Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
He murmured against my oversensitive flesh, sliding his hands along my thighs before he hooked one behind my knee and tugged it up and over his shoulder, his other hand on my ass to keep me steady.
I pressed my back against the wall, using it for leverage as I was swept away in the sensations of Maxim’s tongue, his fingers, his face between my thighs. I tightened my grip on his hair, rocking into every thrust of his tongue with abandon, everything in my soul narrowing to the way he was on his knees, feasting on me.
“Come on my tongue, Evangeline,” Maxim said against my flesh, his tongue circling around my clit before flattening and pressing down—
A rip of pleasure slammed down my spine and my thighs trembled as my orgasm tore through me. His name left my lips on a breathy moan, stars bursting along my vision as he worked me down with sweet flicks. He gently moved my leg off his shoulder, tugging me down to meet him on his knees. He licked his lips, which were glistening with my flavor, and then kissed me, the taste of me mingling with him and making my head spin.
“Does that mean you forgive me?” I asked, my voice sounding all at once desperate and sinful.
“Yes,” he said, his hands roaming all over my body, winding me up so much I ached. “I’ll forgive you and you’ll forgive me and we’ll make up just like this, whenever anything else happens. Deal?”
“Deal,” I said, and I shifted to all fours in front of him.
“Fuck, Evie,” he growled, the strain in his voice like a string ready to snap.
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “I want you, Maxim. All of you. Now.”
“Goddamn,” he said, gliding his hands over my spine and back to my hips before gripping them.
He lined his cock with my entrance, slick from his mouth, and slammed home.
Lightning streaked through my veins, my heart racing at the feel of him bare inside of me. Hot and hard, slowly pulling all the way out only to slide back in to the hilt.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, leaning over me as he thrust inside me. He kept one hand on my hip, rocking into me with abandon while his other slid up my back and wound my hair around his fist. Gently, he tugged back on my hair, the sensation rippling through my body as my back arched from the move. “And. You’re. Mine,” he declared each word with an accompanying thrust, and I could do nothing but fist the drop cloth beneath me and moan.
I was no longer capable of speaking. I was nothing but a spark of pure sensation, feeling everything all at once, the energy in me climbing with each thrust, each touch, each time he tugged on my hair. I was a breathless, wild thing, pushing back into Maxim as he slammed into me, submitting to him entirely in a show of trust that wrapped around both our souls and squeezed.
I came again, my orgasm forcing me to clench around his cock and a cry to escape my lips. My muscles quivered, my body convulsing from the intensity of it, but Maxim held me tight and didn’t stop for a second. He kept pounding into me, switching from hard strokes to long, dangerously slow ones that made me feel like a struck match about to ignite.
Then he leaned over my back, kissing my neck, down my spine, and back up again until he whispered in my ear, “I love you, Evangeline.” He rocked into me, slow and steady and almost tenderly, and I trembled against him.
“I love you, Maxim.” Those words were an unleashing because they were the entire truth. No games. No good luck charms. No shadows to hide in. Our love was out here for the entire world to see and nothing could be more beautiful or real.
“Fuck,” he growled, upping his pace. “How did I get so damn lucky?”
I reached around, balancing myself on my knees and one arm to grip his muscular thigh and urge him to go harder, faster.
He obeyed, fully unleashing himself on me like he’d had a restraint on before. He pistoned his hips, pressing me down to the drop cloth to fuck me from a deeper angle, and omigod it felt so damn good. He hit that swollen, aching spot deep inside me, pressing it over and over again with each thrust until stars danced across my vision and my entire body shook from the strength of my orgasm.
Maxim groaned, folding himself over me as he came, his body jerking in rapid, strong movements as the intensity swept him up too.
Then we were holding each other, catching our breath and feeling the crisp gallery air on our sweat-slick bodies.