Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“This ain’t just tonight,” he growls. “Ain’t just some one-time thing.”
I swallow hard, wrapping my legs around his hips. “I know.”
His hands frame my face, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip.
“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, Palmer.” His voice is a promise, a warning.
I smirk, even as my breath shakes. “Good.”
Then he claims me. It’s not rushed. It’s not frantic. It’s slow. Intentional. Every kiss, every touch, every movement is deliberate.
He takes his time peeling my clothes away, his mouth worshiping every new inch of skin he uncovers. By the time he’s got me bare beneath him, I’m burning from the inside out. Hudson leans back, his gaze dragging over me, dark and hungry.
"Perfect," he murmurs. "Every damn part of you."
I arch into him, my body screaming for more. But he doesn’t rush. He kisses his way down my body, pressing soft, lingering touches that make my skin prickle. When his mouth finds my hip, he bites. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“Hudson—”
"Shh, Treasure." His lips brush over the sting. "Told you I was gonna take my time with you."
I let out a strangled sound as his hands part my thighs. As he settles between them. As his mouth—"Oh God—"
I arch against the bed, my body shattering under his touch. He holds me down, his grip strong, his tongue relentless. By the time he drags himself back up my body, I’m wrecked. But he’s not done with me yet. His voice is hoarse as he presses his forehead against mine.
“You still want this?”
I barely manage a nod, my nails sinking into his back.
His lips brush my ear. "Say it."
"Yes," I whisper. "Yes."
He groans, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
Then he finally gives me what I need.
We’re tangled together, my head resting on his chest, his fingers trailing lazily over my spine.
I’ve never felt this… whole.
Like I’m exactly where I was always meant to be. Hudson’s chin rests on top of my head, his voice a low rumble. I exhale, pressing a kiss to his chest. His arm tightens around me, his fingers sliding into my hair. I smile against his skin, closing my eyes as his heartbeat slows beneath my cheek.
For the first time in years, I feel safe.
Loved.
Home.
Hudson growls, rolling on top of me. He pulls my bottom lip with his teeth and nips gently, making my heart beat rapidly. My need for this man overwhelms and consumes me.
"Do you see how hard you make me?" He presses the tip of his cock to my entrance. My legs open on their own accord, unwilling to resist the sensation of his penetration, craving to feel him deep inside.
"Is this sweet pussy hungry for me?" he teases, a lust-filled smile forming on his lips.
"Yes," I reply under his spell. A low growl of appreciation escapes his lips. “Hudson…I–I have to tell you something. I’m a…virgin.”
Hudson grunts. “Really?”
“Yes.” Anxiety climbs in my chest and heats my cheeks.
“Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait…”
“No!” I reply quickly. “No, I want this. I want you.”
He nips at my bottom lip, his hands sliding over my torso and landing at my neck where he pulls me closer to him and kisses me in slow, savoring strokes. “I’ll go slow.”
A soft hum falls from my lips.
In one swift movement he pushes his briefs down his thighs and frees his thick erection to the cool air. My mouth waters, desperate at the sight of him so thick and hard at the thought of having me.
“Are you sure?” He growls against my lips. I nod, then push a hand between us and slide my open palm against his hard cock.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything,” I confess.
His hand slips beneath my t-shirt and finds my swollen pussy.
"I love how wet this pussy is for my cock," he grunts.
He slides his thickness between my slick folds, slipping against me and groaning with the contact. “I need to control myself with you but you make it so damn hard, sweetheart.”
I don’t reply, arching into him, my body begging for more.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" he demands. My mind becomes fuzzy, and all I can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure this man gives me.
“You, Hudson.”
He grunts softly before angling his tip at my entrance. He pushes gently, taking his time. Soft pants of pleasure release from his lips as his body hangs tight with tension over mine. His palms work up and down my body, lighting me on fire as he peppers kisses along my neck and collarbone. One of his hands pushes under my t-shirt and slides it over my shoulders. He continues to inch his way into my heat, sliding slowly, one agonizing inch at a time before the bite of pain makes me wince.
“God, I’m so sorry,” he husks and then the unbelievable sensation stops.