Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Afraid of me? Or this?” He hooked an arm around her and squeezed a nipple, hard enough to make her whimper. “Are you scared to want this?”
“Yes.” Her voice wavered. “All of it.”
He put his nose in her hair and slid his fingers around the sides of her breasts, the dips in her waist, and lower to cup and stroke her pussy. A rush of warmth chased his pulse, his erection bent painfully in his jeans. His fingers quaked and stiffened in his desperation for her.
“What did I tell you about fear?” He pressed his dick against her ass and lightly caressed her damp folds.
“It will haunt—” She cried out as he pinched her clit, but she kept her hands at her sides and didn’t pull away. “It will haunt me until I step inside and show it my teeth.”
“I’ll be right here with you. Always.”
The thudding of his heart beat in sync with the pulsing in his cock. She had no idea the power she held over him, didn’t know how dry his mouth had gone or that his insides heated to a fevered level of dizziness. Nothing or no one had ever affected him the way she did. She was it for him, his past and future, his weakness and strength, his meaning for everything.
Brushing her hair to the side, he tiptoed fingers up and down her abs, inching close to her pussy without touching, and back up, lingering beneath her tits before dipping down again. With his mouth at her ear, he nipped her skin above the collar, flicked his tongue, and inhaled her warm scent until her head dropped back on his shoulder, breaths catching.
Her face rolled toward him, and she rubbed their cheeks together, her parted lips searching. He captured her mouth in a collision of gasps and hungry tongues that was neither soft nor gentle. He chased and hunted and fed, his fingers sinking between her legs, thrusting hard, and coaxing a moan from deep within her.
Her lower body clamped around him, her neck angling her closer as she tried to deepen the kiss. Her urgency spurred him on, making him hotter, greedier, more frantic.
“Matias, please.” She arched into him, her ass grinding against his painful cock.
He tore his mouth away, his heart tripping at a dangerous level.
“Bend forward.” He kissed her shoulder and stepped back, keeping his tone silken, yet inflexible. “Hands on your ankles. Spine straight.”
She followed his command to perfection, and he swallowed a groan. Yanking off his shirt, he used it to wipe the perspiration from his brow. Then he tossed it and knelt behind her.
He tried to start slow, his hands exploring her ass and legs, but the more he touched the more he needed. Her skin was so tight, so fucking smooth he wanted to lick and bite every inch of her. So he did, gliding his tongue and teeth across the backs of her thighs as he teased her soaking cunt with his fingers.
The hitch in her breath amped his pulse, but he kept his movements slow, sensual, savoring her goosebumps and the flex of her muscles as she anticipated the path of his lips. She was so fucking responsive he couldn’t wait any longer. He buried his mouth between her legs.
“So damn wet, mi vida. Such a hungry slut.”
With her head hanging upside down, she snarled through clenched teeth. “I’m not—”
“A slut, my gorgeous girl, is brave enough to pursue her own definitions of pain and pleasure. She’s willing to explore and search for what she enjoys rather than shun her desires like a dirty secret.” He bit the delicate skin between her legs, wrenching a yelp from her. “You welcome sex with open legs, because you understand the benefits, the ecstasy it brings.”
“Okay, when you put it that way,” she said in a throaty voice.
“My slut.” He licked her from ass to pussy, his tongue probing in both holes with abandon.
She panted and shook, her tits swaying and head lifting to accommodate her breaths, but she held her bent position with flawless grace. A reminder that she’d endured a year of hell to master that composure. Anger simmered through his blood, but he pushed it down, refusing to let it ruin the moment.
When her moans grew shorter, faster, he knew she was peaking. He stabbed his fingers inside her, and in two hard drives, she came with a choked-off scream, her inner muscles spasming against his hand. Fucking beautiful.
He eased out of her and helped her straighten to her full height, pulling her chest to his as she wobbled.
Lifting her chin, he submerged his gaze in hers and saw unspeakable desire in the watery depths. Love was there, too—the love they’d always shared—but it seemed stronger now, pummeled and tested and resuscitated back to life. And in the strength of that love, he saw the tiniest glimmer of trust, the kind of trust that only a submissive could offer.