Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I know I should let her go—she deserves someone better, someone good—but I can’t. The second I saw her, it was like the ground fell out from beneath me. She’s in my blood, running wild through my veins.
“I’m sorry–it’s just…I did not expect that,” I blurt, my voice raw. I grab her, cupping her face between my hands, forcing her to look at me. “I’m sorry. I was so wrapped up in my own head–you’re the only thing that matters to me. Protecting you is all I care about.” My voice softens, but the urgency is still there, real and honest.
Her eyes well up, and she squeezes them shut to keep the tears from falling.
“I knew I shouldn’t have told you,” she finally says, her voice stubborn but shaky.
“Not a chance in hell, baby. I’m glad you told me.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead. “It’s good you told me. Now I can do this right.” I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her closer for a gentle kiss that’s more apology than passion. “Holttiful Lila.”
I take her hand in mine, squeezing it gently. “Have you ever slept under the stars?”
I unroll my sleeping bag as I speak, eyes never leaving hers. She laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine, easing some of the tension between us. “I don’t even have a change of clothes.”
“You won’t need any.” I grin, laying the sleeping bag out for us and settling down on it before pulling her back to me with a new kind of intent. This time, it’s not just about desire. It’s about giving her what she deserves—something sweeter, more meaningful.
I lay her down gently, slipping the pants down her thighs and then threading my fingers through her hair, my lips brushing along the soft curve of her shoulder, then trailing down the hollow of her throat. She’s so goddamn beautiful, and she’s mine.
“Panties down,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Touch yourself for me.” Her eyes widen, uncertainty clear on her face, but I can see the curiosity there too.
“Show me how you get that pretty pussy off.”
Her breath catches, and she hesitates, her hands shaking slightly. She’s pure, untouched—not just by other men, but by herself, too. My heart tightens at the realization, and I feel an overwhelming urge to protect her, to cherish her.
“Take it slow,” I whisper, guiding her hand with mine down the soft skin of her thigh, my fingers brushing lightly over the waistband of her panties. Her breathing quickens, and I watch, my gaze fixed on her face. “Slide your fingers over your clit,” I instruct gently.
She follows my lead, her fingers moving tentatively at first, then more confidently as she feels the pleasure building. She sighs, her eyes fluttering shut, and I feel a surge of pride and possessiveness.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with lust. “Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you can’t take it anymore.”
Her face flushes a deep shade of crimson, her nipples pebbling beneath her thin shirt as she gets closer to the edge. I clench my fists at my sides, barely holding back the urge to take her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I rasp, slipping a hand down my pants to grasp my cock, my eyes never leaving her.
“I’m thinking about what you’ll feel like when you’re finally inside me,” she breathes, her voice a soft hum. The confession makes me snap.
“Jesus, Lila.” I crash down onto her, pushing my fingers through her hair as I kiss her with a hunger I’ve never felt before. “I haven’t touched another woman in over a decade. I haven’t even thought about one, not until you walked into my life. You’re a brave little bird trying to climb my mountain.”
She’s everything I’ve been starving for, everything I didn’t know I needed. I trail kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, then down to her breasts. My hands cup her soft curves, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples.
I work my way lower, tasting every inch of her skin. I pull her panties off and spread her legs wide, exposing her to my gaze. She’s glistening, and I can’t resist licking one long, slow stroke up her slit, my tongue circling her clit.
“I’m going to make this as gentle as I can,” I murmur as I move back up her body. “But it’s going to hurt.” I press a soft kiss to her lips, my fingers teasing her entrance to ensure she’s ready.
Her body tenses for a moment, but when she starts to relax, I push inside slowly, feeling the resistance. She cries out, her eyes squeezing shut, and I stop, holding still, giving her time to adjust.
“Shh… I’m sorry,” I whisper, stroking her hair gently.
Her eyes open, and there’s a softness there that breaks something inside me. She nods, her hips beginning to move against mine, and I lose the last shred of control I have. I start thrusting, slowly at first, then faster as she starts to meet me halfway.