Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
She explored my chest and shoulders, the featherlight touches driving me crazy with the sweetest torture. She paused over one ragged scar that ran from my left shoulder halfway down my chest.
“Shiv,” I explained before she could ask. “Third year in.”
Something flashed in her eyes. Not pity, but a fierce protectiveness that caught me off guard. She leaned forward, pressed her lips to the scar in a gesture so tender it made my throat tighten. “I hope you gave as good as you got.”
I smirked. “Better than.”
“Good. No one gets to hurt you again, Marcus. Not me, not Detective Reeves, no one.”
I framed her face in my hands, forcing her to look into my eyes while I did the same with her. “You could never hurt me unless you leave me, Cora. And I’ll deal with Reeves. I knew this whole situation with him would come to a head one day. His attack on you is making me force the situation, but the conflict was inevitable the moment I got out of prison.”
“Please don’t do anything on my behalf, Marcus. I won’t be the cause of you getting into trouble.”
“Don’t worry about me, baby. Now that I’ve got you in my life, I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize my good luck.”
Before she could say anything else, I stood with her in my arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around my waist and hold on tightly as I strode down the short hall to my bedroom. I was most definitely making love to Cora, but I was doing it in my bed.
We finished undressing, our motions faster the more clothing we shed. “Need you,” I croaked out. “Come here.”
She came to me without hesitation, her bare skin gleaming under the soft light of my bedside lamp. I lifted her into my arms again, feeling the glorious press of her bare skin against mine. I laid her down on my king-size bed carefully, the sight of her pale body against my dark sheets stirring something possessive in my chest.
“You’re sure?” I asked, needing to hear it even as my body ached for hers.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” she answered, reaching for me.
I lowered myself over her, bracing my weight on my forearms to keep from crushing her smaller frame. Her legs parted, welcoming me between them, the heat of her against my hardness drawing another groan from me. I captured her mouth again before moving down her body with my lips, teeth, and tongue.
I trailed light kisses over her shoulder, down the edge of her collarbone and across her flat stomach. Her skin was like silk under my mouth, and the feeling made me shudder with desire.
Moving back up her body, I buried my face in the hollow of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent as she turned her head to the side to give me all the access I wanted, even as she arched against me. “God, Cora,” I groaned against her soft skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She wiggled under me, pressing herself closer still until the hard length of my erection ground against the soft lips of her pussy. I had to bite back the urge to sink into her wet heat. The only reason I managed was because I was dying to taste more of her before I fucked her. I wanted to worship her body in a way no one ever had, for her to scream my name so much she’d never forget who she belonged to.
“Marcus,” she moaned. “Touch me.” Her breathy demand was all I needed to hear. I slowly licked a line from the pulse point of her neck down to one achingly hard nipple, teasing it with my tongue before taking it between my teeth and sucking gently. She arched off the bed with a cry that vibrated through me.
“More.” I found her breathy demand sexy as fuck. So I gave her what she wanted, kissing and licking and suckling until both nipples were puckered, red, and swollen. Each moan of hers added fuel to the fire in my blood.
“Fuck,” I muttered against her skin. “Too much.”
“Not enough!” Her sharp cry made me groan against her skin. She tilted her hips up in invitation.
“You drive me insane, woman.” Though my tone of voice was harsh, the kisses I trailed down her stomach were reverent and gentle. I wanted nothing more than to eat her up, but I needed to pace myself. Otherwise, I wouldn’t last. And in no reasonable world that is sane and just would I ever come before seeing to her pleasure.
I trailed kisses down her stomach toward the treasure between her legs. Her scent surrounded me now, intoxicating me more than any other drug on earth ever could. She tasted so fucking good beneath my lips that every nerve ending in my body sizzled like lightning just waiting for the final strike.