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)
“Max.”
“I’m not fragile,” I told him. “I don’t break. I can take all of you. And I’m ready for it, Draven.”
“I love you,” he finally said, his voice low, like he was hypnotized. “God fucking damn it. I love you. I’m never going to be able to stop.”
“Good.”
“I’m too much, Max. I’ll need you. I’ll want to claim you and make you mine.”
“Like I wasn’t already?”
His eyes were like two smoldering fires. “You’re perfect for me.”
“Then fuck the come out of me. I’ve never had a cock inside me before and I’m losing my mind—”
He hummed, bucking his hips upward in a quick motion, revealing just how much leverage he had beneath me.
It hit a spot even deeper inside me and I swore under my breath as he hit the new angle.
“Fist around your cock. Now.”
In a flash, Draven moved one hand back to tease his fingertips around the ring of my hole as he fucked me. He prodded at it, as if he was threatening to push another finger inside me.
A finger beside his cock, stretching me even further.
“I’ll kill you if you do that,” I growled.
“Is that right?”
His fingertip continued to tease at me, occasionally pressing a little harder, more little threats.
Each time, my cock throbbed.
Hating it.
Loving it.
I did as Draven said, starting to pump my cock as he fucked my ass.
Every time he teased a little more pain out of me his eyes flared wide, and I looked down at him.
My sick-minded, twisted fucking monster.
No one had ever gotten to me like this.
He had me wrapped around him, and all I wanted was to have him fucking want me as much as I wanted him.
“We are fucked,” he said, shaking his head a little. “You’d let me ruin your life.”
“I’d let you destroy me,” I told him.
“I love you,” he uttered, his voice thick with lust. “I love every fucking thing about you. You’re going to come for me. Harder than you ever have before.”
“I know,” I breathed.
His cock pumped harder into me. I gripped my dick tight in my fist as I felt him try to slide a finger in alongside his cock in me.
It wouldn’t fit, but the pressure of him trying was enough to send me over the edge.
“Need you,” I uttered. “Need to come. I’m going to fucking come for you—”
“Give me everything.”
I felt it build up inside me suddenly, like a storm about to spill out from the sky. Sensation built low at the base of my cock, my balls tightening as Draven used his hips to shove his cock deep into me.
I realized that he was coming, too. I could feel the pulses of his cock each time, and he looked at me like he was merging into me.
You have all of me.
Absolutely fucking everything.
I was reduced to nothing but sensation.
The heat of my skin.
The heavy fullness of his cock inside me.
I came as he hit that perfect spot inside me, his other hand coming down to cup my balls as I came, like he was milking every drop out of me. I whispered his name as I came all over my own fist, his abs, and up to his chest, painting him in white.
I fell over him, my lips grazing his, a desperate, haphazard kiss. His tongue came out to slide along my lower lip, tasting me.
He was still deep inside.
My heart was still pounding like I’d just run a marathon.
And as he slid out of me, the most surprising thing was that I looked at his face and saw him smile.
A pure, genuine smile, looking at me like he was still one hundred percent here with me.
He wasn’t saying it was a mistake, or that it was the end of something.
Finally, he’d let a wall drop. I felt like I’d broken some code. Like I was behind the castle walls now—in his home, in his heart—and there was no longer any going back.
Draven wasn’t broken. He never had been.
He’d just been hiding.
Chapter 20
Draven
Veil wasn’t like she used to be.
She was fucking better.
The light was clear and pure as I walked with Max out onto the land the next morning. Neither of us got enough sleep, because…
Because I was fucking certifiably screwed the moment I kissed him last night.
I couldn’t stop kissing him, after that.
My beautiful, sexy, goddamn frustrating and perfect Tennessee boy kept me up all night, both of us drifting in and out of sleep in between touching and kissing each other in ways we both hadn’t been able to control.
The thing about me was that I never did anything lightly.
Never half-assed things.
And once I’d fucked up and gone in to kiss Max, everything had changed, forever. It was strange how love worked. I still didn’t think I was capable of it, didn’t think that I was anywhere near worthy of love or giving it to anyone around me.