Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
She wrapped her fingers around his shoulders, nails burrowing into his skin, and shook her head. “No. No… I want all of you.”
When she positioned herself directly over him, wriggled her hips, and pumped down, every last inch of him slid inside her. It burned. She hissed, swearing she could feel his length up half her body. But the pain was its own sort of ecstasy, and she tossed her head back, arching her breasts and losing herself in the sensations.
He gritted his teeth and gripped her thighs so hard it would leave bruises. For reasons she didn’t understand, the idea aroused her. Reminders of their passion they could study later with pride? Laila wasn’t sure, but when his whole body shuddered under her and he growled her name, she lit up.
“Fuck.” His raspy curse filled her ears the way his hard cock filled the rest of her—completely, until she could think of nothing else. “You take every inch of me and squeeze me so goddamn tight. The minute I get inside you, all I want to do is take you in every way possible, make you come, and mark you as mine.”
When he said things like that, her brain melted. So did any remaining resistance. Her body should have been sated in the shower. She definitely should have stopped aching for the bliss of his touch after he’d heaped open-mouthed pleasure on her sex. But no. Now that she was stuffed full of this man, Laila wondered if she would ever get enough of him.
“Please,” she begged, not even understanding what she was pleading for.
Her breasts felt heavier and achier. Her folds were so engorged and sensitive. Every bit of her body felt electrically alive.
“Come,” he demanded.
Again? Was he insane?
“I do not think—”
“Then don’t,” he ground out. “Just feel—and let go.”
He tensed beneath her and lifted her up his heavy stalk. Gravity slid her back down. It was good. So good. The pending orgasm that should have been impossible climbed and gathered quickly, suddenly becoming inevitable. She was sputtering and gaping, dying for him. But he was holding back.
“No! More.” Her demand came out like a wail, high-pitched and entreating.
Trees gripped her hips tighter. “I can’t. I’ll hurt you.”
“No. No. I swear. More. Please. Now.”
“Fuck. Little one…”
“Trees.” She caught his gaze, praying the need on her face would say what her voice seemingly couldn’t.
He froze, gripped her lower, fingers digging in tighter. More bruises. They would be delicious. She couldn’t wait to see them tomorrow, and she wasn’t sure why.
An almost inhuman sound poured from his chest and erupted from his throat. Then he lifted her all the way up his cock before slamming her back down in an unmerciful, implacable pounding that had her silently screaming and digging her nails into him as the need to climax poured through her veins like lava. She gushed out in another feverish peak that left her near limp and boneless.
But Trees still wasn’t done.
He rolled her to her back and kissed her feverishly, delving into her mouth with an urgency that left her dizzy and thrilled. He drank as if her tongue held some elixir he would die without. Laila opened totally and gave him her all.
Then he lifted her thighs around his hips and drove deep inside her in one long thrust. She cried out, her head swimming, need rising inside her again. Trees set a hard, hammering rhythm, his whole body moving, his bed shuddering.
Laila grabbed him tighter and held on, arching her breasts up to him, lifting her hips in offering and tilting to take him even deeper.
He groaned out long and low, seizing her wrists in his hand, his fingers biting as he anchored them above her head. “Grab the headboard. Don’t let go.”
She didn’t question him, and she didn’t hesitate, merely wrapped her fingers around the metal slats and gripped as if her life depended on it. But she couldn’t touch him, and she needed more—of his scent, of his flavor, of his flesh.
Her lips burned a path up his shoulder, stretching to nip at his neck before she reached his jaw. “I love the feel of you inside me. You fill me up, give me both pleasure and pain and”—she bit at his chest as he pummeled her again and hit a spot that nearly sent her soaring for a third time—“oh!”
“I’m never going to stop, Laila.” He maintained his wild pace as he reached up and covered her hands with his, gripping the iron rungs of his headboard and using the leverage to work his way harder and deeper. “Do you hear me? I love you. You’re it for me. Marry me.”
Yes! she shouted silently. There was nothing Laila wanted more than to spend her life with Trees, having a safe home, building a future, having his children, and sharing their love.