Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Well, he’s gone.”
“I’m never letting that happen to you again. Ever.”
I bite my lower lip and he hums a little, bringing his thumb up to slide it over my lip when I release it.
“What’s with you tonight, Sev?” I murmur.
His gaze smolders. “Maybe I’m pent-up. And maybe I want to take it out on you.”
My cock throbs beneath my pants.
Why is that so goddamn good?
“Fuck, that is hot, Sev.”
“I need you. Right now.”
I run my fingertips up the front of his shirt and onto his exposed skin. “I’ve never had anyone like me this much.”
“Fuck, I feel like I could explode right now,” he says.
I hold his gaze. “Then come take it out on me. Upstairs.”
He lets out a long, slow sigh, his eyes going a little wide. “You sure you’re ready for that, baby?”
“I’ve been fucking ready for it all night.”
He grips my arm and pulls me toward the staircase like he’s a lion bringing back prized prey. Someone calls out to us from the kitchen as they see us walking down the hall.
“Going to play some poker, you guys in?”
“Not now,” Sev tosses back, and as I follow him up the stairs, I slide my palm up below his jacket, running it over the small of his back through the soft fabric of his shirt.
This is what I’ve been seeing in his mood all night, I realize.
Something feral.
He’s so pent-up he’s almost ravenous, and the idea of him needing to take that out on me is making my cock even harder as he pulls me into my room.
He kicks the door closed behind us and his mouth is on mine again. He’s pulling at my shirt buttons, undoing them one by one. I’m taking off my belt at the same time, stripping it away and tossing it to the side, shoving off the rest of my clothes.
“Need your skin on mine,” he says.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
He crushes his lips to mine as I help him undo his own pants soon after. He refuses to stop kissing me even as he’s fumbling to get his clothes off, and we stumble further into the room until I fall to the floor, breathless underneath him.
And suddenly I’m looking up at the same dark angel I remember from that night at the Zenith party, feeling like that’s a thousand miles away from here.
That same raven tattoo along his forearm, with its dark wings.
And every inch of beautiful muscle adorning his body, while his eyes regard me like I’m something special.
Chosen, by him.
He slowly gets down on his knees to straddle me and I flip him over so that he’s the one with his back to the floor, and it’s as if his rabid fire is suddenly transferred to me.
I want to give him everything.
He pushes his fingers through my hair as I dip lower, moving down to his cock which is firm and waiting below, resting at the base of his abs.
I wrap my lips around his cock and take him deep, breathing in his familiar lightly spiced scent as I plunge lower.
We still don’t make sense, but the moment both of us broke through our walls there was no turning back.
Somehow, you became someone I could love.
As that word ripples through my mind, I’m flooded with heat.
Sev tugs at my hair, breathing as I flick my tongue under his tip, and it only makes me want to service his cock more. He was willing to do anything for me. He still is.
My own fierce protector, unleashed on the world.
“Needed you all fucking night, Weston,” he utters as I look up to catch his gaze. “Fuck, you’re perfect like this.”
I run my hands along his abs and up toward his chest, then slide my mouth down around his shaft.
I can feel his need to get off.
It’s something I’m growing attuned to, something I hope I can coax out of him every goddamn day of my life.
He’s bucking his hips up against me so hard that my nose is mashing up against the soft skin just above his cock. I grip his hips hard, and he brings one hand to rest gently at the front of my throat.
“I can feel it,” he utters. “Feel myself sliding into you. Every… fucking… movement.”
All I feel is pride.
He groans deeply as he feels my throat like that, and a moment later I feel the heat of his cum hit the back of my tongue as his entire body tenses.
There’s no other way to describe it, if it’s not love, I think, even now as I’m worshipping his cock and he uses my throat like it’s his prized possession.
I love it when he’s gentle, and I fucking love it when he’s rough.
I love every shade and facet of Sevan Berlant, including every side I thought I hated so much before.