Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
“Headache gone?” he asks, tracing my hairline from my forehead to my earlobe with his fingertip.
He’s so damn handsome.
I nod. “D-did you stay the whole time?”
“Almost. Come here,” he orders gruffly, rolling to his back.
I blink twice and raise myself up onto one elbow. “Come there?” I inquire, seeing that he’s nude. Nude and erect.
Oh, my stars.
He crooks his finger, so I roll over onto my knees and scoot closer.
What a muscular, perfect body. He’s tall, his chest is extraordinary, as is every inch of him.
His eyes are liquid mercury as he reaches for me and plants me on top of himself, my knees on either side of his hips. He repositions my hips and now I can feel his erection press between my legs, though my clothes are in the way.
“Kiss your husband, Stacy,” he orders.
Goosebumps flare on every inch of my body as I lean forward and press my lips to his. His tongue dips between my lips as his fingers tangle into the length of my hair and sudden wetness surges between my thighs as a reaction to his touch. His scent. His voice.
The power this man has over my body is still so surprising.
“Take your clothes off and show me what’s all mine,” he requests gruffly. “Only mine from here on out.”
His. Yes, I like that I’m all his. Only his. It washes through me as I grab the hem of my top and pull it up and over my head while he helps by shimmying the high-waisted yoga pants down below my hips.
I stumble, trying to balance on one knee to make room for the pants to come off, but it’s not going to work so I have to roll off him. I land on my feet and peel them the rest of the way down. Stumbling and nearly tripping to get them all the way off.
“Look how sexy I am,” I quip, embarrassment heating my cheeks.
“Get back here,” he demands, not seeming amused.
And as I get back on top of him, he grasps my underwear at both hips and shreds them before tossing them.
This makes me gasp. While I’m reacting in what feels like slow motion, he’s pulling my head down and plunging his tongue into my mouth, his free hand tightening on my butt while he commands, “Guide my cock inside.”
This is… exciting. This bossiness. The carnal look in his eyes.
“Now,” he tacks on.
The gruffness of his voice as he bosses me is sexy. Sexy, not scary. His aggression right now… it’s… erotic.
My face must betray my surprise because he says, “You wanted direction. You’re getting it. Maybe not every time, because sometimes I’ll be more than fine with you laying back and taking what I give you, but I’ll give you direction other times. Okay?”
I nod with enthusiasm and his intense gaze burns through my skin, his meaning penetrating at the same time as the memories of what I said a few hours ago wash over me. I feel my face heat up with embarrassment at my drunken admission. But Greyson’s expression is hotter, so I get down to the task I’ve been assigned and do what he’s told me to do.
I reach down and take his thick erection into my grip before guiding the tip to my slippery opening.
“Good girl,” he praises, and this makes me melt as I fill myself with the first few thick inches of him.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Eagerly. Sitting on him, staring right into this alpha’s eyes while I ease down onto him.
Yes, I want his praise. I like it. A lot.
Apparently I’m taking too long because he takes over, driving his hips forward so he’s fully seated.
I hiss at the fullness, then luxuriate in it as the pinch transitions to something way better.
“Move a little, wife. Rock nice and slow for me.”
I rock my hips forward a few times, but it doesn’t take long before I can’t do much because his knot pops out, taking me from full to deliciously over-full. I whimper at the sensation of pleasure woven with discomfort and do my best to adjust so I can continue to follow his directions while his knot pulses inside me.
“Grab onto my shoulders for balance,” he orders.
I do, and just in time because the vibrations of his knot are rocking my body for me. I rock against the pulsing and it’s incredible. I’m quickly overtaken by sensation that’s a hundred per cent pleasure.
“Can’t go slow,” I whimper, and he doesn’t look like he minds, because he rasps, “So beautiful; you feel so fucking good,” and now a growling sound of pleasure rumbles forth from his chest, past his lips.
I take the sensual, vibration music as a command and twist to expose my neck, my entire body erupting in gooseflesh.
He knifes up and bites my mate mark, letting out another growl. This one is longer, coming from somewhere even deeper inside him, and having an even more massive effect on me – the detonation of all the best pleasure nerve endings in my body, all at once.