Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
His erection pulsed threateningly between them, right at the very core of her as he held her eyes. As he watched her, and as she waited with breathless anticipation, he pressed forward until the head of his erection was inside. Pleasure screamed through her bloodstream and she began to close her eyes.
He nudged her hands and pushed his hips, bringing him further inside by another degree. "Open your eyes."
Her lids flew open and she panted, waiting, breathless.
"Why do you drive me so fucking crazy, Angie?"
She shook her head against the pillow. "I don't know."
He growled and pushed inside another inch, bringing him to the point in her channel where he stretched her the most. "Yes, you do," he asserted.
His voice lowered and his expression almost gentled. "You know why I'm insane around you." His eyes dropped but they didn't close all the way as he pulled his hips back and with one long, steady stroke, he impaled her. The depth of his pleasure was there for her to see as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His reaction was involuntary and it sent a reflexive answer through her.
A hot fierce ache blossomed inside, easing his way.
He shuddered and then seemed to find his control as he began moving his hips back and forth, plunging inside and out again in a rhythm that was utterly intoxicating to her already sensitized nerve endings.
His eyes stayed hot on hers as her orgasm began to build. He was absolutely beautiful as primitive hunger filled his expression. It was for her. She knew it was. She could feel it.
As sexual and emotional pleasure invaded her senses, she couldn't stand it anymore. She began going over the edge as passion built and she began to see an explosion of colors. She let out a soft wail, and as she began climaxing within his embrace, he stiffened against her and began pumping with stronger, more heated strokes.
He released her hands and lifted her chin as he thrust in and out. He gripped her chin and bared his teeth as he hissed out in a tone of reverence, "It's because I love you."
Her world exploded and his did the same as his seed shot out and erupted within her. Waves of pleasure rushed over her as his words penetrated her brain. They rode out the rest of their orgasm, and then he fell on top of her, just barely holding himself up enough so that she could breathe.
She concentrated on inhaling and exhaling, while stars danced in her head and a thrilling rush of delight pounded through her veins.
After a minute or so, he raised himself back up and over her. His eyes clashed with hers and he studied her intently. He examined her thoroughly, and at her silence, any residual pleasure in his expression began to dissolve. Before that could happen, Angie locked her hands around his neck and held him in place.
Holding his eyes with hers, she took a leap of faith and said, "I love you, too."
A shudder racked his frame as he took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and muttered, "Thank God."
He opened his eyes again and began nodding his head with a look of satisfaction. "Okay. That's good."
An arrow of delight pierced her heart. "Yeah, it is."
He reached down and kissed her, long and leisurely, and then he raised his head and looked at her with a new gleam in his eye. "Time for round two, baby."
Her eyes flared and she smiled spontaneously, giving him all the permission he needed.
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When Angie woke up, she anticipated a lazy Sunday morning. But when she reached her hand out, Damian wasn't there. He'd kept her awake until almost dawn punishing her in the most pleasurable way possible, just as he'd threatened, and now, she almost freaked when she saw the time.
It was noon already.
Pushing the covers aside to get out of bed, she saw his note. Went to grab us something to eat. She had no idea what time he'd left, but she hurried through her shower. She was just finishing putting on her clothes when she heard him walk back in. Wishing she'd had time for at least a touch of make-up, she walked out to the living room.
She stood in the doorway as he dropped his keys and the take-out containers on the kitchen counter. Glancing up, he studied her in silence for a moment. "Hey."
"Hey," she said softly. The words they'd spoken last night hadn't been repeated, but she didn't think that meant the feelings had disappeared.
"I brought food," he said with a hesitant tone in his voice that she couldn't ever remember hearing from him before.
She nodded her head and then cleared her throat. "I read your note."
His eyes never left hers as he came around the counter and leaned against it. He crossed his arms over his chest and studied her.