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)
“You really believe that?”
“I wouldn’t be lying here if I didn’t.”
Emotion pulled tight across my chest, and I forced out what I’d been struggling with for months.
“I was afraid of bringing Kai here. Afraid that I’d be trading one nightmare for another for him.” I paused, then admitted, “I was going to ask my hacker friend to fake a birth certificate for him so he could be adopted. Find a good family for him who would love him the way he deserved.”
“Silas.” It was a wheeze. A question. An accusation.
Pure understanding.
She pushed up onto her elbow. “I get it. The panic. The fear. But he is so loved. That child…”
Her voice drifted off, no need for the words when her love for him was palpable.
Exuding from her spirit.
I reached up and touched her face. “I couldn’t do it, Brinley. I’ve tried to build myself up to it for the last two months, and I just can’t. I didn’t want to love him, just like I didn’t want to love you.” I hesitated, then asked, “Did you mean it? That you love him?”
She breathed out a shaky sigh. “I think I fell in love with him the moment I met him.”
Significance sharpened the air, and I let my thumb roam the angle of her cheek. “I want us to raise him, Brinley. As ours.”
“What about his mother?”
Hatred shook my head. “She’s as bad as my father. I’ll see to it that she has no rights remaining.”
Tears blurred her eyes, and her throat bobbed. “That would be my greatest honor.”
Overcome, she climbed up to straddle my waist. Weight on her hands as she gazed down like it was the first time she was really seeing me.
I weaved my fingers into her hair. “Then we do this together. You, me, and Kai.”
The enormity of what I was saying almost gutted me. But it was in the most exquisite of ways.
She nodded. Almost frantic. That mesmerizing gaze on me.
The air whirled. Something fierce and knowing and resolute. A weaving of frayed, tattered fabrics into something beautiful.
Fuck me. She was gorgeous.
Wild mane of brown curls kissed in honey raining around her, dripping down around her shoulders and brushing over her perfect round tits.
A vision.
An implosion to my senses.
I gripped her by the waist as she steadied herself on my chest.
Her breaths turned needy and shallow.
“I love you, Silas. I thought I was supposed to hate you, but my heart knew.”
I’d thought mine was incapable, but it’d known too.
Recognized the only one who could warm the cold that had taken over my life.
I slowly sat up, drawn to her heat.
“Forged in the fire, you and me.” I played with a lock of her hair.
“And it’s shaping into something beautiful,” she whispered.
Flames licked around us. That approaching fire I’d felt coming was no longer in the distance.
It was here, lapping up the walls and burning our senses.
Molding our souls together.
Brinley exhaled, and I swallowed it, dove in to take her mouth.
Kissed her wild.
My hands bound up in her hair and this battered heart feeling whole for the first time.
She moaned and rubbed her pussy over my cock.
“You want me again, Little Wildfire?”
She edged back, sass taking to the edges of her face. “You told me I was never going to get enough. I think we should probably test it.”
A growl ripped free.
Playful possession, and I sent her a smirk.
“You want it? Then get on your hands and knees.” I tugged her hair back a little harder, knowing it was going to light the fire inside her.
That hypothesis proved correct when surprise widened her bright eyes before a gush of desire rushed in to darken everything else.
“You want me on my knees for you, King?”
Seemed fair since that’s where she had me.
“That’s right. I want to see that ass in the air so I can get a good peek at all that sweetness dripping for me.”
She slowly slipped off my lap and shuffled around, though she kept looking at me from over her shoulder.
Soft skin glowed in the faint moonlight as she bared herself to me.
Her ass was round and full, and her slit was still soaked just like I knew it would be.
Lust smacked me in the face, and my already raging dick twitched with greed.
“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Brinley Webber? Way you ache for me?”
Her thighs quivered, and I slipped from the bed and onto my feet.
Rising to my full height.
She was still there, on all fours but facing to my right. She gave a tiny yelp when I snagged her by the waist and dragged her around so she was hitched to the edge of the bed in front of me.
Hips swaying in a slow, entrancing dance as she gave me the most enticing view of her beautiful backside.
The delicious expanse of skin and the mesmerizing slope of her spine.