Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
He comes around the counter, wrapping both hands around my mug so I have to look up at him. The snake tattoo flexes as he squeezes, the scales catching the under-cabinet light.
“People are going to say I’m after your money.” I bite my bottom lip.
“And they’ll say I’m after you for your body.” He shrugs, and the movement is so perfectly Declan I can’t help but admire it. “Let the fuckers talk. I don’t give a shit about what anyone thinks. You’re all I care about. If anyone steps out of line, I’ll show them the error of their ways.”
It’s maybe the most romantic thing he’s ever said, and it comes out like a freaking battle order.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him. “You’re pretty much stuck with me for life.”
He nods like he already knew. “Then let’s play hooky and get married on our way to work this morning.”
“Let’s do it.”
“Then we’ll get married,” he teases as he walks over to wrap his arms around me.
The kiss is a fucking hurricane, all teeth and tongues, messy and desperate like we’re trying to devour each other alive. His hands move everywhere at once, rough and greedy, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt until they pop off and scatter across the kitchen floor. His palms are calloused, hot as they slide up my back, then down to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me yelp. He’s not gentle, and I don’t want him to be. I want him to leave marks, to make me feel it tomorrow.
He grins his fucking predator smirk that makes my knees weak, and growls, “Mine.” I bite his shoulder in retaliation, hard enough to leave teeth marks, and he groans, low and dark, like I’ve just lit a fuse.
The counter is cold against my bare thighs, but his hands are everywhere, keeping me warm, keeping me on fire. He dips his head, his mouth trailing down my chest, and when he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, I dig my nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent moons in his skin. “Yours,” I gasp, and he doesn’t stop, just keeps working me over with his tongue and teeth until I’m arching off the counter, moaning like a porn star.
He shoves my shirt higher, bunching it under my armpits, and slides two fingers between my legs. “Wet and ready,” he mutters, like he’s worshipping me. His fingers are thick, and they slide in deep enough to make me see stars.
“You make me that way,” I pant, clinging to his neck for dear life.
He doesn’t even bother with his boxers, just pulls himself out, thick and hard and already leaking. He lines up, eyes locked on mine, and orders me, “Hold on tight.” His voice is rough, like gravel, and it sends shivers down my spine.
“Yes,” I say, and he pushes in, slow but relentless. The stretch is perfect, so deep I see stars for a second. He’s big, and I feel every damn inch as he fills me up.
His hips snap against mine, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. He’s relentless, driving into me with a rhythm that has me clawing at his back, begging for more.
He brings me to the edge so fast I forget my own name. Out of nowhere, an orgasm blasts through me. My inner muscles clench around him, and he follows with a deep, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and holding me so tight I can barely breathe. His cock pulses inside me as he spills, hot and thick, and I feel every fucking drop.
But he’s not done. Not even close. He pulls out slowly, his cock slick with both of us, and flips me over, bending me over the counter. My ass is in the air, and he slaps it once, hard, before lining up again. “We’re not done yet,” he growls, and I whimper as he pushes back in, even deeper this time.
He fucks me harder now, his hands gripping my hips so tight I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. So worth it. The counter is digging into my stomach, but I don’t care. All I care about is the way he feels inside me, the way he’s stretching me open, filling me up. He leans over me, his chest pressed against my back, and whispers in my ear, “You’re mine.”
I climax again, screaming his name this time, and he follows right after, his cock twitching as he comes deep inside me again. We stay like that for a moment, both of us panting, before he pulls out and collapses onto the floor, pulling me down with him. We’re a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and cum, but I don’t care. I’ve never been happier.
EPILOGUE
DECLAN
I stand in the entrance to our penthouse bedroom, steel briefcase still in one hand, and breathe in my wife’s delicate scent.