Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I arch up to meet him, desperate to be touched, and Kael growls against my lips at my impatience. The stubble on his chin burns my skin, but I don’t care. I want the pain; I want the bruises. I want something that will last beyond this perfect, impossible moment.
He bites down on my collarbone, not enough to break skin but enough to make me gasp and wrap my legs around his waist. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if the other guys can hear us, but I don’t care. Let them. Let all of them know that I am here, that I exist, that for once in my goddamn life I want something and I’m not going to fucking apologize for it.
Kael’s hands are everywhere, my sides, my thighs, the curve of my ass. He flips me again so I’m straddling his hips, and I ride him through the cotton of his boxers, grinding down until I’m shaking from how badly I want him inside me. He’s so fucking hard, his cock pressing to my wet pussy in a way that tells me he wants to be inside me just as much.
He’s got his hands tangled in my hair, pulling me down for another kiss. This one is slower, but no less intense. He breathes me in, like he’s starving. I tug his boxers down just enough. He helps, one-handed, too impatient to bother with subtlety. And then he’s inside me, pushing deep, my body stretching around his large size as a gasp leaves my lips. The pain and pleasure exquisite.
His body tenses and he curses against my lips. I never want to forget the way this feels, his huge body beneath mine, his hands guiding me as I ride him. I run my hands over his biceps, the muscles large and perfect, and I want to feel the way I feel right now forever.
We fuck rough, but it’s strangely sensual at the same time. It’s almost desperate, like both of us know this could be the first and last time and neither of us are willing to let it go to waste. I ride him harder, flattening my palms on his chest, digging in my nails. I don’t want to leave this bed, or this body, or this man who makes me believe I can have something just for myself for once.
Kael grips my waist and flips me underneath again, his hard body coming down over mine as he slowly pushes his cock in once more, thrusts slow but brutal. Every nerve ending crackles with white heat. I forget my own name, forget the reason I came here, forget the weight of everything except the man on top of me who treats me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted.
When I cum, it’s so hard I can’t see, my entire body trembling beneath him. Kael follows, not a minute later, silent except for a strangled groan pressed into my hair as he buries his face in my neck. For a moment, neither of us move, we just lie there, both no doubt thinking about how incredible that was.
Eventually, he rolls off me, but keeps an arm around my waist, a wordless command not to slip away. I burrow into him, let myself be held, and don’t bother stopping the tears that track silently down the side of my face. He doesn’t say anything. He just tightens his arm and kisses the top of my head, like he heard all the things I wasn’t brave enough to say.
And for the first time, I feel like I could survive whatever happens next.
9
The sunlight in Kael’s room is what stirs me from my sleep. I wake alone, the cold spot beside me tells me that Kael has been up for a while. I wonder how long I slept. For a full minute, I lie flat, arm pressed over my eyes, letting the ache in my body announce itself. Last night refuses to leave, his hands, teeth, the way my name sounded in his mouth. It loops, and for exactly five seconds, I let myself relive it, hungry, greedy.
Then I roll and check the time.
It’s ten in the morning.
Shit. I jerk upright, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
I drag myself up, legs still jelly, and find last night’s clothes hanging over the old wooden chair by the bathroom door. I get changed back into them, knowing it is probably a bad idea to walk out in just Kael’s shirt. I find my hair tie, snag it in my teeth, and tie my hair back while I shuffle into the hallway. My mouth is dry, and I am in desperate need of water and coffee.
The clubhouse is weirdly quiet. Kael’s not in the hallway, but I am heading toward the kitchen anyway. I can already hear their voices even before I walk into the small but clean kitchen. Mera and Nia are here, standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the coffee machine, laughing so loud one of them snorts. Nia pours a full mug for Mera, then does a double-take when she sees me. Her eyes widen, and she beams so hard I’m sure she might combust. Mera clocks me instantly and, in the span of one heartbeat, slams her palm against the counter, nearly taking out her own coffee.