Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
After pushing me over the edge, two thick fingers slid in, curling against that perfect spot while his mouth worked me mercilessly for a second release.
“Lucas, please,” I pleaded.
He lifted his head, his lips wet and swollen. “Not yet, baby. I want you soaked and desperate before I take you.”
He built me up again, but slower this time. There was more sensual teasing, drawing out every whimper and plea until another orgasm crashed over me. I shattered hard, screaming his name as pleasure ripped through me in violent waves.
“Yes! Oh yes, Lucas!”
Only then did he rise, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. His dick was hard and already leaking. He notched the head at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine.
“I’ll do my best to go slow,” he promised, his voice strained. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I wiggled, my fists pushing against the small of my back. “Um…maybe you could untie my hands first? It’s a little uncomfortable now.”
“Shit, baby. Yeah.” He flipped me onto my side and undid the knotted towels, freeing my arms. Then he rubbed them for a moment, making sure the blood was flowing properly, before he rolled me onto my back again. “Better?”
“Yeah.” I smiled up at him. “But we may need to try it that way some other time, when you’re not taking my virginity.”
His answering grin was wolfish, easing the harsh planes of his face. “Something to look forward to.”
He pushed in carefully, inch by inch. There was pressure and a stretching fullness. Even a faint burn, but no blinding pain. My body was so relaxed and drenched from the orgasms he’d already given me that the discomfort was manageable.
When he finally seated himself fully, he stilled, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine. “You okay?”
I nodded, then managed words. “It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“Thank fuck.”
He began to move with long, measured strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside me. Each thrust built the pleasure higher. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clutched at his shoulders, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “This tight little pussy was made for me. Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “So good.”
My words spurred him on, and his rhythm quickened. He went harder and faster until the bed creaked beneath us.
“You’re going to take me like you were made for it. And you’re gonna feel me for days.”
My inner walls fluttered at his dirty talk, and his hand slipped between our bodies, his thumb circling my clit in perfect time with his thrusts.
“Come again,” he demanded. “Let me feel you milk my cock while I fill you up.”
The command pushed me over. I shattered, my inner walls pulsing around him as my vision darkened. He followed with a guttural groan, slamming deep and pulsing inside me. The hot, endless jets seemed to go on forever.
When the aftershocks faded, he eased out carefully and rolled us so I was tucked against his chest. “You’re mine. From this moment, you fucking breathe for me.”
11
KEVLAR
For the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn’t waking to adrenaline, tension, or the kind of hyper-alert readiness that never really left me. Not even years after the military. I was warm, grounded…anchored. Because Maren was in my arms.
She was curled against my chest, her breath steady and lips parted slightly as she slept. Her skin was warm and flushed, and her legs tangled with mine beneath the sheets. My arm was wrapped around her waist, and my palm was splayed over her belly like it belonged there. As if protecting what was mine—Maren.
Shit. I hadn’t used a condom any of the times I’d taken her through the night. I waited for panic to take over, but instead, I felt hope. I realized I wanted my seed to take root. To see Maren round and swollen with our baby.
I knew I’d need to talk to her about the fact that I’d come inside her without protection, but I wasn’t ready. So I didn’t move because I didn’t want to, but also because I didn’t want to wake her and risk breaking whatever this was.
However, I knew that when reality intruded, she would still belong to me. Hell, she’d been a virgin last night and let me claim every inch of her. She’d given me everything without hesitation or fear. It had undone something in me.
The sun filtered in through the blinds, casting soft stripes across her back. Her hair spilled over the pillow, and my fingers found a loose curl to twirl absently as I stared at the ceiling and breathed her in.
She sighed then, shifting slightly against me. Her thigh brushed my hip, and one of her hands drifted against my chest, dragging fingernails lightly through the hair there.