Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
His eyes are molten blue as he drags them over my body, not missing an inch as I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor, now wearing nothing but the heels. His smirk turns devilish as he bends slightly, hefting me to his eye level until I have to lock my ankles around as back.
His kiss is hungry and passionate, and we’re a frenzy of tongues and lips and teeth as he walks us across the room, pressing me against the nearest wall without breaking our kiss.
“I want to feel those heels bite into my skin,” he growls against my mouth, shifting me to drag his hard cock through my sensitive heat.
I grip his shoulders, my thighs clenching around his hips in an attempt to get him right where I need him.
“Owen,” I say as he continues to tease me by dragging his thick head through my wetness. “Please,” I beg. “I need you.”
Another low rumble sounds from his chest, and he slants his mouth over mine at the same time he sinks his cock inside me to the hilt.
I moan against his lips, my body sparking with sensation at the way he fills me, stretches me.
He gives me a few moments to adjust, his hands gripping the globes of my ass before hefting me up, dragging himself out of me only to thrust home again.
I claw at his back, my heart racing as he pumps into me, slow and torturous, making me slick and needy as I gasp for breath.
“Owen, God, you feel so good,” I say, sliding my fingers into his hair, gripping it slightly as I cup his cheek with the other one. “Harder,” I demand, never losing his gaze. I want this man to consume me, to make me his just like he said. I may not be able to say the words back to him, but I want to show him how devoted I am to him.
His eyes flare, his grip on me tightening. “Hold on tight,” he says, and I clench my thighs, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders as I keep my eyes on his gorgeous face.
And then he unleashes himself on me, pumping into me hard and fast, every thrust, every connection pushing me right up to that sweet, sharp edge of release.
I’ve completely submitted to him, trusting him with every inch of my body, my pleasure, knowing he won’t let me down. It's the most cosmic type of connection and trust, something I've never experienced before I met him, and I am wholly addicted.
“Fucking take my cock so good,” he growls as he pounds into me, my pussy fluttering around him as my release crackles to life at the base of my spine. “Fucking made for me.”
“Owen, God, I'm... I'm...” I can't finish my sentence, can't speak or breathe around the pleasure thrashing beneath my skin, held by a string that Owen controls.
“Say it,” Owen demands, pumping into me with harder, longer strokes that have me trembling around him. “Say it, Kitten.”
Every time our bodies connect, he hits my oversensitive clit, and I gasp as my orgasm barrels through me.
“I'm coming,” I say on a released breath, my body clenching around his as he continues his pace, relentless and demanding as he drags one orgasm right into another, my head spinning, my breaths quick and my body rippling with pleasure.
My nails dig into his back, clinging to him as he prolongs my release, finding his own pleasure inside of me as he comes too.
My head falls limp against his shoulder, my body exhausted and pleasure-wrung as he gently maneuvers us to the bed, cleaning us up before tucking me against him.
I trail my fingers along the hard line of his jaw and through his hair, simply drinking in the way he looks.
A comfortable quietness settles between us, a space filled by soft touches between the two of us, sweet and explorative and comforting in a way that has my heart pounding with those three little words that I can't find the courage to say out loud.
CHAPTER 17
Owen
It's the final day of Zoe’s conference, and even though there hasn’t been any unusual activity during the event, I'm still on high alert.
If I were a violent stalker, this certainly would be a perfect place to make a move due to the high crowds, but I'm hoping the guy isn't serious enough to track Zoe down here.
The uneasiness in my gut screams otherwise.
Ever since he tied up Gregory, threatening worse if she didn’t acknowledge him, I’ve had an unsettled feeling that’s grown stronger every single day.
There’s something in the air today, a charged sort of energy I can't shake. Of course, my nerves being on edge could have something to do with the words I'd blurted out last night, putting my heart on a silver fucking platter for Zoe to do with what she will.