Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“I think you are,” I say, moving my hand up and down his thickness. I can feel his veins pressing against my hand. Months of lust are trapped in him, ready to break free.
“Lia,” he snarls. “My… light.”
I smile, then my mouth opens in another shaky moan when I guide him to my entrance, and he arches his hips. He pushes into me, slickness flowing. He groans as if he might explode for a second. Like he’s holding himself back.
“Perfect… fucking… pussy,” he groans.
He pushes in deeper. I move one hand over his hand, the other still tangled up in my bra. My fingernails dig into his hard muscles. He pushes, pushes, until he’s buried all the way and we float here for a moment.
He fills me completely, my tunnel gripping him. I think I might have to tell him to stop, or go slow, until I feel the tension release and my body adjust to him. He feels it too, his lip twitching.
“You need this as badly as I do,” he groans, then slides slowly out.
He’s wrong. I need it more.
He pulls almost all the way out, holding himself there, staring meaningfully into my eyes. Then I scratch a hand down his back insistently. He loves how badly I want him. And I love that he cares so much.
Pushing back in, his tip presses against a deep, warm spot that sends pleasure spiraling through me. He slips out, and we begin moving together, no awkward movements, no hesitation. We flow into our rhythm as if we’ve discussed it beforehand. It’s natural, and it’s now.
Nothing else, just us.
I free my other hand and scratch my nails lightly down his chest. He’s holding himself up, his dark eyes flitting from my face to my chest to his cock slipping in and out of me. When he looks down at that, he turns animalistic. His pace picks up. I gasp as I try to keep up with him.
When his eyes move to my breasts, I let go of his chest and push them together. He thrust faster. The room fills with the messy, heated sounds of sex, wet and urgent, the bed squeaking under his hunger, our skin slapping together.
I bring my hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. When he lays his body against me – but not putting his weight on me – I almost lose it again. His skin is on fire, his hard body pushing against my breasts, my stomach. He’s covering me completely. I wrap my arms around him in a hug, and his pace changes.
Faster, harder, until we’re both bucking and writhing and moaning like our lives depend on it. When I feel another orgasm tickling at the edges, I almost can’t believe it. This has never happened for me before…
He kisses my neck and bites my shoulder softly. His whole body is tense as though he’s doing everything in his power not to let go until he feels me melt for him again.
Minutes pass, maybe more, with him like this.
He whispers in my ear, urgent and passionate. “Come… for… me…”
“Soon.” I gasp. “Suh-soon.”
“Soak… my… fucking… dick.”
He plunges into me, and I feel him releasing, the tension draining from his body as his teeth sink into my shoulder. The moment I feel this – the power I have over this big, scary, beautiful man – my body crests another wave of release.
I tighten around him, pulsing, feeling dizzy with the sheer force of it. He keeps going, fucking me for as long as he can, even as his cock begins to wilt. When he pulls out and he sees me still twitching, he presses his thumb against my clit and rubs furiously.
I drive against him, whimpering, until I’m spent and trying to catch my breath.
He lies next to me, pulling me into his arms.
“The mess,” I whisper.
“We can take a shower,” he tells me. “And I’ll change the sheets.”
I prop myself up on his chest, smiling widely. “You’ll change the sheets?”
He grins, gently cupping my face. “I love seeing you smile like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like you don’t have to hold on so tightly,” he says. “Like everything is going to be okay.”
I try to remember the complications, the fact he watched me without my permission. But I can’t care. I don’t. That’s the truth. Not after that. I just want to be happy and carefree and with him.
“You dodged the question,” I say.
He chuckles. “If it means you’ll stay in bed with me, then yeah, you’ll get the five-star Maksim bed turnover service.”
“Five-star? You rate yourself highly, then.”
He slides his hand through my hair. I tilt my head toward his touch, my body buzzing as if I’m on high. I feel lightheaded, and I can’t stop smiling.
“You’re everything, Lia,” he says, voice husky.
“Everything… how?”
“Everything I want. I need. Everything a savage like me probably doesn’t deserve. But I’m selfish, and I want you again. And again. And again.”