Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
There was something primal and possessive about the way Scars held her, kissed her, made her take his lips as if he would die without it.
He pulled back, and she found herself groaning. He had his body pressed against hers, but his lower half wasn’t quite touching hers. And God, she wanted that. She wanted to feel him against her, to see what she actually did to him.
To see if he was just as worked up as she was.
“Press yourself against me, Scars,” she whispered, and he closed his eyes and groaned.
“I can’t,” he gritted out before opening his eyes and staring into hers. There was fire behind the depths, flames that burned brightly for her. Because of her.
“Why not?” she whispered, her heart racing, pounding in her ears.
“Because then you’ll feel what you do to me in all its filthy, obscene fucking glory.” His voice was no more than a guttural whisper.
“Maybe I want that.” She knew she was playing with fire, but she’d never wanted to be burned alive more than she did right now with Scars.
He still had yet to move, and she wondered if he’d deny her this, but then he pressed his lower half against her, right between her thighs, and no amount of clothing, no barrier, could prepare her for what she felt.
The massive steel rod between his legs grinding against her sensitive, wet pussy.
A gasp of shock and pleasure spilled from her lips. He was huge, the length, the girth... enough to have her unrealistically wonder if he’d fit inside her.
His mouth was right back on hers, and she melted against him, let him lead… let him take her away.
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Christ. She feels perfect in my arms, against me, her body so giving. She’s mine.
Scars was lost in everything that had to do with Hannah.
He should have stopped this, taken his time, but something in him had been unleashed. Her mouth was hot and sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted, and he couldn’t get enough.
I’ll never get enough.
He swept his tongue into the wet cavern of her mouth and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her, needing to hear that sound again. He wanted it echoing in his ears as he was on top of her, his body blanketing hers, his cock seated deep in her tight little pussy.
I should go slow, he thought, but a beast had been awoken in him.
She gasped when he slid his hands over her back, his palms curving over the slight slope of her ass. He brought her closer to his erection, grinding the massive fucker against her. His cock jerked at the feel of her softness, at how she molded perfectly to him, as if Hannah was made solely for him.
Touch me, he thought, needing it like he needed food in his belly to survive, like he needed air in his lungs, blood in his veins.
Like he needed Hannah in his life.
He groaned, “Hannah.” And when she lifted her hands and smoothed them up his chest and around his neck, having to rise on her toes because she was so much smaller than him, a harsh groan was once against ripped from him.
She was as close to him as two people could get, yet it wasn’t enough. It will never be enough.
Scars didn’t know what he was doing until he realized he was leading them out of the garage. He lifted her easily, knowing that if this was going to happen, it wouldn’t be in the filthy fucking shed with the scent of grease clinging to the air. He wanted her in his bed, surrounded by his things, covered by his scent and body.
She had her arms wound around his neck, her legs around his waist. She weighed nothing at all, a feather in his arms. He was in the cabin and striding to the bedroom while he took her mouth fiercely, licked and sucked at her, just let this raging inferno consume both of them.
Tightening his hold on her once in the room, he shifted and heard her moan. He set her on the dresser, the closest thing he could use so he could cup her face, tilt her head even more, and kiss her more thoroughly. Her legs opened a little more, and he fit himself between them, feeling the heat of her pussy, pushing his stiff cock against her softness. Clothes separated them, but he swore he could feel her wetness, knew she was primed and eager.
Grinding himself into her over and over again, Scars grunted and tried to slow down, not just for her but himself as well. He didn’t want to be too rough, too raw with her. She deserved sweet and gentle.
He broke the kiss and sucked in a ragged breath, trailing his lips down her jaw, over her neck. She let her head fall back, giving him access to her throat, letting him lick and suck, making her feel good.