Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
It had felt too fucking real.
I sat there in the pre-dawn light, my chest heaving and cock hard like steel. Panic clawed under my skin, but it didn’t last long. Not once did I turn to look at her.
She was still here. Naked and tangled in the sheets I’d fucked her into last night.
And she looked like fucking heaven.
Elena’s cheek was pressed to the pillow, her lips parted just slightly. Her hair spilled across the sheets in dark waves, her back bare and smooth, the blanket barely covering her hips.
My gut twisted—need and relief fusing, impossible to separate.
She was here.
But I needed more than that.
I needed her under me again. Her breath caught in her throat, her legs wrapped around me, and her pussy clenched around my cock so tight I’d forget everything else. I needed to be buried inside her to remind myself she was real. That she was mine.
Because if I didn’t fuck this need out of my system, I was going to lose my damn mind.
I slipped the blanket lower, just enough to bare her ass, and my cock twitched. She didn’t stir. She was out cold, exhausted from last night. But she had to be sore from how hard I’d fucked her last night. No matter how much I needed it, I wouldn’t hurt her. So I leaned in close, my mouth brushing her ear.
“Elena,” I murmured, my voice low and rough. “Baby, wake up.”
She stirred, her brow furrowing before her eyes blinked open. She saw me, and instead of fear, there was that soft trust again.
“Reeve?” she whispered, still sleepy.
“I need you. Now.”
She nodded.
“Are you sore?”
“No,” she whispered, skating the fingertips of one hand along my jaw. “If you need me, take me.”
That was it.
I pulled her onto her back and dragged her thighs open, settling between them as if I belonged there. Because I fucking did. Her breath caught as I pushed her knees wide, baring her fully in the soft light bleeding through the curtains.
“You’re gonna take all of me again, baby,” I growled. “No warm-up. No teasing. Just my cock. Hard. Deep. Until you’re screaming my name.”
She moaned, her hips lifting for me even though her eyes were still heavy with sleep.
“Look at you,” I rasped. “Drenched and ready. I fucked you into the mattress a few hours ago, and your pussy’s still begging for it.”
“Reeve,” she breathed, squirming under me.
“You need it again, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Then take it.”
I gripped her hips, lined up, and thrust inside her in one hard, claiming stroke.
She gasped—more surprise than pain—and her back arched, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist.
I buried myself to the hilt and held still for a second, my teeth clenched, trying not to come the second I felt her grip me. “That’s my good girl. Taking me so damn deep.”
She was soaked already—still wet from last time, or maybe just fucking perfect for me. Her pussy sucked me in like she didn’t want to let go, and that snapped the last thread of my restraint.
I started to move. Brutal, deep, and fast.
Our bodies slapping together filled the room, filthy and loud. She clawed at my back, her nails scoring the skin, but I didn’t slow down. Didn’t hold back.
“This pussy is mine,” I growled. “You understand me?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“All of you. Every inch. Every moan. Every time you come, it’s on my cock. Say it.”
“It’s yours,” she cried out. “I’m yours.”
“That’s fucking right.”
I slammed into her harder, sweat slick between us, her tits bouncing with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, biting her gently, tongue lashing over the swollen peak.
“You like that, baby? Like getting fucked as you belong to me?”
“Yes, Reeve, please. I’m so close.”
“Good. Come for me. Let me feel that tight little pussy strangle my cock.”
She broke with a cry, her body locking up, pussy squeezing me so hard I saw stars. But I didn’t stop. I kept driving into her, grinding deep until her orgasm tipped me right over the fucking edge.
“Fuck, Elena,” I roared, slamming one last time and locking in. My hips jerked as I came, spilling inside her.
My forehead dropped to hers, both of us panting.
She blinked up at me, dazed and utterly spent, her eyes fluttering half-closed. “That was…”
“You’re not even gonna finish that sentence, baby.” My voice was ragged. “Because I already know.”
Her eyes slipped shut. And just like that, she passed out. Fucking gone.
I stayed inside her. I couldn’t leave her body. Not yet.
I shifted us gently, rolling onto my back and dragging her with me. Her legs tangled with mine, and her body curled on top of me, still wrapped around my cock, still mine.
I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in, my heart finally starting to slow, and my body settling. The terror from the dream was gone. The fury, the panic—it all burned off in the fire of her body, in the proof that she was here. With me. Wrapped around me. Branded by what we’d just done.