Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Stop thinking and just feel. I’ll get you there.”
"Please." The word is barely a whisper.
I free her hands so I can grip her hips and rock her against my cock, thrusting up at the same time. I keep my mouth on her neck, licking and sucking as I work her. It's a fight not to come. I always have full control of my body, but not with her. She has a death grip on me, and I never want to be free of it.
Bonte's breathing starts to grow more shallow, and her hips start to rock with my motion, but I don't let up on my own. I'm getting my girl there. Her hands fly up to my shoulders, gripping me, her nails digging in. She’s close, and I know she’s fighting it thinking it’s wrong.
"Come for me, Bonte. It will be our little secret."
"Eros!" Her whole body jerks, and she pushes her cunt down hard on my cock. My name is still tumbling from her lips. My balls draw up tight, and I explode. I close my eyes as I orgasm so hard it's almost painful.
I let my hand fall from her hair, and she collapses into me. She buries her face in my neck. I wrap my arms around her, tucking her in closer to me. Soon her breathing evens out, each breath matching my own. We sit in silence, enjoying the aftermath but also wrapping our minds around what just happened.
After a few minutes, the endorphin rush from her orgasm must start to taper. I feel her body start to tighten.
"Relax," I tell her, sliding my hands up the back of her shirt to gently stroke her. I know her mind is already racing with so many thoughts.
"I can't believe we did that." She's still whispering.
"I want you. You only have to admit you want me too." She licks her lips, her tongue slightly brushing against my skin. I have to close my eyes to keep myself in check. I need more, but I can't push too quickly.
"Whatever. A girl has needs." She lets out a sassy huff. I hope she doesn't figure out how much her attitude does it for me. I want to work her up just to work her down again.
"Needs I'll take care of."
"Well, I am trapped here. It's the least you could do." Slowly she sits back up, still straddling me. My eyes drop to her neck. Fuck me, she's going to murder me when she sees what I've done.
It will be worth it. Seeing my mark on her neck calms me in a way nothing else ever has. Bonte is going to be mine. Along with all her secrets.
Chapter Eight
BONTE
Ididn’t know an orgasm could linger. Hell, I didn’t know I’d be able to feel one all the way down to my toes. Clearly, I’m not as good at giving them to myself as Eros is.
I may have played it off as though it didn’t really mean much, but in all honestly, Eros has rocked my world. I felt truly seen for the first time in my life. It’s been years since I allowed myself to be that vulnerable with anyone.
The thing is nothing else has happened since then. That was two days ago. I’d almost think it didn’t happen if not for the hickey he left on my neck. Eros marked me, and I’ve caught him staring at it more than once.
Now I’m starting to go crazy. I don’t know if it’s cabin fever or the sexual tension. Eros is acting the same but keeping his hands to himself. I do, however, think he is sharing a bed with me, but he goes to sleep after me and is up before me.
Hell, the man will have run five miles, and I'll barely be opening an eye. But I can see the outline of where he was on the other side of the bed. I'd call him out on it, but that doesn't work with Eros. He'll own right up to it and shrug like it's normal. It makes it really hard to pick on him and be a brat. Everything I throw at him he easily catches unbothered.
“How long are we staying here?” I sit up on the couch where I’ve been sprawled out watching movies. I will say it has been nice to be able to shut down. In this cabin, the outside world doesn’t exist.
“Not sure.” I watch as he dices up an onion. He’s far too good with that knife. Even that is hot.
“Gah!” I throw myself back down on the couch. A few seconds later, Eros appears over me.
"Do you want to go home?"
"Obviously!" I snip, then sink my teeth into my bottom lip because I want to take it back.
"Try again, Hellcat."
I glare at him, but he's unfazed. In fact, I'm starting to think he enjoys it when I do it. That maybe he likes getting me all worked up.