Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He didn’t get far, though.
He slammed me back against the wall in the hallway, his lips claiming mine again as he ground himself against me.
My head fell back on a moan, and he saw the opening to bury his face in my neck, to tease with lips and tongue and teeth.
The yearning was reaching a fever pitch, making me lock my legs more tightly around him, grinding myself against his hardness in a desperate plea to get some relief from the aching desire.
My fingers traced over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the coil of his muscles, the way they tensed and shifted under his skin as he rocked against me.
His lips took mine again, harder, feral, brushing into mine, stealing my breath as our hips moved together, the need inside becoming a piercing ache.
Elian moved away from the wall, his hands sliding down my back to grip my ass, holding me tightly against him as he moved us into his bedroom.
I clung to him as he bent me backward, the mattress meeting my back before Elian’s weight was pressing into me.
My legs stayed wrapped around him, but my hands were desperate to explore, roaming over his back, down his sides, sinking into his ass.
With a frustrated grumble, I released my legs, reaching between us to fumble with his button and zipper.
Elian pressed upward, allowing me to start to draw his pants and boxer briefs down as far as I could reach.
Desperate for the feel of him, I grabbed his hips, pulling him down as my legs went around him, my heels digging into his ass, pushing his hard length against my cleft.
A shiver racked my system as he glided against my clit, making my fingers curl into his arms, nails digging crescents in his skin as he looked down at me, eyes molten, as he rocked against me again.
The sound that escaped me was a desperate plea, for more, for everything, for him.
“Elian,” I whimpered, writhing against him.
Answering the need in my eyes, in my voice, in my body, Elian’s weight shifted as he moved onto his knees and reached into the nightstand, grabbing protection, then sliding it on, his hungry gaze on me as my fingers glided up his thighs.
Finished, Elian sucked in a greedy breath, his chest expanding wide, as he reached for my thighs, grabbing, and yanking me closer.
Then, still holding my legs wide for him, he shifted forward, the head of his cock pressing against me until I whimpered, hips rolling, trying to take him in.
Then he surged deep, taking every inch of me, his groan drowned out by my cry of pleasure as my walls closed around him, as he finally made me his.
“Fuck,” Elian sighed, his muscles taut as he tried to hold himself back.
But I didn’t want him to.
I wanted him just as pulled apart as I felt with my need.
I pulled against his hold, wrapping my legs around his hips, using his body for stability as I folded up, climbing onto his lap, and starting to ride him.
Slowly at first, enjoying the sweet stretch of him sliding inside of me, but growing more desperate with each passing second.
With a deep rumbling sound in his chest, Elian shifted, dropping me down on my back, his body crushing mine as he started to thrust.
The control was gone.
And I held on tight as he fucked me hard and deep.
My legs hooked around him, angling myself just right, so his cock was sliding against that sensitive space inside, and his pelvis pressed against my clit with each thrust.
I was too far gone to hold on for long.
My legs were shaking, my chest tight from my frantic, shallow breaths, my back arched up off of the bed.
“That’s it,” Elian murmured, dark gaze watching me as I rushed closer and closer to that crest. “Come for me,” he said.
Then the waves were crashing through me, the pleasure spreading until it overtook me completely, my cries loud even to my own ears as Elian continued to fuck me through it.
“You feel so good when you come for me,” he teased, lips against my ear, as I came back down, clinging to him. “I need more,” he added, teeth nipping the lobe of my ear as I realized he hadn’t come with me, that he was still rock-hard inside of me, something that made my walls tighten against him again.
As Elian pushed up, there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, letting me know he felt it, that he knew how insatiable I seemed to be for him.
“Feels like you want more,” he said, hips doing tiny little thrusts into me, just enough friction to have my desire growing, but not nearly enough to ease the ache as it started to grow again.
My answer was a soft mewling sound as my hips rolled.