Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
I dig my nails into his upper arms, my back bowing from the bed when I feel what he's doing. I want it. Need it. God, I hope it never fades.
He sucks one hard nipple into his mouth, biting down gently. Sparks of intense pleasure shoot through my body as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud before releasing it with a wet pop.
He lavishes the other breast with the same intense devotion until I'm writhing beneath him, my hands fisting in his long hair.
"Grayson," I gasp, tossing my head restlessly against the pillow. "Please, I need…"
"I know what you need, baby," he rumbles against my skin. "I'm going to give it to you."
I whimper in response to his promise…and again when he kisses a fiery trail down my body, his lips dragging over my quivering flesh.
When he reaches my stomach, he pauses, his breath hot against my skin. His eyes lock with mine. My breath stalls in my chest at the expression on his face. It's so damn fierce, so damn devoted.
Slowly, reverently, he dips his head, placing a tender kiss against the deepest stretchmark on my stomach. I bite my lip, fighting a sob.
He wrecks me as he seeks out and kisses every single mark, his devotion and gratitude spilling across my skin as hot tears leak from his eyes. Tears prick my eyes, too, the raw emotion of what he's doing, the pure love and gratitude pouring from him, stealing my breath.
His hand slips between my thighs as he continues his sensual pilgrimage, familiarizing himself with every change pregnancy wrought on my body. His talented fingers find my wet, aching sex. I moan brokenly, arching into his touch when he circles my clit, sending pleasure coiling through me.
"You're so fucking wet for me," he groans appreciatively, teasing my entrance with two fingers. "I can feel how much you want this, Mina. How desperate you are for me."
"Yes," I whimper, lifting my hips into his touch. "I've missed you so much. Missed this. Please, Grayson…"
This isn't like it was yesterday. This isn't desperation and pain. This is healing. This is us…how we used to be. Back when he'd torment me with pleasure for hours, just because he could. Just because I was his and he was mine and we could do whatever the hell we wanted. I missed this.
He shoulders my legs further apart, making room for himself between them. I feel the scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs as he places worshipful kisses there, too. It's like he can't stop himself. Now that I'm right here in front of him again, he has to touch me everywhere, taste me everywhere.
The first swipe of his tongue through my folds is too much bliss for one woman to contain. I'm not supposed to feel like this. It's not supposed to be this damn good. And yet…it is.
"Grayson!" I sob, my back bowing off the bed.
He moans against me like he's just tasted heaven itself. "Fuck, baby. You're even sweeter than I remembered. So goddamn perfect."
And then he's lost in me, devouring me with an intensity that steals my breath. He's everywhere—sucking on my clit, thrusting deep inside to stroke all those places that make me see stars, sliding through my folds to lick up every drop I spill for him.
He's a man possessed, driven by the unrelenting need to reclaim every part of me. The way he makes love to me is…beautiful. Transcendent. Every flick of his tongue, each press of his lips, is an act of worship. He showers me with devotion, pouring every ounce of his love and longing into pleasuring me.
He leaves me mindless, reduced to gasps and broken cries of his name. And still, he doesn't stop. The pleasure goes on and on, an endless sea of ecstasy.
Pressure builds until I'm dangling on the edge of a knife, my body taut and trembling, desperate to plunge over the side into forever. Into that perfect, peaceful place only he's ever been able to take me.
He flicks his gaze up, his eyes meeting mine.
"I love you forever, Mina."
His tongue swirls around my clit…and I fall, screaming, into oblivion. Into him. Into us. Always, into us.
Chapter Nine
Priest
Iwatch Mina's face as she loses herself in the pleasure. She's fucking beautiful as she comes undone for me, shattering into pieces. Ecstasy sears her expression, lighting her up like a supernova as she arches beneath me, her mouth open in a soundless cry.
It's the most beautiful thing I've seen next to the sight of her standing beside our daughter. Christ, I'd kill for this woman. Die for her. Fell fucking armies for her. My soul is hers, bound so tightly to her that not even six years in hell was even to sever the connection. Nothing ever will. I won't allow it.