Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
So utterly profound.
Silas started to peel them down, taking my underwear with them. A low groan rolled out of him as he edged back and dragged them all the way down my legs.
Slowly.
Like he was savoring every inch that he exposed.
He tossed those aside, too, and then he was rising up high on his knees, staring at me.
A flashfire erupted across my skin. Flames licking hot over my naked body, those eyes searing me all the way through.
“How’s it I have a goddess in my bed?”
Redness streaked, and I squirmed.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” His words scraped over me like rough, desperate caresses. “Have any idea the way you flipped everything upside down? Crashing into my life like you did?”
“I doubt it’s half of what you did to me.”
“Promise you it’s a whole lot more than that. I may not deserve you, Brinley Webber, but I’m going to spend my whole life trying to.”
Dipping down, his mouth possessed mine, his kiss deep and long and slow. His lips sweeping over mine in fluttery brushes.
His tongue soft and warm and invading.
He wound me into a needy puddle, and the only thing I could do was pant and squirm beneath him.
He picked up a trail going south.
My jaw. My neck. My right breast.
My nipple sucked into his sinful mouth.
My belly.
The tops of my thighs.
His lips adoring every inch as he kissed lower before he scooted all the way off the end of the bed.
He knelt to untie his boots, then he rose high.
Towering over me, his stare unwavering as he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped the fly.
He shoved them down and off his ankles.
And Silas Mercer stood in front of me bare.
Completely naked.
In a way he hadn’t since we first started pleasuring each other.
If I thought he was intimidating before…
I pushed up onto my hands so I could take him in.
His cock jutted for the ceiling, gleaming with the rod that pierced his tip.
His abs trembled and his heart rolled.
Depravity dripped from the demons that crawled across his flesh. A warning of who he really was and what he was capable of.
And I knew what I was asking for. What I was surrendering to. Offering this wickedly dangerous man my body and soul.
“King.”
With the way I breathed it, I knew it said everything.
“Wildfire,” he grunted.
The connection that had drawn us together from the beginning twisted around us as he climbed back onto the bed and wound himself between my thighs.
A storm that formed at the ends of the earth and gathered to consume us.
His skin skimmed mine.
A stoking of the flames.
Magnifying the severity.
Warm, whiskey eyes were pinned on mine.
“Saw your pills on the counter, and I’ve been tested. Want you bare,” he grunted.
Nothing between us.
I arched up, pressing against his hot, hard length.
Begging for it, too.
A guttural sound rolled in his chest, and he rocked up, his forehead pressed to mine as he tried to temper the lust that screamed.
Volatility shocking through his domineering body.
Clearly he was trying to control himself.
Worried that he was pushing me in a direction that I wasn’t ready to go.
My fingers sank into his shoulders, our stares unwavering as I breathed across his lips, “I’m safe with you.”
“I promise that you’re always going to be.” The words came with the force of an earthquake.
Silas reached between us, taking himself in his hand and aligning with my center. The blunt head of him brushed my lips, notching just inside, a pulsing fullness that wasn’t close to being enough.
A shaky sound wheezed out of me as he stared down at me for one moment more.
An oath.
A promise.
Our truth.
Then he growled as he drove himself deep.
Every ounce of oxygen fled my lungs. The man so big he overwhelmed. My body stretched to capacity as he took me whole.
My nails scratched at his back as I struggled to adjust to his size. Or maybe I was just struggling to adjust to the sharp shift in my life.
A whimper of yielding curled out of me.
One that Silas swallowed, his words murmured into my mouth. “Brinley, fuck. So good. So good. Nothing in the world like the feel of you.”
As if he’d been struck the same way.
Changed in a blink.
In the joining of something that shouldn’t be but somehow came into focus in perfect, quick sense.
“Nothing.” I clung to him as I said it. Like my life depended on it.
I guess in some way, it did.
Silas slid an arm around my waist, splaying his palm wide at the small of my back as he dragged me close, this man who’d broken down every wall and every reserve.
The one who’d made himself a place in the hollowness and filled it to overflowing.
“You fit me perfectly, baby. Do you feel it the way I do? Like you were made for me. Like you’ve been embedded in every cell.”