Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
"Ride me," he says, his hands gripping my hips. "I want to watch you take control."
I lift myself up and position him at my entrance, then slowly sink down onto him. We both groan as he fills me completely. I brace my hands on his chest, careful to avoid the brand, and start to move.
"That's it," he encourages, his thumbs digging into my hipbones. "Fuck yourself on my cock."
The words send a jolt of heat through me. I've never been one for dirty talk—it always seemed so performative with other men. But with Legion, it feels natural. Real.
"You like that?" I ask, grinding down on him. "You like watching me fuck myself on your cock?"
He smiles at my reciprocal dirty talk. "Fuck yes," he growls. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."
I increase my pace, riding him harder. The angle lets him hit spots inside me that make my vision blur. I can feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
I slide my hand between us, finding my clit with practiced fingers. The sensation of being filled by him while touching myself creates an almost unbearable pleasure. My body's already humming, vibrating on the edge of release.
Legion watches me with midnight eyes, his face strained with the effort of holding back. I gasp, my movements growing quicker as I continue to slide myself back and forth across his cock.
His calloused hands begin guiding my hips. Urging me on, making me fuck him faster, deeper, harder. Every thrust hits something deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. His fingers are pressing into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
But I don't care.
I like it.
I like his rough touch. I like his dirty mouth. I like the way he fucks me. I like the way he looks at me. I like the way he talks to me.
Hell, I just like him.
All of him.
And I can truly say that now that I've seen who he really is.
I am hungry for him. Starving for him.
And as I'm thinking this, I shatter completely, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crash through me like a summer storm.
Through the sweet haze of my release, I feel him thrust up hard, once, twice, his body tensing beneath mine before he follows me into oblivion with a sound that's half curse, half prayer.
I collapse onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms come around me, holding me close as the aftershocks ripple through us.
"Fuck," he says softly, pressing a kiss to my temple.
I laugh breathlessly. "Yeah."
We lie like that for a while, connected in every way possible. I trace idle patterns on arms, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow beneath my palm.
And now, I allow myself to drift…
Until I suddenly remember. "Oh, shit!”
"What?" he mumbles.
"We have dinner plans!”
He stiffens slightly beneath me. "What?"
"With Havoc and June," I explain. "At seven. She invited us when I was looking for you. I said yes, obviously.”
Legion moans. His hand coming up to stroke my hair. "I don't know, Savannah. I’m not sure it’s a good idea."
"Why not?"
"Because..." He pauses, seeming to search for words. "This is all happening too fast. You getting that tattoo, the vote, the leaked videos..."
I lift my head to look at him. "Are you ashamed of me?"
"What? No," he says immediately. "Never. I just—I don't want you getting pulled deeper into this life than you already are."
"I chose this," I remind him, touching the fresh tattoo on my wrist. It's still tender, the skin around it red and slightly swollen. "I chose you. And that means… playing the good little woman."
One of his eyebrows rises up to the ceiling. "Good little woman?"
"Oh, my god, Legion. Did you see that June? She's like Betty fuckin' Crocker had a baby with Jesse James."
Legion laughs. "Yeah, June is somethin' else, all right. She's military too. Her aim puts mine to shame."
"Well," I say, "I like her style. Apparently, they have kids?"
"Six," Legion deadpans.
"Six? Wow."
"Yeah." He looks at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he sighs again. "Dinner, huh?"
"Seven sharp," I say, offering him a small smile. "Havoc said if his kids can be on time, so can you."
A ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Havoc said that?"
"He did."
"Well, fuck. I guess we're having dinner with Havoc and June."
I lean down to kiss him, soft and lingering. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For letting me in," I say. "For not pushing me away."
His expression clouds slightly, but he doesn't respond. Instead, he pulls me down for another kiss, deeper this time. I can feel him stirring against me again, his body responding to mine with a readiness that still surprises me.
"We should probably get cleaned up," I murmur against his lips.
"Probably," he agrees, but his hands are already roaming my body, tracing the curve of my spine, the flare of my hips.