Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 719(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 480(@300wpm)
Every orgasm, every soft touch, every roughly spoken command. It was all Cristian.
The reality of that hits me all over again, bleeding fire through my veins as I meet his gaze.
We stay like that as he shifts his weight and drags his cock through my arousal, slowly sinking inside me.
There’s an intimacy about this moment that destabilizes me. I’ve never had another man fuck me bare, and I’ve definitely never looked them in the eyes while they do it. It’s hypnotic watching him shudder as he settles inside me, as if this is exactly where he belongs.
He stares at me with a heavy-lidded gaze as he rocks into me, a current of electricity stretching between us. It’s insanely hot seeing Cristian unleash his restraint. But it’s also terrifying because I’ve never been able to let go like this with anyone else.
The sudden urge to shield myself wells up inside me, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he fucks his possession into me. I just want to chase the high, but I should know better by now. The moment I start to distance myself, Cristian stops moving.
“Eyes on me, dea,” he commands.
I force my eyes back open, and when I meet his, it unravels all my defenses.
“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll think you want me to fuck you,” he murmurs.
A faint smile teases my lips as I shake my head, secretly enjoying this side of him.
“I do want you to fuck me,” I tell him. “Was that unclear?”
He clamps a hand around my thigh and hooks it around his back, giving him more space to slide even deeper.
The pressure and intensity of feeling so full is already ramping up the tension inside me, but when he picks up the pace, it hurls me straight toward a cliff.
Gripping my hip, his fingers bite into my tender flesh, and he fucks me into the bed until he wrenches another orgasm from me. It sends me reeling, and I ride that wave all the way through the last aftershock.
Cristian’s muscles draw tighter with every thrust, and I know he’s close, but he’s holding back. When his lips brush my ear, I understand why.
“Tell me to come inside you,” he rasps.
Those words ignite a bolt of white-hot desire deep within me. It’s insane and reckless, but I’ve never wanted to play a more dangerous game. I’m not thinking beyond this moment. I just know that I need to feel what it’s like with him, and I’ve already made up my mind.
“I want you to come inside me.” I scrape my fingers over his back, pulling him closer.
A low fuck escapes him on a harsh breath as his hips jerk, and he buries himself deep, groaning out his release.
A tremor pulses through him as he fills me with his warmth, and I watch in a pleasure-drunk haze. I’m certain I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than this ruthlessly composed man coming apart for me.
My gaze wanders over him, mapping the broad planes of smooth, tanned muscles as I commit every inch to memory.
He catches me staring, but he doesn’t call me out on it. Instead, he brushes my hair back, checking in with me as if he knows my thoughts are already spiraling.
“All good, gattina?”
I nod, silently observing him as he withdraws from my body and stares down at the cum spilling out of me with dark, hot eyes.
I’m still trying to process when he lies beside me, his palm drifting over my thigh. My eyes fall shut as I replay everything through a new lens. The way our time at Sanctum evolved. How from the beginning, it felt like he wanted to protect me.
How long had he been quietly studying me before we met there?
I always knew something felt out of balance. He understood me before we even began. It was supposed to be anonymous. Detached. But now—I’m not sure what it was.
“You matched with me at the club intentionally.” I sneak a glance at him to find he’s already watching me. “Why?”
The question hangs between us for a long stretch of silence before he answers.
“It was only meant to be one night.”
The delivery of that confession is too raw to be anything other than honest. But I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse. Because now I realize what must have happened.
“And then what?” I swallow.
I expect that he’ll tell me he realized how messed up I was, but I’m not prepared for what he actually says.
“And then I realized I’d grossly miscalculated what one taste of you would do to me.”
Those words settle inside the most broken part of me, and I have no idea how to feel about it.
“I didn’t want to want you either.” His hand slides up my thigh, warm and possessive. “But here we are.”