Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“You feel so good,” I moan, parting my legs so he can wedge his thigh between them. Firm, warm. I grind against him. “That’s so good…”
With one hand, he works the T-shirt up over my chest—I arch my back, crying out when his tongue circles my nipple before he draws it between his lips and sucks until I have to grind harder or else the ache in my clit will kill me. “Yes, yes,” I plead, raking his back, running my fingers through his hair. I can’t get enough.
“I have to touch you,” he groans against my skin, breathing as hard as I am when he reaches down and cups my pussy. Something close to a scream fills the room—it’s me, screaming after months of needing this more than anything. My body writhes against him, grinding, chasing the high I’ve been denied for too long. His fingers move through me, reclaiming me, until the tension is too much and I have to let go.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Kellen grunts in my ear while I shatter. “Give it to me. I want to hear it.”
I’m still coming, shaking and gripping the sheets once he rolls me onto my back. He’s not gentle now. The floodgates are open. There’s no holding back.
The touch of his tongue to my already swollen, quivering flesh is electric. My hips shoot up off the bed, and I take hold of his head with both hands, giving myself to him, humping his face while he laps at me. The vibrations from his growls move through my core, taking me higher. “Harder,” I beg, pulling his hair, jerking my hips. He spreads my legs wider, opening me to him, and feasts.
I’m totally lost. No thinking. Only feeling every single pulse of sensation when I come again. It doesn’t stop right away, either. It goes on and on through me like wave after wave until I’m pulled under into sweet, silent darkness.
With him. With him, crawling between my legs, piercing me with one deep stroke. I reach for him, holding him tight against me while he moves slowly. Wrapping my arms and legs around him like I’m afraid to lose him, like I will be ripped apart again.
But no. When he lifts his head and looks down at me, I know that won’t happen. This is it. He’s never letting go of me, and I am never, ever letting go of him again. I can’t. Not when he’s the other half of me. I can’t be whole without him.
“So close,” he growls, pushing deeper, filling me and stretching me and making me moan against his shoulder. It’s too much; I’m almost afraid, but there’s no stopping now. Not when we’re both close to the edge, with every slam against my core taking us a little further.
“Yes!” I gasp when the tension reaches its height; and I feel myself starting to come apart. “Yes! Kellen, yes! I’m coming!”
And then I fall back, shaking and sobbing when he pulls out and comes with a roar. The sound makes me smile to myself while he spills his seed on my skin. I’m still smiling when he’s finished cleaning me up, stretching, and sighing and feeling renewed. Fresh. Like I’m ready to start over.
And the first step is sinking into his arms, letting him pull me close in the middle of the twisted sheets and pillows that somehow got shifted all around until it looks like battle happened here. “I almost forgot how good it was with you,” he murmurs after a long, satisfied silence.
“I didn’t forget,” I whisper, running my nails over his chest and listening to his heart pounding under my ear.
“Is it…I mean, are we…”
I hear the hope mixed with the hesitation. Looking up at him, I see it playing over his face, too. “Are you asking if this was the only time we’re going to do this?” I venture.
“Yeah. Is it? This doesn’t have to mean anything,” he quickly adds. “I should’ve said that right away.”
I love him. I love how unsure he is. I love how much he wants to make this right for me. Touching my fingers to his lips, I shake my head. “You don’t have to worry. I want more of this. I want more of you.”
“You mean that? Really? You’re sure?” He traces my jaw with his fingers, his touch light as a feather. Like he’s stroking something rare, precious, something worth protecting. “Because I don’t know what I would do if you changed your mind. I’ve already told you what you mean to me. You know I don’t want to live without you.”
“I know that.” I’m touching something precious, too, placing a hand on his chest. His heart pounds wildly under my palm. “And I don’t want to live without you, either. I’ve tried it. I don’t recommend it.”