Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
He kisses me hard. The kind of kiss that leaves no doubt about who owns whom.
“Missed you too,” I say, voice shaking with how badly I mean it.
Hunter leans over and kisses me. The world tilts at a dangerous angle when he slides his hands up under the T-shirt and yanks me closer by my hips. The force of it makes me gasp, and he eats the sound right out of my mouth.
My thighs clamp around his waist, and he grinds in, just enough for me to feel how hard he is through his pants that have definitely seen better days. The pressure sends a jolt through my core, and I arch, grabbing at the sharp angles of his shoulders for leverage.
“Come shower with me.” He plants both hands on my ass, lifting me off the counter like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks me down the hallway, lips never leaving my jaw, my throat, my shoulder. He’s growling, low and constant, and every noise vibrates straight through my body.
He shoves the bathroom door open with his hip and sets me on the edge of the sink to start the shower, then he peels off the T-shirt I’m wearing and tosses it to the tile. I wiggle out of my shorts and undies and let them drop. For a beat, he just looks, hands braced on the edge of the sink, eyes so fucking hungry it actually makes my knees shake.
“God, you’re perfect,” he says, more animal than man.
I can’t take it. I yank at his pants, hard enough to nearly topple myself. “You’re overdressed,” I tell him, trying and failing to sound as cool as I want to. “Fix it.”
He does. His shirt, pants, and boxers hit the floor. Underneath, he’s already hard, thick, and flushed, the sight of him making my mouth go dry. He doesn’t give me long to gawk. With one arm around my waist, he hauls me upright and into the shower, and the blast of hot water is a shock to the system.
We’re instantly soaked, hair sticking to skin, water streaming over every inch. I shove my hands through his hair, digging in as he bends to mouth my collarbone, nipping at the delicate skin above my breast. It’s all touch and sensation, no space for thinking or talking or even breathing.
He pins me against the tile and goes to his knees. I give a little yelp when he grabs my left thigh and throws it over his shoulder, opening me up. For a second, I’m embarrassed, then he slides two fingers through my folds, and my mind shuts down completely.
“I’m going to eat you for breakfast.” His breath is hot, words nearly lost in the roar of water.
I shake my head, wild with it. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my inner thigh, and then he licks me. Slow and sweet at first, just teasing. Then he sucks my clit between his lips, just like that, and I nearly lose my balance. I dig my fingers into his hair and hold on for dear life.
He works me with his mouth, switching between torturously light flicks and deep, insistent pressure, until my knees are jelly and I’m begging, actually begging, for more. His name is a prayer on my tongue, half drowned out by the water and the slap of his hand as he grips my ass, holding me steady.
When I start to shake, he adds a finger, then another, fucking me slow and deep while his tongue never lets up. The coil in my belly snaps, and I come so hard I see actual stars, nails scraping his scalp, sobbing his name like it’s the only word I know.
He stands and kisses me, all tongue and teeth, and I taste myself on him. It’s filthy and perfect, and I want him inside me right now. He lifts me up, and I wrap my leg around his waist. I reach down, fisting his cock, so thick and hot. I have to guide it between my legs, lining him up with my entrance.
“Jesus, Iris,” he groans, forehead pressed to mine. “I need you so goddamn much.”
“Good,” I mutter as he thrusts into me, hard and slow, holding on tight to my ass. The position is brutal, every movement hitting deep. I claw at his back, desperate for something to hold on to.
He kisses me, and I bite his lip. “Faster,” I demand, and he gives it to me. He traps me between his body and the cold marble wall.
The tempo builds, bodies slapping together, the wet sound almost obscene. My head thumps the wall, and I don’t care; I just want to keep him inside, keep this feeling forever.
He fucks me like he owns me, and I let him. Because he does. He already owns me, heart and soul. There’s no space for thoughts. Just his cock pounding inside, his mouth on my neck, his hands everywhere at once.