Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 142050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 710(@200wpm)___ 568(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
She stepped into his body. “Make love to me, Dev. Please. I need your magic, and I need it now.”
Fucking hell. Like he was going to say no, though?
Cradling her face in his hands, his eyes roamed her perfect face, from the flushed cheeks to the bloodshot, puffy eyes to her parted lips. Then he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started off slow and soft, but God… it didn’t stay that way. The desperation was unleashed on both sides, everything she didn’t want to think about igniting all that he wasn’t talking about, the two of them burning together.
Burning for each other.
He ended up taking her over to his bed, and when she fell back, he went with her, covering her body with his own. Clothes melted away. Reservations melted away. Reality… melted away. And that was the way he wanted it, too.
Just for this one time. Before he told her who he really was. And if she would just give him a chance to explain, she might see him as something other than the parents he refused to be like.
“Lyric,” he groaned.
Underneath him, she was glorious all naked and undone, her blond hair on his shitty pillow, her body all curves and length intertwined with his own. With raw lust, he kissed his way to her breasts, and heard her call out his name as he worked her nipples, his hands seeking the heat between her thighs—
She was beyond ready for him.
There were reasons to draw this out, until the anticipation cut like a knife and the release was all the sweeter for the pain of delay, but that was not tonight. That was not now.
Shoving his hand down to his hips, he angled himself and—
With a thrust, he—
Shorted his fucking brain out.
The sensations of sliding smoothly into her were too goddamn good, but it was more than just her tight, hot hold. It was her breasts against his bare chest, her mouth under his, the way she moaned his name—
Dev started pumping, and he meant to go slower, but there was going to be none of that. Linking a hold under her knee, he stretched her up and went even deeper. Faster. Harder. Until he felt her nails in his back and there was no way to keep kissing her and the headboard banged against the wall.
She took all of him.
And he did what he could to hold out so that she could orgasm first, but he really didn’t care about baseball or golf or anything right now. In the end, his strokes grew shorter and even quicker, and as his balls tightened and his lungs burned, as she craned underneath him in spite of all his weight—
He started to ejaculate into her, just as she arched one last time herself.
Locking onto Lyric’s lips, he felt the rhythmic contractions of her core as she milked his erection, drawing everything out of him…
Even his soul.
* * *
There was a cleansing to the release.
Lyric didn’t want to think in terms of using Dev—and that truly wasn’t the point, hadn’t been the point, of the sex. No, this raw, explosive collision had been inevitable ever since that snowy street and that stupid billboard, and she was so glad it was finally happening, his body penetrating hers, her arms around him and hanging on for dear life, her inner thighs wet from everything he was pumping into her.
But the reality was, the power of what he made her feel was so overwhelming that it lifted all the burdens she had been carrying. The worry. The sadness. The grief and the fear.
All of that upset would still be waiting for her. Just a little later, on the other side of the pleasure.
And this reprieve was what she needed to keep going.
When Dev finally came to a rest, he kept their bodies linked and lifted his head from her neck, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Hi,” he said gruffly.
“Hi.”
Sweeping her hands up his back, she felt some fresh welts— “Oh, no. I think I—”
“Yeah, there will be no complaints about any of that.” He caressed her lips with his own. “You’re welcome to use me as a scratching post anytime you want. But here, let me get off you so I don’t—”
“No,” she whispered. “I like the weight of you on me. And I like you inside me.”
Both made her feel like she wasn’t floating off the planet.
They kissed lazily for a little bit, and then she wasn’t sure who started moving again first. Maybe it was him. Maybe it was just the friction of her shifting as she repositioned her hips. But as his arousal pushed into her, he then retreated—and sank into her again. And then he eased away—and came back.
The momentum now started, there was no stopping it, and that was exactly what she wanted.