Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Waves of pleasure crashed over me. They were stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. “Yes, oh yes! Saxon!”
He licked me through my release, waiting until I was a boneless heap against the mattress to climb up my body and settle between my legs again. Grabbing the base of his dick, he lined it up with my entrance and took my mouth in a deep kiss as he drove forward.
I had no warning before he fully sheathed himself inside me. The stretch was intense, a sharp sting mixing with pleasure, and I froze, my breath catching.
“Fuck,” he groaned, breaking the kiss and burying his head in my neck. “So damn tight.”
I went still, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Uh-huh.”
He lifted his head, concern in his eyes. “Am I hurting you?”
I shook my head and admitted with a nervous laugh, “Oops, didn’t I mention that I’m a virgin? Or was, I guess.”
His eyes filled with awe. “You saved this for me, sunshine?”
“Yeah,” I confessed, my cheeks filling with heat. “Probably something I should’ve mentioned sooner.”
His hips flexed in the tiniest movement. “That depends on how much it hurts.”
I did an experimental wiggle, surprised to find I was already adjusting to his size. “Not bad.”
“Because you were made to take me, Ivy.”
I nodded, my cheeks flushing. “Only you.”
His control snapped. He grabbed my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, and draped one of my legs over his arm. The shift opened me up, and he sank even deeper.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned.
“Oh, wow.” He filled me completely, perfectly, and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved.
“Say it again,” he whispered in my ear.
My gaze jerked up to his face, his hazel eyes burning into mine as a muscle jumped in his jaw. “What?”
“That you’re mine.”
I twined my arms around his neck. “I’m yours, Saxon.”
Something inside him broke loose at that. His pace turned rougher, desperate. Every roll of his hips drew a cry from my lips and each kiss branded me deeper.
He caught my mouth again, swallowing my moans until pleasure built into something fierce and bright. When I shattered around him, his name tore from my throat. “Saxon!”
He followed a heartbeat later, burying his face against my neck as his body shook with release.
For a long time, we just stayed tangled together, breathing hard, the room filled with the steady rhythm of our hearts.
Eventually, Saxon shifted, pulling me against his chest and tucking me beneath his chin. One big hand traced lazy circles along my back.
“You okay?” he murmured.
I smiled against his skin. “Better than okay.”
He pressed a kiss to my hair. “Good. Because that’s not the last time you’re saying it.”
I laughed softly. “Bossy much?”
His chest rumbled beneath my cheek. “You bring it out in me, sunshine.”
14
SAXON
Iwoke to the soft weight of Ivy curled against my chest and the even rhythm of her breathing. Morning sun filtered through the curtains, lying across the bed and her bare skin like a spotlight designed just for me. Her hair was a tangled mess against my shoulder, her leg thrown over mine, and her hand rested on my stomach, her fingers twitching slightly like she was dreaming.
She was so fucking gorgeous. And even though I’d made her tell me over and over the night before, it was a little hard to believe that all this perfection was mine.
I didn’t move. I just lay there, letting the moment stretch, watching the way the light caught in the strands of her inky hair and how her nose scrunched faintly when she stirred. Something was stupidly addictive about waking up with her like this. My sheets smelled like her. My skin, too. And it was as hot as fuck. My cock agreed by jumping to attention.
She made a quiet sound and shifted closer, her lips brushing my chest. A few seconds later, her eyes cracked open, still hazy with sleep, and focused on me.
A slow, sweet smile curved her delectable mouth.
“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice soft and a little hoarse.
It probably made me a son of a bitch, but I couldn’t help feeling smug since the roughness had been caused by her screams of ecstasy. I blinked a few times, pushing away those thoughts before they escalated. She’d been a virgin last night, and I’d taken her hard, multiple times. Her sweet little pussy needed rest.
“Morning, sunshine,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair off her cheek.
She blinked slowly, then smirked. “Do you have a habit of staring like a serial killer in the mornings?”
I traced her lips with the tip of my finger and grunted, “Can’t help it when the view’s this good.”
Ivy’s cheeks turned pink, and the corners of her eyes crinkled like they were smiling. A yawn overtook her, and she stretched like a cat, the movement dragging her bare breasts against my ribs and making every last muscle in my body tighten. It didn’t escape her notice, and I watched her expression take on a hint of smugness, knowing her feminine wiles had ensnared me.