Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“It’s been the only thing on my mind since we met.” He catches my lips in another kiss, deep and slow. “I knew it was only a matter of time. I wasn’t going to have it any other way.”
His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back, arching my neck as his lips trail along the slick skin of my throat. His hips press harder against mine, fucking me with an intensity that sends my body spiraling into total submission.
“Everything about you calls to me,” he growls, his grip tightening in my hair. He pulls me closer, lips hovering just over mine. “I can’t stop fucking you. I’ll lose my mind if I don’t get enough of you.”
His fingers slide between my thighs, his thumb pressing against my clit, circling, teasing until stars explode in my vision. My body tenses, every muscle drawn tight as his hands move frantically, pulling me closer and closer to the edge. And then, with a broken gasp, I shatter around him, my body convulsing in waves of pleasure.
The room fills with our soft panting, his hands sliding up my damp skin, gripping my breasts firmly, possessively. His teeth find the curve of my neck, biting down just enough to send another shock of pain-and-pleasure shooting through me. And then it happens again—my body clenches, another orgasm ripping through me, my senses overwhelmed as he fucks me at just the right angle.
The release is too much, the sensation too powerful to contain, and I let it all crash over me, drowning in the pleasure only he can give me.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” His words spill out fast, firm, like he has to say them before the courage slips away. I slip my hand into his hair, curling my fingers around the roots, tugging gently. His body tenses under my touch, a low groan escaping as one hand grips my hip, and the other tilts my face toward his. His lips crash against mine, the kiss igniting something deep in me, something primal. He moves inside me, long and slow, his release filling me, making me feel claimed in a way I’ve never felt before.
I suck in a slow breath, emotion brimming in my chest as I try to steady myself, to stop my body from trembling under the intensity of what just happened.
“That was…”
“Beyond words,” he finishes, his voice still thick with the passion we’ve just shared.
“Yeah.”
He pulls me against him, tucking me into his body, my head resting under his arm, our legs tangled together, skin on skin. There’s no space between us—everything about us is entwined now, wrapped up together. Just how I like it. How I want it to be.
In that moment, I know I’ve already fallen for Alex. Maybe against my better judgment. But there’s no denying it now.
Then, the silence is interrupted by the most unexpected thing—my stomach rumbling. I feel a laugh bubbling up, and before I can stop it, he’s already chuckling, the sound warm and easy. “Let’s get you fed, pretty lady.”
I laugh as he scoops me into his arms, completely naked, carrying me effortlessly back into the kitchen. The ease with which he does it, the way his body feels against mine—it’s playful and intimate all at once. When he spots the apron hanging near the pantry, he grabs it, slips it over my head, and ties it around my waist, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
He dots a kiss on my nose, grinning. “Cute as a fucking button.”
And just like that, the weight of everything melts away, replaced with laughter, warmth, and the undeniable feeling that whatever this is between us—it’s something real.
Later, as we lay in bed together, Alex’s chest rises and falls steadily beneath me, his skin still warm and slick from our earlier intimacy. My body feels weightless, like I’m floating in this cocoon of soft sheets and his protective embrace. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my back, sending shivers through me with each tender stroke.
The silence between us is comfortable, but there’s something more in the air tonight. Something unspoken.
I lift my head, resting my chin on his chest, meeting his gaze. His dark eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them, brimming with emotions I can’t quite place. His hand slides up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing over my lips as he studies me with a look that makes my heart beat just a little faster.
"Sophia," he begins, voice low and steady. “I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.”
I blink, suddenly aware of the way his heart pounds beneath my cheek. He shifts, and from beside the bed, he pulls out something small—a simple, elegant ring that catches the light from the bedside lamp. My breath hitches.
“I can’t imagine my life without you,” he whispers, his thumb now caressing the side of my face with a gentleness that brings tears to my eyes. “I don’t ever want to.” His eyes are filled with sincerity, love radiating from every inch of him. “Marry me, Sophia.”