Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Instantly, Zane’s fingers sink into my hair, tugging at the strands harshly. Each tug sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Fucking, fuck…”
I look up at him, his cock in my mouth, and I see how vulnerable, how bare, he looks. This is Zane, the dark, psychotic criminal that would slaughter, destroy, and rip the world apart for me, and he is all mine. I’ll never give him up. Never.
Releasing his cock, I toss a leg over his hip and straddle him. My hands move to his shoulders to steady myself while his hands move to my hips, holding me in place. My slickness slides over his hard abs, and I lift myself, guiding the head of his cock to my entrance.
Our gazes collide and stay that way as I sink down on his length, impaling myself. I can feel him deep, so deep. Feel us becoming one single eternity.
The air sizzles as our bodies come together, and our breaths mingle as we both pause, relishing in the tremors of pleasure that wrack our bodies.
“I love you,” I say, sighing as I start to move up and down at a torturous pace.
“I love you more,” Zane groans, and his head tips back against the headboard. He watches me through hooded eyes, his fingers digging into my hips, not guiding, but anchoring me. I love the way he’s looking at me right now, like I’m his heaven, the moon, and the stars in the sky. Like I’m his everything.
“Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful…”
“Me either,” I say, letting out a gasp as his hips flex up and the head of his cock brushes against my g-spot. I’m full, so full. I can’t tell where he starts and where I end. Grinding against him, I move back and forth like a wave against the beach.
Releasing my hips, his hands roam my body, mapping out each inch of flesh, touching parts of my soul. We’re frenzied, gasoline and fire, lightning and thunder, and we’ll burn the world around us to the ground.
“I’m close,” I whimper, tipping my head back, placing my hands against his firm chest as I ride him. He lets me take from him until I shatter like glass into a million pieces, and then he rolls us, taking from me, fucking me like an animal in heat.
Each stroke is raw and steals my breath a little more than the last. By the time Zane comes, we’re both sticky with sweat, our breaths ragged, and our hearts thundering in our chests. Zane rolls off of me and pulls me into his side, our combined scents fill my nostrils while the warmth of his body seeps into mine.
I never want to leave this bed.
“There is no me without you. There is only us,” Zane whispers into my hair.
“Us. Forever. For always,” I croak and let my heavy eyes fall closed, knowing that tomorrow we have nothing to fear. There is no one to hide from, no one to watch for. There is only the future, and it looks a whole lot brighter now.
Epilogue
Family becomes everything when you’ve never had it before. A year ago, I was all alone, living on my own, with only one person who I thought cared about me. Lonely didn’t even begin to cover what I felt. One year later, and I’ve got a whole new family. Xander and Damon have taken me in as if years didn’t separate us. They have families of their own, and I cannot wait to share mine and Zane’s happy news with them.
Zane and I got married in a tiny little ceremony three months ago. Xander walked me down the aisle and gave me away while my nieces threw rose petals along the way.
Being married isn’t much different to dating. Zane is still as possessive as ever, not letting me out of his sight unless he absolutely has to.
Tonight we’re doing our weekly Sunday dinner. Xander and Ella, Damon and Keira, and Ivan and Violet are here tonight.
Since getting to know my brothers, I’ve heard their stories of how they came to know their wives. I’ve also met their children and been told countless stories about how ruthless a father we shared.
They also shared some memories of our mother, the few nice ones they had anyway. I’ve come to terms with the fact that my mother was doing what she thought was best, that she did love me, but that she couldn’t handle a life on the run. It seems her life was ruined long before I came along, and even though she tried to run from it, in the end, she just couldn’t get away from her own demons.
Quinton rushes through the dining room, his baby sister hot on his heels, their squeals of joy cut through my thoughts. Xander reaches down and takes his daughter, Gia, into his arms.