Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Something had snapped in me. Nothing else in the world existed to me other than him. His body, his lips, his whole fucking soul.
I wanted to spoil him.
I bit his lower lip, pulling it back. He moaned against me, going back in for another deep kiss right away.
“You feel so good,” he uttered against my mouth a moment later, his voice heavy and thick with lust. “I wanted this so fucking badly.”
“It’s yours,” I whispered.
“Fuck me,” he said, one of his hands coming down around my wrist and squeezing hard. “Fuck me raw. I’m not going to have you make me wait however long you see fit before you give me what I want again.”
I groaned deeply, running my fingers down his back. “Have I told you I like you when you’re needy like this?”
“Damn right I’m needy. And I need you to fuck me.”
My cock throbbed beneath the sheets.
“Not a chance I’m fucking you without the proper necessities,” I told him.
“I need you now.”
“Then come here, baby.”
Chapter 19
Max
Iwanted his tongue in my mouth every fucking day for the rest of my life.
I didn’t care if I was desperate. Didn’t care if I was reshaping every idea I’d ever had about myself, bending it to fit Draven. I was ready to handle anything if it meant I could feel this forever.
His tongue ring was sliding against my tongue, a delicious echo of how obscenely good it had felt along the ridges of my cock.
It made me feral.
As feral as he was. Because I’d brought it out in him.
I hadn’t seen it since the first night I met him. Not like this. The monster inside Draven was out again, in full force, like he was clawing out of a cage he’d put himself in.
But now?
The monster felt different.
I welcomed it.
I’d fucking begged for it.
I wanted him to let go, and he was letting go. Showing himself to me. All of the chaotic, hungry parts of him finally let free.
Finally claiming my mouth with his lips and teeth and answering every question I’d been asking with my whole goddamn body since the moment I met him.
Am I really attracted to men?
Certainly this one.
Do I want more than just sex?
I fucking want it all.
Will he ever accept that I want him?
Fucking. Finally.
Draven slid out of bed and grabbed me in his arms, hauling me out of bed. He slung me across my outstretched arms like he was carrying a goddamn princess, and even though I was well-muscled, he was able to carry me down to his primary bedroom and toss me onto the bed.
The light was better here, anyway.
I could see his face—the way he looked at me when he was fucking gone. No longer trying to be in control of his desires and instead, unleashing every single one of them on me.
His dark hair glinted in the moonlight. I watched as he took something out of the drawer beside us on the nightstand, then shoved down his black sweatpants, stripping nude.
He dropped the lube and condom on the surface of the table, turning to me with a wolfish stare.
His hand came down around my wrists, gathering them together. He was on top of me a moment later, taking my wrists in one hand and firmly pinning them up above my head on the bed, my arms outstretched and restrained.
He kept me held down like that for a moment as he claimed my lips with his. His tongue pushed out into my mouth like he owned it, and my whole body broke out in goosebumps.
He fucking does own it. And I love it.
He kept one hand on my wrists while the other shoved downward past the waistband of my shorts, feeling for my cock below. He wrapped a tight fist around my erection, giving it a firm tug as his mouth explored mine.
The twin sensation was maddening.
His tongue sliding on mine, hot and wet, as he tugged on my cock.
Hypnotic couldn’t even begin to describe it. I let out a moan into his mouth as he touched and teased me until precum dripped from the head of my cock, slicking his fingertips.
“Mine,” he said as he broke off from the kiss.
“I’ve been yours.”
He groaned. “I know,” he breathed, his face inches above mine, the intense look in his eyes piercing into mine.
“Want to know something?” I murmured up at him.
“I want to know everything.”
“I know you’ve been watching me,” I told him. “More than you let on.”
“Is that right?”
“A few times while I ran laps around my parents’ property,” I said. “I didn’t know if I was right, but I could feel it. Feel your eyes on me.”
“Were you pissed off?”
“I was turned on.”
He hummed deeply, squeezing my dick. “Good boy.”
“Told you not to call me that.”
“I knew you liked me watching over you,” he said, pausing to paint a slow stripe with his tongue down my collarbone and onto my nipple. He flicked his tongue ring across it. “You like my eyes on you.”