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)
"Cord," I moan when his cock nestles against my clit.
"I was content with my life before you, princess." He rains kisses across my face, being so gentle with me, I think I might cry. Only, it doesn't feel like a bad thing this time. For once in my life, tears don't make me feel weak. "And then I saw you and realized content wasn't good enough anymore. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you, Cassia. I want you more every fucking minute I spend with you."
He moves down my body, lavishing attention on me all over again. He sucks and bites and kisses until I'm whimpering and writhing beneath him, unable to stay still. His tongue dips into my belly button. His lips slide down my belly. His teeth rake across my hipbone. Before he ever touches my pussy, I'm on the edge, so sensitive I think I'm going to explode right then and there.
And then he throws my legs over his shoulders and kisses my pussy. He steals my breath with that wicked tongue and his firm grip. I arch and buck and cry. God, I cry his name over and over. But that's not what he wants to hear. He demands that I tell him I love him.
"Again," he says between long, languid licks.
"I love you."
"Again."
Sweat drips down my body, those three words leaving my lips in a litany as he drags me up the cliff. My temperature rises higher and higher. I try to hurry him along, to make him go faster, but he doesn't. He takes his time, eating me at his leisure. He does it again and again, until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
By the time he finally lets me go over, I'm wrung out. I slip off the edge with a sharp cry of relief I feel in my soul…in that same place I feel him. Waves of ecstasy break me open, scattering me from one side of forever to the other.
Cord picks up each shattered piece, putting me back together with his rough hands and the hard press of his body against mine. With his breath in my ear and his lips against my skin. He shelters me, protects me, roots me to earth while the rest of me flies.
When I open my eyes, he smiles down at me, brushing sweaty strands of hair back from my face. "There you are," he says, nudging his nose against mine as his lips trail across my cheek. He kisses the corner of my mouth, hooking my leg up over his hip again.
We groan together as he pushes his way inside me, impaling me on him. He's so deep I feel the tip of his erection against my cervix. I dance a razor's edge between pleasure and pain. It's the most incredible feeling.
"Pretty baby," he groans, his big body trembling above mine. "Say it again."
"I love you, Cord," I whisper, tears in my eyes. "I love you."
He cries out my name, my words unraveling his self-control. His eyes meet mine, his expression raw with need. It might be my imagination, but I think his eyes are damp too.
Powerful thrusts send me inching up the bed. It groans and rocks beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall. He kisses me again and again, as if he can't stop himself. Each delightful, wicked thrust has me crying out his name, clawing down his back…pleading for him to go harder.
He demands that I tell him I love him over and over again. The words break from my lips in loud cries. They fill the room, echoing back to us. Every time I say them, he holds me tighter, fucks me harder. He roars my name until his sounds fill the room too. I'm completely surrounded by him, drowning in him…and I don't ever want to come up for air.
He's a machine, fucking me from one orgasm to the next. He doesn't let up until I'm wrecked beneath him, pleading for mercy. Only then does he slow his pace. His lips seek mine, his heart pounding against my chest. We're wrapped so tightly around one another it's as if we've become one person.
"Pretty, pretty baby," he breathes, kissing me slow and sweet. He makes love to me the same way this time. Slowly. Sweetly.
When I cry out his name and come for him this time, he follows me over. He thrusts deep and stills, groaning my name. I hold him tightly, writhing as he comes apart for me with his head thrown back and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He looks exactly like he did in my fantasies…only somehow even better. That was a dream, wishful thinking. This is real.
"I love you," I whisper when he falls limp.
"Cassia," he breathes, rolling to the side to keep from crushing me. He pulls me up against him, wrapping his arms around me. His lips brush my forehead before his head settles against my shoulder.