Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Snarling, he yanks down my shirt, sucking hard, adding teeth.
“You asked for this, Nile. Don’t cry when I mark you.”
I’m so effing gone.
But at least we’re going down together, spinning off into senseless lust where it becomes elemental.
The fire of our skin.
The waterfall roar of our breath.
The slow, sweet ignition deep inside me, hotter than a wildfire and just as unpredictable.
He picks me up effortlessly, turns me around, and slams me against the counter.
Something rolls off it and crashes to the floor, but we’re both past caring.
My legs lock around his hips, pulling him closer, closer.
His cock’s weight moves against me, and thank God for those evil sweatpants, because I can feel the way he throbs when I fist his t-shirt in my greedy shaking fingers.
No one’s ever done this.
No one’s ever made me this ravenous while we’re still fully clothed.
He draws my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks.
Pure pleasure spikes, spirals, sinking into my core.
I grind against him like the helpless thing I am, loving how he groans.
“Clee,” he rumbles.
And he breaks away, both hands framing my face now, thumbs stroking my cheeks as he holds me in place.
His searing breath scorches my face like a delicate flower being burned. I tighten my legs around him, just in case he’s having second thoughts.
Even in the dim light, I see the hunger in his eyes, a desert night alive and restless with so much color.
“Don’t stop.” I lick his lips, messy and wet.
“We should—”
“Fuck you,” I throw back.
He chuckles. He actually laughs, and it must be funny when he’s reduced me to his toy and we both know it.
“Asshat,” I hiss. “If you were serious, I’d scream right in your ear.”
“Go ahead. I plan to make you scream, little girl.” When he looks at me now, his eyes are very, very dark.
Holy shit.
If any part of me wasn’t liquid before, it instantly melts. My pussy throbs with my pulse, racing to my ears, hollowing me out.
“You’re so arrogant, but you come by it honestly. I want that big cock,” I whisper, reaching between his legs, loving how he bares his teeth when I squeeze him.
Girthy doesn’t begin to describe it.
This man is part tree.
And he makes another feral sound—something deeply animal resonating from his soul.
“You want honest? Start by making me come with that mouth.”
I gasp with delight.
I’m still pretending to be Miss Confidence, but he has me all kinds of screwed up.
The darkness in his smile before he kisses me again tells me there’s zero chance we’re stopping now.
One hand fists my hair, forcing my head back so he can stamp kisses down my throat.
My breath is torn.
His hips grind against me, and I let out a muffled moan.
“Don’t hold back,” he tells me.
So bossy. I don’t even care how predictable it is.
I arch my back into him, offering him my breasts, and he takes the invitation, closing his mouth around one through the cotton of my shirt.
“Oh!” I gasp.
“These tits,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about them for days.”
I’m not exactly busty, but he cups my other breast like it was made for him.
It’s insanely erotic, watching his large hand eclipse me and squeeze.
The wet material of my t-shirt shifts against my damp nipple as he moves his mouth. He sucks my other nipple, and I tingle until I’m shivering.
I just hold him against me then, rolling my hips until he snarls and curses.
“Holden, fuck me right here. Now,” I whisper.
“The kitchen?” He lifts his head and glances at the window looking down at the distant road. If anyone was out for a walk and looked up, they’d see us.
My blood heats at the thought.
But maybe he’s right and we shouldn’t.
There are other worries. Safety concerns I haven’t let myself dwell on.
Everyone here is a stranger to me, but they’re his community. Neighbors. People who know him and Kit.
Do I demand he close the blinds or—
“Bedroom,” he says, lifting me up and carrying me to the stairs.
Again, I marvel at the raw force in his arms, the way he carries me like I’m weightless. He could throw me around without breaking a sweat.
I wrap my arms around him tighter, kissing the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
When I bite his shoulder, he grunts, trapping this low purr in his throat as I lick away the sweetest sting a second later.
I glide down his body slowly, until I grab the tip of his cock.
He pauses, turning so my back is against the wall.
We’re still in the hall. I wonder if we’ll even make it to his room.
Honestly, I’m way past caring.
Let him have me against the wall, the floor, wherever he pleases.
He can have me in hell itself just as long as he’s in me.
Shaking, it’s my turn to bite his lip. He drags his cock against me viciously, more punishment than tease.