Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 154379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“One brush of you, and I already feel like I’m going to come apart,” he grumbled.
“Wait until you feel all of me.” My legs dropped open to make him room.
Tender amusement moved through his expression.
“You think I’m going to like it?” It was a tease packed with greed.
Redness flushing my chest and riding up my neck, I bit down on my bottom lip and nodded my head against the rug. “I think you just might.”
Theo brushed his fingers through my hair, and his gaze flitted everywhere, like he was trying to take me in anew as he sank down over me. “I think I like everything about you, Piper Whittman. Every-fucking-thing that you are.”
Heaviness chased away light.
The knowing that thrummed between us.
Our connection humming in the atmosphere.
A torrent of greed and hope and devotion rolled through us.
A flashflood that swept away every insecurity.
“Piper,” he murmured low.
“Theo,” I whispered back.
He dropped down onto a single elbow and let his other hand wander down my side.
Gliding over my shoulder and down my ribs until he was gripping me by the hip.
“It’s you and me now,” he muttered.
I could almost hear the question in it.
The ghosts still trying to get their say.
But they didn’t have any space between us any longer.
I knew that meant I had to fully open to him. Trust him in every way. Give him all my secrets the way he’d given me his last night.
Old fears worked to take hold, but I bit them back and whispered, “It’s you and me.”
Theo angled down and brushed his nose against mine. “I will stand with you.”
He angled back and quickly covered himself before he wound himself back between my legs. His fingers brushed between my thighs.
Flames erupted from the bare touch.
Sparks that begged to be fully set off.
To be freed.
“Need to be inside you.” His words were razors, and I spread myself more, begging him to put both of us out of our misery.
The blunt head of his cock pushed at my center.
So big that the little air that I had wheezed from my lungs.
Tension bound his body, his muscles flexing and bowing as he curled an arm over my head and started to press inside me.
My nails raked down his back at the feel of him.
So overwhelming and huge it was almost too much.
A blissful burn that struck through my insides as he took me whole the way he promised he would do.
As he filled me so deeply there would be no erasing him from me.
But he was already there.
Written on me like a brand.
Scarred.
Scored.
He grunted as he seated himself completely, and I clung to his neck, struggling to adjust to the perfect, blissful feel of him.
We gasped into each other, our lips barely touching as we breathed the other in.
As we became something so much bigger than I ever could have imagined.
As every element of us joined.
Bodies and souls and bleeding, hammering hearts.
“Knew you would wreck me, Piper. Knew you would break me right in two. But I wasn’t prepared for what it was really going to feel like, being buried deep inside you.” His words were a breath that I inhaled.
The man everywhere.
So big and potent and profound.
Rushing.
Capturing.
Claiming.
“You feel it?” he urged. As if he were barely hanging on, about to lose control.
But I thought we’d lost it the first moment our worlds collided.
“Yes. I feel it. I feel you in every recess. In every fissure and crack.”
He pulled back a fraction then drove back in.
Gasping at the rush of sensation, I clawed at his shoulders.
“It’s us. This burn. This fire,” he muttered low, pulling out again then driving back harder that time.
Possessing me in a way that I’d never been possessed.
Wholly.
Completely.
“It’s something I’ve never experienced before. Something I never thought I could.” It tumbled out like he was offering a sordid confession as he dropped his forehead to mine, and he shifted, weaving both our hands together and pressing them to the soft rug at the sides of my head.
He began to work over me.
Slowly.
Perfectly.
His hips withdrawing before he drove back into me.
Our movements were fluid.
Liquid.
A rushing stream that ran between us.
He drove and thrust and fucked, and he sucked down every whimper that I expelled, his lips whispering over mine the entire time.
Bliss shimmered at the edges of my sight.
On the fringes of my being.
As he marked himself into the shape of my soul.
“You feel so good. Nothing in the world has ever felt better than this. Bein’ buried so deep in you.”
His praise fell over me.
Pleasure glinted and gleamed.
Our breaths came shorter and shorter as ecstasy threatened on the horizon.
In that safe place that always felt just out of reach.
He pushed me toward it as if he had the power to take me there.
This man a sanctuary.
Hope.
A dream.
“All this time I spent empty, waiting to be completed by you.” His words were guttural as his movements intensified.