision up on my own, and that decision was only reinforced by the hands of fate once that block was removed.
My forever fated mate.
Dylan
My heart was as full as…well, as full as my ass.
It sounded silly, but it truly was a sense of being complete that I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel. And I wanted to hold onto this feeling for the rest of time. Beyond this life and into the next. Whatever came (hah), I knew I’d be happy so long as Miles was by my side. Whether inside me or out, I just needed his companionship promised to me in a way that only a fated mate could do.
Out of all my conquests, all my empty one-night stands, all my failed dates and my shitty relationships, I was so fucking happy that it was Miles who made it through. It was touch and go at first, back when we had no idea what was really going on with our connection, but in the end, that didn’t really matter much. Miles proved to me that he was mine, regardless of what fate had chosen for us.
There was no better feeling than that.
Well…
I wiggled my hips and felt him throb inside me. It made me leak some more. I groaned and reached behind my head, rubbing his, feeling the soft curls of his hair in my fingers as he slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts. It was still relaxed and calm and sensual, and I loved it.
“Miles,” I groaned, my dick twitching, my balls feeling so full. I needed him to empty inside me so I could chase his release, so I could feel the relief.
His hand tightened around my hip. “Fuck, Dyl.” His words vibrated through me. The way he said my name was like a drug. He kept pushing in deeper, deeper, holding himself inside me then thrusting again. That roughness in his voice sent heat straight through me. I reached behind my head and found his hair, dragging my fingers through the soft curls as he buried his face against my neck.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He laughed once, breathless. “Wasn’t planning on it.”
“Good.”
I pushed back against him, wanting every bit of closeness I could get. I wanted all of him. Wanted to feel him lose whatever careful control he still had left.
“Come on,” I whispered. “I want it.”
His breath hitched. I knew he was getting close, same as I was.
“Dylan.”
“I mean it.” I turned my head enough that my lips brushed his cheek. “Give it to me. Fill me up with your cum. Leave me dripping.”
He started to fuck me hard, going in balls deep. We were both filling the hotel room with our moans. I held onto the back of his head, his cock throbbing inside me. I could tell he was close—closer, closer… “Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” I shouted. He answered with a low growl as he stilled behind me, buried to the hilt, exploding inside me as I covered the sheets in my cum.
It felt never-ending and all-encompassing and everything I ever fucking wanted and more.
And I had it. I had him. I had my fated mate, and I never wanted to let go.
“Holy fuck,” I said with a chuckle. My body felt like jell-o. I could hardly form a thought with how fried my brain was. It was the best feeling in the fucking world.
Miles kissed the back of my neck, tenderly, his cock still twitching inside me. He held me like that for a long moment. I looked out the window at the Chicago skyline with a wide grin on my face. “I love you, Dyl,” he said against the back of my neck, following it up with some more kisses.
“I love you, too, baby.”
My phone vibrated on the nightstand just then. I didn’t even separate myself from Miles. Just reached for it and unlocked it, reading it while Miles still filled me with his cock.