Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42707 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42707 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
He waited for it to happen again, which it did. He lifted up and stared down at her. There were no more tears now.
Silence fell between them.
He stayed perfectly still within her.
“I … the pain is gone,” she said. Her cheeks were a beautiful shade of red.
“You’re not in pain?”
“I don’t think so.”
“If this hurts, you tell me.” He waited and she nodded. He held her hands as he eased out of her tight heat so only the tip of him remained. He paused before thrusting inside her.
She gasped and he paused. “Pain?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt. It’s … different.”
“Not painful?”
“No. I’m full.” She frowned. “Could you do it again?”
He slid out of her and repeated it, thrusting inside her. This time, her moan was clearer to him. She wanted this to happen.
“Don’t stop,” she said as he slowed down.
He raised an eyebrow, but she couldn’t see. He thrust in deep and hard, making her take him fast. She arched up, and he was mesmerized as her big breasts bounced with each thrust.
Leaning down, he captured one nipple so he could suck her. He noticed her hands holding on to the bedsheets, her grip almost white with how strong she held them.
She didn’t touch him. Only her legs wrapped around his waist, prodding him on.
His orgasm was so close, too close. He didn’t want this to end and yet, he couldn’t find a way to stop himself.
She moaned his name.
That was all it took. His name on her lips. With one final thrust forward, he slammed in balls deep and came hard, spilling his release inside her.
She moaned his name again, and he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. Over and over, his orgasm was prolonged. He closed his eyes, basking in every second. It wasn’t exactly how he imagined their first time, but he knew he was going to enjoy teaching her how to enjoy sex. They had a lot of time to make up for.
Kissing her lips, he lifted up. “I’m going to run a bath. Stay here.” He eased out of her pussy and saw their combined releases mixed with blood on the sheets.
Drake went straight to the bathroom, ran a bath, added some soothing salts, which he used after he’d been in fights, and came back with a cloth. He wiped away the evidence, took her hands, and eased her off the bed.
She tried to hide her nakedness, so he caught both of her hands within his, not letting her hide any part of herself. She was precious, not to be hidden.
“You’re going to have to burn the sheets,” she said.
He had no intention of burning anything.
The blood on the blanket would be a reminder of who she belonged to. Mira had said she had nothing more to give him with the additional debt she’d rang up in waiting to decide. She had a hell of a lot more to give. Her body and womb were one payment. Her virginity covered a great deal more. But there was one more thing he wanted, and she had yet to give it to him.
Her love.
It was all he wanted. He didn’t want to force it from her, but earn it.
From some of the pictures he’d had taken of her without her knowledge, he knew she was capable of loving. He wanted to be the person she wanted, the person she looked to. The person she came to for everything.
This was one thing he wanted from her more than anything. The baby, the money, all of that was moot. Yes, he wanted her knocked up, but that was to keep her beside him for the rest of their lives.
“I’ll take care of the sheets,” he said.
“Just burn them,” she said. “They’re useless.”
He said nothing as he led her into the bathroom. The water was at a good level, and he checked the temperature. Helping her into the tub, he ordered her to relax, not sure if she would follow his instructions. He doubted it.
Returning to the bedroom, he bundled up the sheets and took them toward his office to deal with. She would never know that he kept them. He changed the bedding quickly and went to the bathroom, a little shocked to find her still in the stand-alone tub.
She didn’t open her eyes as she rested back on the ledge, and he took his fill of her.
So beautiful and open.
He didn’t know how long he’d loved her. It had been for a long time, but he’d been too fucking stubborn, waiting for the right moment to win her completely.
Some men would have started with dinner and dancing, not him. He knew the only way to win in life was to own the person completely, which was what he now had with Mira.
She opened her eyes and jerked up.
“Are you sore?” he asked.