Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“I want you inside me,” she whispers, locking her legs around my waist. I tease her wet folds, tracing up the seam of her lips with my dick and grinding against her clit. She gasps and then lets out a low moan.
“Fuck, you drive me insane. Every moan, every look. I can't get enough of you,” I say before pushing myself deep into her again. Her body takes me in, yearning for the connection we’ve only ever shared together. “Jesus, you're so wet,” I mutter against her lips.
“Tell me more,” she murmurs eagerly.
I huff against her flesh, sucking on her sweet skin, tugging it between my teeth. “I feel you throbbing around my cock. Sucking me in, begging me to take you. Your lips wrap around my shaft. Your heels dig into my ass and it drives me wild.”
“Yessss. Faster, harder, please.”
“No, baby. Nice and slow. I want to feel everything,” I murmur as I drag my cock in and out of her tight pussy.
Drag and thrust, plunge and pull. Her breath picks up as I suck an erect nipple into my mouth, her body arching, her heels pushing my hips into her throbbing core, pulling me deeper.
“Every smooth ridge, I can feel the end of you. Feel your pulse quickening around my dick. Your clit swelling against my pelvis when I grind into you,” I whisper, before shaking overtakes her body, clenching my cock, her legs quivering, nails digging into my back as her release shoots through her.
“I’ve waited so long…” she murmurs between pants.
“For what, baby?” Speech is difficult as I thrust in and out of her, hit the end and swirl my hips causing her to moan repeatedly. She's losing herself. Losing herself in the pleasure. In me. I can see it in her eyes—the way her neck arches, the way her nails claw at my back, arms held tightly by the pleasure she seeks from me.
“For you. I've been waiting so long for you,” she murmurs as I take her. My heartbeat tenfold as my eyes widen at her words. I search her beautiful face, held taut with ecstasy, full lips red and swollen from my kisses.
She pulls one elegant arm up and presses her palm against the cave wall behind her head. There she is, taking my breath away. The way she gives herself over to me. By giving me everything she has, she owns me. As if she’s giving me her future without question, our future is solidified. Everything snaps into focus.
Life with her.
Our kids. Our grandkids.
She and I.
My world shifts and now she is my axis. I revolve around her. I would do anything for her.
"You’re my heart. My whole world. I was born to love you," I profess between thrusts, as she begins to clench around me again, the nails of one hand digging into my biceps, the pain radiating through my body before landing at my balls and making them draw up tight as I release into her. She comes undone beneath me, screaming my name as the walls of her pussy throb around me.
"You’re so amazing," she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair. I nuzzle at her neck, propping myself on one elbow as I relish her sated, limp post-orgasm body. This is my favorite moment. Seeing her satisfied and dreamy, her eyes hooded, breathing short, limbs heavy. Knowing that I put that satisfied look on her face makes me the happiest man on Earth.
Knowing that I will wake up to her every morning makes it even better.
I lean over her glistening body, my lips latching onto one of her delicate pink nipples. I suck and tug, feeling her heart racing beneath her chest. With a soft kiss, I move up to place a tender kiss on her breastbone.
She is my everything, and not a moment will pass where she doubts my love for her, my desire for her. She deserves all that I can give and more, and I’ll spend the rest of my days proving it to her.
My heart. My life. My forever.
Chapter Six
Quinn
I wake to the sound of muffled grunts and the rhythmic scrape of stone against ice. We’ve been in this cave, making love and napping and making love again for hours. It’s easy to lose track of time, but I don’t mind. Here with him is the only place I want to be.
Blinking against the dim light filtering through the tiny gap at the top of the cave, I push up onto my elbows, my muscles stiff and sore from the cold ground. Ridge’s shadow fills the space, his broad back rippling with each powerful movement as he digs into the snow blocking the entrance.
He’s shirtless, because of course he is, the sweat on his skin catching the faint light like some kind of mountain deity come to life. His shoulders bunch and flex with each swing of the makeshift tool—a jagged rock he must have found in the darkness. The low growl in his throat as he works sends a shiver down my spine, one that has nothing to do with the cold.