Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Christ, the way she touches me, the way she says my fucking name, the way she looks at me. The complete faith she has in me even when I have none in myself…
She sets my blood on fire, turns me into a slavering, unruly beast.
I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, my tongue plundering, claiming. She kisses me back just as fiercely, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip and spurring me on.
I need her naked, now.
I reach for the flimsy straps of her top, snapping them to peel it from her delectable body.
"Get your legs around my waist, wife," I growl, boosting her up into my arms. My hand slips beneath her skirt, already seeking out her perfect pussy.
She trembles in my arms, practically shaking with desire, and I want to slam into her right here and now, fuck her until she can't move. But I force myself to slow down. Her faith in me is unshakable. I won't jeopardize it for a rough fuck against the wall.
I want to savor this, to savor her. No matter how loudly the past screams, she deserves to be worshipped, cherished…loved.
"I want you so high on me that you can't take anymore," I rasp, running my lips down the side of her throat. "I want you so fucking out of your mind with pleasure that nothing else exists, wife."
She shudders against me, a needy little moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips. "Yes, Dalton. God, please…"There's that fucking word again. Please.
I nudge her panties to the side. "Fuck, you're so wet for me already, aren't you, wife?" I growl against her throat as I plunge two fingers inside her tight little body.
She whimpers, her hips rocking against my hand, desperate for more as she fumbles with my zipper before pulling my cock out.
My head falls back on a groan as she wraps that perfect hand around me, stroking.
"I need you inside me," she begs. "Please."
I slide my fingers out of her way. "Then put me inside you, baby. Take what's yours."
She whimpers, guiding me to her entrance, the heat of her pussy searing me. Slowly, achingly so, she lowers herself onto me. Her soft whimpers bleed into a sultry moan as I sink into her heat inch by inch.
Her eyes snap open, a look of pure ecstasy etched across her face.
My eyes slam closed as I bottom out inside her, buried to the hilt in her perfect body. I let my head fall back, trying to catch my breath, to regain some semblance of control over the wild need raging through my veins.
But then she starts to move, rocking her hips against mine, taking me even deeper. Pleasure explodes through me, wiping out any hope I had of maintaining control.
"Fuck, Tempest," I groan, my hands tightening on her hips. I open my eyes to the sight of her—head thrown back in ecstasy, full breasts bouncing with each roll of her hips, smooth skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
She's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.
I dip my head, capturing one hard nipple between my lips. I suck hard, flicking the sensitive bud with my tongue until she's writhing against me, whimpering my name.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I nearly lose it right then and there. I want to pound into her, take her hard and fast until we both shatter. But more than that, I need to worship her, to show her with my body all the things I can't say.
Keeping one arm lashed tightly around her waist, I walk us over to the bed. She bounces on my cock with every step, moaning my name.
I lower her down gently until she's spread out beneath me like a fucking offering, trembling and sweet. I take a moment just to look at her, to memorize every curve and dip and mark. I run my hands over her reverently, seeking out every spot that leaves her quivering beneath me.
"Please, Dalton." She arches up into my touch. "I need you."
"I've got you, baby," I rasp, nudging her thighs further apart with my knees. Slowly, I push back inside her, savoring the way she wrap around me so fucking perfectly. I pull nearly all the way out before surging back in, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her that makes her claw down my back and whimper my name.
Her head lolls, her eyes rolling with every deep thrust.
I keep one hand on her hip, holding her in place while I explore with the other—pinching her nipples, massaging her breasts, dipping between her thighs to circle her clit.
She moves with me, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips or a clench of her inner muscles. Our eyes lock, emotions passing between us that neither of us dares put into words. I know she feels it, though. Christ, it's right there in her eyes, blazing like the sun. This woman is in love with me. That's her secret, the reason she was running scared.