Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
He sees the tears and immediately freezes.
"Breathe, angel," he croons, framing my face with his hands as his forehead presses to mine. He rains tender kisses across my face. "Breathe for me. I'm right here. I've got you."
"Alessandro, I..."
I think I’m falling in love with you. But I can’t force the words out. They lodge in my throat, sticking. It’s too soon. Way too soon…isn’t it?
His gaze flits across my face, his expression softening, and I think maybe he knows exactly what I didn’t say. I think, maybe, he feels it, too.
Shouldn’t that scare me? In this moment, for the first time ever, I’m not afraid.
“Heidi,” he breathes, his lips brushing mine in the sweetest kiss. My tongue twines with his, and I get lost in him, in us.
I wiggle beneath him, and he sinks deeper into me, groaning. A bolt of pleasure rips through me. I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders, my head lolling on the pillow.
"You like that, huh?" He chuckles, a hitch in his voice.
"Yes," I moan. "Do it again."
He hikes my leg up higher over his hip and starts to move faster, harder. The sensations are indescribable, and I'm lost in the way he fills me, completing me in ways I never thought possible.
He growls, his eyes darkening as they tangle with mine. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, anchoring me to him as he grinds deeper. Each stroke sends us spiraling into a world that consists of only us and the pleasure throbbing between us.
I latch onto his neck, my lips finding purchase against the salty sheen of sweat on his skin. His pulse throbs beneath my tongue, matching the reckless beat of my own heart.
My name tumbles from his lips like a mantra, each declaration punctuated by a deep stroke that pushes me closer to the precipice.
His hands are everywhere—on my hips, skimming along the curve of my waist, roaming greedily over the swell of my breasts.
"God, Heidi," he groans, an edge of desperation in his voice. "I can’t get enough of this perfect little body. You’re so goddamn sweet." He leans in to capture my lips with his own, swallowing my cries as he takes me higher.
The obscene slap of skin against skin echoes through the room as he pounds into me, hitting that secret spot inside that makes me sob with pleasure.
He feels so good; everything feels so good.
The feel of him—the hard planes and muscular lines of his body—is some kind of aphrodisiac.
"Oh God," I moan brokenly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks me harder. "Don't stop."
"That's it, angel," he rasps against my ear. "Take my cock just like that. Fuck, you look so beautiful spread out on my bed, stuffed full of me."
"Alessandro," I gasp, my world narrowing down to this one perfect moment and his filthy words. "I-I think I'm..."
"I got you, Heidi," he grunts as he drives himself even deeper, as if he intends to imprint himself inside me. "Just let go."
He tangles his fingers through my hair, pulling on the strands just enough to make me whimper with pleasure. His other hand slips between our bodies, his fingers rolling over my clit.
I sob his name, arching beneath him as the coil inside me shrinks in on itself, threatening to explode into a million jagged pieces.
"That’s it, Sunshine. Come on my cock," he demands, grinding against my clit in a way that has me gasping for breath. "I want to feel this sweet cunt milking me dry. Give it to me, Heidi."
I can’t deny him. I don’t even try.
With a keening cry, I shatter in his arms, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over me.
He growls low in his throat, his rhythm faltering.
"Fuck, baby!”
He buries his face in my neck with a guttural moan, slamming into me one last time before going rigid above me. Warmth floods my womb as he empties himself inside me, his cock throbbing and jerking with each powerful spurt.
I tremble in his arms, gasping as we collapse in a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, his body pressed tight to mine. His heart thunders against my chest, pounding like a drum.
“Heidi,” he murmurs against my ear. “Jesus, Sunshine. You’re perfect.”
I’m not sure what scares me more...the fact that he means it, or the realization that I feel the same way about him. He’s perfect.
But he’s wrong about me. I’m not perfect. I’m a mess. I’ve always been a mess. Eventually, he’s going to realize it too.
Will he walk away like my bio parents did when he figures it out?
Panic wells up in my throat at the thought, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. I open my mouth, not even sure what I'm going to say, but he beats me to it.
"I feel you freaking out." His powerful arms close around me, engulfing me in his strength. "Just breathe, Sunshine. I meant what I said. I'm not going anywhere. You've got me now, for as long as you'll have me."