Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
“I know.” She slides her hands to my jaw, bringing our foreheads together. “God, Wolf, I know how deeply significant this is. It’s not just a first time. This is you breaking the last chain of your past. It’s a victory, an awakening, and the kickoff of every wild, vibrant dream you’ve ever deserved. Thank you for letting me share it with you. It means more than you can know.”
“Dove…” My chest expands so fast I swear it cracks open. “Godsdammit. I love—”
“Not yet.” She presses her fingers against my mouth. Then replaces her hand with her lips. “Put it in me, Wolf.”
I’m already grinding my hips and stabbing her with my dick, searching for her entrance. When my crown finds the notch of her opening, I hesitate.
“What’s wrong?” She reaches down, trying to guide me inside.
“Do I just shove it in? Or go slow and easy?”
“You won’t hurt me. Do whatever feels good.”
My breath cuts off as I slowly push in, just the tip, completely overcome by the tight clench and suction that greets me.
“Oh, gods. Oh, fuck. You feel…” I choke against her mouth. “Un-fucking-real.”
“Wait until you’re all the way in, Loverboy.” She pushes her pelvis closer, pulling me in another inch.
I groan, blown away by the swarming sensation and shaking with the restraint to not go full animal on her.
“Fuck me, Wolf.” She bands her arms and legs around my torso and holds on tight. “Give me the fighter, the ferocious survivor, the beast who clawed his way out of hell.”
That’s it. I drive into her in a hard, unpracticed thrust, and everything changes.
No pain. No shame. No fear. I’m unbound and far removed from Hoss as I crush her between the wall and my chest and let my instincts take control, plunging and pounding and claiming her on my terms.
There’s nothing civilized in the way I fuck. No technique or skill. Just raw, primal movement. And she takes it. She moans and gasps and lets me in and in and in, deeper, rougher, opening for my feral tongue and savage hammering.
I’ve felt pain, cold, terror, but nothing like this. Nothing even close to this intensity. It stimulates every nerve and invades every inch of skin, this beautiful, wild joining.
With our lips wed, our tongues entwined, and her pussy gripping me tighter than a fist, this is the most connected I’ve ever felt to anything or anyone. We’re one body, one heartbeat, sharing a violent, otherworldly closeness that knits all the frayed, misshapen scraps of my soul to hers, making me whole.
All along, this is what I needed. She’s the missing piece.
She threads her fingers through my hair and guides my face to her chest, holding me there, loving me with her body, and easing the heavy pain I carry. Because that’s what I need. Even when I thought the heaviest ache I carried was my virginity, she knew. I just needed her.
Needing closer, deeper inside her, I peel her off the wall and lower her to the kitchen floor.
The new position gives me the leverage and gravity to melt into her, stretching and penetrating every secret part of her body. But the moment I have her on her back, it’s a fast, urgent climb.
I really hoped I could brag later about how I made love to her with languid thoroughness long into the night. But she feels too fucking good, and I’m not as amazing as I thought.
“Fuck, I can’t… I can’t. I’m—” My lungs lock up. My muscles strain. My molars crash together, and the pressure snaps as I roar, jerking, breaking open, and exploding in a fierce, uncontrollable, forceful spray inside her.
Like a geyser.
Yeah, it’s messy. The orgasm has me in a chokehold as I unload twenty-four years of come. I wonder if she feels the scalding blast. Imagining rivers of my seed shooting up and everywhere inside her fills me with the deepest pleasure.
I intend to keep her nice and full forever.
Caveman thoughts. Great.
Didn’t think I could sink to Kody’s grunting, knuckle-dragging level. But after what just happened with my woman, my mate, it’s like something primitive got its claws in me and shook every smart thought out of my skull.
And something else.
I touch my cheek and find wetness there.
Mortifying.
Still seated inside her, I stare down at my wayward princess and fight a vicious rush of emotion shaking through my bones and skin.
“I know.” She’s crying, too, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. “I know.”
The tears hit harder, hers rising fast, mine right behind them, flaring in my chest and burning behind my nose.
This is the break that follows the fall.
My sweet, orphaned, lonely dove has been stowing away pain since her mother died, packing it tight inside herself. And now she’s releasing it with me, her dark, wild, lonely wolf who knows pain like a second skin.