Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Before I can even process the intensity of it all, my fingernails are digging into the rippled muscles of his back, my head falling back against the wall as pleasure courses through me. I can’t stop it—the way my body moves, the way my hips grind against him, desperate for more. My throat is bared to him, and he takes advantage, his mouth finding my skin, his teeth grazing me with gentle nips while his tongue soothes the sting. Every press of his cock sends sparks through me, my body tightening, craving more of him.
The friction of his pants against me only heightens the tension, my eyelids fluttering shut as a slow, helpless moan slips from my lips. I bite down hard, trying to stifle the next groan that builds in my chest, but I can’t. My muscles clench around him, my whole body taut with need, and my heart races, every inch of me throbbing with longing.
My fingers tighten around his biceps, pulling at his hair as I ride the sensation of him through the thick fabric of his pants, grinding against him in perfect rhythm. I feel like I’m coming undone, the raw desire overwhelming me.
This man feels like pure fire beneath my hands, and I know, without a doubt, he’s the only one who can make me feel like this. Like I’m completely lost, and I don’t ever want to be found.
My body trembles, my muscles finally releasing the tension that had gripped me moments before. I let out a shaky breath, my eyes fluttering open as I try to catch my bearings. And then, there he is, standing right in front of me—frozen, his gaze locked on mine, his desire for me still burning bright and undeniable. A sudden wave of embarrassment floods me, coloring my cheeks. My mind scrambles for something to say, but the words are stuck, tangled up in the whirlwind of emotions I don’t even know how to process.
“I—I…” The words falter, and I feel my face flush even more. My breath hitches, and I can’t meet his eyes, mortified by the intensity of what just happened.
He steps closer, his hand coming up to gently cradle my jawline, his touch grounding me. “You're beautiful, Bella,” he says, his voice so calm, so steady, that it cuts right through my shame. “Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I blink, and my heart stutters at the rawness of his statement. I bite my lip, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. My cheeks burn hotter as I nod, my body still trembling from the aftermath. But the shame floods in, faster and heavier than I expected. My eyes drop to the floor, unable to meet his gaze, and suddenly I feel so exposed, so vulnerable. The tears threaten to spill over as I push him away, needing space, needing to cover myself. I hop down from the table, fumbling with the fabric of my shirt, desperate to regain some sense of control.
But before I can pull myself together, he catches my wrist, stopping me. “Don’t do that, don’t shut down on me again.” His voice is firm, but there’s a gentleness there that makes me pause. “Don’t be ashamed of a single fucking thing with me. I want all of you. The beautiful parts, the messy parts, the sexy-as-hell parts, the emotional parts—I want it all.”
His words hit me, and I feel something inside me crack, like he’s breaking through the walls I’ve spent so long building. My eyes slowly lift to meet his, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters. The intensity in his gaze is overwhelming, but it’s steady, reassuring, like he’s offering me a lifeline.
“It may take me years to prove it to you, but I want everything you have to offer,” he continues, his thumb brushing softly along my chin. “And I expect the same from you.”
I can’t speak, can’t move. All I can do is stare up at him, my heart pounding in my chest, my breath shallow. I’ve never felt so seen, so understood. I nod, unable to find my voice, but knowing that I want to give him everything he’s asking for.
But he’s not done. His fingers tilt my chin up slightly, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that makes my pulse race. “Say it,” he instructs, his voice low, commanding. “I need to hear you say it.”
I swallow hard, my throat tight with emotion. “I understand,” I whisper, my voice trembling, but the words feel real, feel right.
He releases a breath, his grip on me softening, and I feel like I’m standing on the edge of something huge—something terrifying and beautiful all at once. But for the first time, I’m ready to jump.
All morning I’ve been avoiding the intensity of his eyes, the pull they have on me, but now—now I can’t look away. It’s like something has shifted, something I’ve been trying to deny but can’t anymore. My heart races as the tension between us crackles, electric and undeniable.