Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
He slides up my body, dragging his mouth over my belly, my ribs, the underside of my breasts. Each touch leaves a glistening trail that cools in the night air, prickling my skin like tiny electric shocks. When his lips find my nipples, they're gentle at first—butterfly kisses that make me ache—then suddenly demanding, teeth grazing the sensitive peaks until a ragged gasp tears from my throat.
My body responds with a will of its own, spine arching off the sheets, fingers clutching at his hair, offering myself up like an ancient sacrifice. Every nerve ending blazes to life, hungry for sensations I never knew existed before tonight.
I want him everywhere, all at once, like waves crashing against every shore of me simultaneously.
He props himself on his elbows and kisses the hollow at the base of my throat. “You are so fucking perfect, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice muffled by skin.
I’m still learning words like “fuck.” In his mouth, they seem less like a curse and more like a compliment. A wish, a promise, a necessity.
He kisses my chin, my jaw, the place behind my ear that makes my knees try to fuse together. Finally, his mouth lands on mine. I open to him without thinking. This time, I taste more than just him—I taste me, salt and strange and utterly new. The thought should embarrass me, but it doesn’t. I want more. I deepen the kiss, pulling him closer, letting him press his weight onto me until I’m pinned and safe, small and enormous all at once.
He kisses me until the edges of the world blur. I lose track of time, of gravity, of anything that isn’t his body and mine tangled together.
When he pulls away, it’s only far enough to lay his forehead against mine. His eyes are closed. He’s breathing hard, as if he’s been running underwater.
“I need you,” he says, almost a groan. “I need to make you mine forever.”
“Forever,” I echo, and my voice doesn’t even tremble.
He rolls his hips, and his hardness presses hot and huge against the place between my thighs still throbbing from his tongue. The idea of that inside me makes something flutter and tighten in anticipation and a strange, hungry fear.
Everett shifts his weight, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers as he lines himself up with my body. His blunt tip nudges at my slick entrance, hot and insistent against the tender flesh. The moment stretches as I hold my breath. My hands catch his shoulders, feeling the fine sheen of sweat there, the subtle ridge of collarbone beneath smooth skin. He's shaking a little, a tremor that travels from his arms into his chest and down the length of his spine.
His eyes burn into mine, pupils blown wide, the green of his irises now a thin ring around bottomless black. “You're mine, Ariel.”
The way he says my name sends shivers cascading down my spine, pooling like liquid heat between my legs.
“Yours,” I breathe, the word escaping on a shudder.
My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. I'm dizzy with want, every nerve ending electric and alive. I want everything, all at once. A tiny part of me is a little afraid of how completely I’ve surrendered, but I want the fear because it’s him, because his weight above me feels like an anchor in a world where I’ve been drifting too long.
He kisses me again, deeper and slower, as his hips roll forward and his cock begins to push into me. The first inch burns—there’s no other word. The stretch is so much more than I expected, more than I knew I could hold. I dig my nails into his back, my breath catching in my throat.
He stops instantly, still kissing me, breathing hard through his nose. “Breathe, little one,” he whispers. “You’re so tight. Relax. It’ll only hurt this time.”
I focus on his heartbeat thumping against my chest like a wild thing. I let my body soften, let the tension drain from my muscles as he kisses my eyelids, my temple, my hairline. The pain fades, replaced by a weird sense of fullness—alien, yes, but also right, like something that was supposed to be there all along.
He presses deeper, slower this time, and suddenly I feel him slide all the way in, filling me completely. It’s overwhelming yet perfect. No space left for air, for thought, only for Everett.
He holds still, trembling, his face buried in my neck. For a moment, nothing moves but the world around us.
“Are you okay?” he asks shakily.
“Only a little,” I say, and it’s true. The sharp edge is gone, replaced by a deep ache that flares into something bright every time he shifts.
Everett starts to move, gently at first. I can feel every ridge and every inch of him as the sensation builds, slowly at first. My hands roam over his back, mapping the muscles as they tense and relax with each movement. I rake my nails down his spine, and he shudders, hips bucking harder.