Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
When I’m on the edge again, biting my cheek to keep from screaming a plea, he finally takes pity on me. He fills me in one hard thrust, not stopping until his hips are flush with my ass and I’m writhing on his cock. In pleasure. In pain. He’s so damn big. Every time he’s in me, I forget how to breathe.
He grunts, reveling in that first deep thrust and in how it feels to be connected again. He engulfs me as his body bows over mine. One hand tangles with mine against the wall, pinning me in place. His lips ghost across the back of my neck in silent, reverent prayer. My body erupts in chills, the kind I feel everywhere.
“You keep letting me in you bare, you’ll be carrying my kid soon, Raven,” he says.
I hear the desire in his voice, the ache. My own rises to meet it, just as poignant, just as powerful. I’d give this gorgeous man fifteen babies if he asked it of me, and I’d love every second of it.
“Don’t let anyone hear you,” he whispers.
He fucks me in slow, deep thrusts, pushing forward until the tip of his dick is against my cervix and then rocking back to do it all over again. He stays bent over me, keeping me pinned in place, my cheek against the rough, cool wood. When I turn my head slightly, I see the crowded bar. People move in flashes and flickers, no more than small parts of them visible—an arm here, the side of a face there.
Somehow, Rhys knows I’m watching them. Somehow, he knows me. Every naughty, wanton thought in my head, every forbidden desire. Nothing is secret from him. Whether that’s because he’s a detective or because I’m an open book, I don’t know. But I love it.
“Do you think any of them know what I’m doing to you back here, princess?” he asks.
“Rhys,” I moan, too turned on to think straight.
“Do you think they know how good you feel wrapped around my cock?” He nips my ear and then soothes it with his tongue.
“I…”
“They’ll never know how good you feel,” he growls, jealous and territorial. I don’t have to ask to know how he’d react if anyone saw us together like this. He’d flip this bar upside down in rage. And yet he gives me this anyway because I wanted it. Because he always gives me exactly what I want, even when doing it drives him crazy. “You’re mine.”
His gritty words grind against my insides, shaking loose a desperation I’ve never felt before. I want to belong to this man, more than I want anything. I’m so in love with him. I don’t know how I’m supposed to leave him when summer ends. I can’t. I know I can’t.
“You’ll always be mine, Raven,” he growls in my ear, still tormenting me with those slow thrusts. “No one else will ever touch you like this or fuck you like this. No one. This body is mine.”
“Rhys,” I cry, writhing against the wall. He’s ruining me with his words. With his breath in my ear. With his cock buried inside me.
“I heard your song, princess,” he says, releasing my hand where it’s pinned against the wall to plunge his into my hair. He cranes my head back, pulling just enough to make it sting. His mouth lands against the side of my cheek, his breath a harsh pant. “You think I don’t feel the same way? That I wouldn’t kill for you?”
“Rhys,” I sob, my heart jumping into my throat. He means it; I know he does.
“You’re my soul, songbird. You hear me? You’re my soul.”
For the first time since my dad died, I know joy. It rips through me with the force of a hurricane. Everything grows brighter, the weight that’s been on my chest for days dissolving into nothing. I truly get lost then, in him. In love. In the storm raging through me, threatening to unmake me at the cellular level.
“I’ll never give you up,” he whispers, his lips against mine. “Not ever.”
“Don’t stop,” I sob, dancing that line between ecstasy and outright rapture.
He doesn’t stop. He grips my hip, holding me still as he picks up the pace, pounding into me. He fucks me hard, knocking me breathless with every hard thrust. And still, it’s not enough for me. Not hard enough, not deep enough. I’m greedy when it comes to him, always wanting more, always needing more.
“I hope I do get you pregnant. Right here and right now.”
A sob builds in my throat as sensation begins to overwhelm me, pushing me closer to that line where life and death meet. I cry out his name as the line snaps and I vibrate apart, spiraling into another dimension. An explosion of color dances behind my eyelids, pulsing in time to the music around us, to the grind of his hips against mine, to the beat of his heart against my back.