Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I’m going to come,” she cries out, her nipples pebbled and her back arched as pride flows through me.
Her orgasm seems to last and last, and I hold her by her hips and ride it out with her, nibbling and teasing and loving that I got her off.
And then I can’t get enough of it. The second she starts to come down, I delve between her legs again and lick her until she cries out a second time and pulls me up to her, shaking.
“Please,” she begs me. “Please.”
“Please what?” I ask her in a murmur.
“I need you,” she whispers.
Fuck, that’s all I ever wanted to hear.
I’ve wanted to run my hands through her hair like this for years. Kiss her neck like this for years. Feel her pulse pounding from the orgasms I’ve just given her for years.
It’s almost too good to be real, but I push my face into the side of Gretel’s neck and kiss her again. She is real. We’re here in this godforsaken cottage because she swore the witch was back, but the witch is as dead as she was when we left this place together.
Gretel and I are alive. And I’ll be damned if this place ever haunts her again.
It doesn’t take her long to recover. She turns her head and kisses me, igniting another intense wave of pure need in me. I have to be inside her. There’s no other option. I can’t live another second without being inside of her.
Gretel moves against me, almost frantic, pleadingly. Every part of me has been begging for her since the second I saw her. Why didn’t I realize that sooner? Why did it take so damn long?
It doesn’t matter. We’re here now, and the heat from the fire fills the room, and Gretel keeps her arms around my neck as I position myself over her.
I kiss her jaw and her chin and her lips and slip my fingers between her legs. She moans softly, spreading her thighs again as I slide one finger into her slick opening. Gretel’s tight but takes my finger easily, her hips rocking into my touch.
I add another finger and curl them. She shivers, more pleasure moving through her and her pussy clenching down on my knuckles.
“I need you,” she murmurs. “Hansel. I need you.”
“You can have me,” I answer.
“Please,” she says, her eyes locked on mine. “Please, Hansel.”
I line myself up with her opening and push in slowly watching as her eyes widen and her breath catches.
She feels like heaven. So wet. So tight. So mine. I hold my breath, forcing myself to go still, then stroke Gretel’s hair out of her face.
“We’ll go slow,” I promise her. As much as I want to fuck her with reckless abandon. I know this is her first time.
“I don’t want to,” she says, and rolls her hips. My eyes close and my head drops to her chest at her revelation. She doesn’t know what she does to me. She doesn’t realize what she’s asking for.
More of me pushes inside, and we both gasp.
It feels too good to be sinking into heat, and it takes all my energy not to lose control. I need to fuck her. I need to claim her. I need her to be mine when we walk out of here again. I need everyone to know they can’t take her away from me in the middle of the night, ever again.
I don’t care how delirious I sound in my head. I don’t care that what I want might be impossible. I’m hooked so deep in Gretel’s panting, mewling sounds as she takes me inside her that nothing could bring me back out again.
Until I bottom out and she tightens around me, her thighs wrapping tight around my waist and her heels resting on my lower back. Gretel stares into my eyes, her mouth a tiny o.
“That’s good,” I tell her, and stroke my fingers through her hair. I’m going to shake myself apart if I don’t fuck her soon, but at the same time, I’d be willing to wait forever for her to be ready. “You feel so good. You feel—Gretel. You feel so damn good.”
“So do you,” she answers, and kisses the corner of my lips. “I—” Another strong shiver.
I pull out and thrust back in. Harder and with more force. The rocking of her body forces her breasts to bounce and I’m amazed I don’t come at the sight of her gorgeous curves beneath me.
“Yes. Yes,” Gretel gasps, her feet locking behind me.
Gretel’s body grips me, sending hot pleasure through my hips. I stroke into her hard, my instincts taking over, then slow it down.
I need to slow it down, or I’m going to come, and it can’t be over yet.
Not when I just got her back. Not when I need her so bad I can’t stand it.