Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 416(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“Mission accomplished.”
His grin widens, and it makes him look younger, less haunted. His thumb brushes against me.
My thoughts scatter. “Oh god.”
His dark chuckle makes me squirm deliciously. Another deliberate stroke of his thumb makes my hips lift straight off the bed. “Just me. Just you.”
Then he gently pries my legs apart wider, and I feel myself trembling in anticipation. My hands fist the sheets, and my body is wound tight, climbing toward something I have only ever given myself. “That's it, love,” he says. “That's it.”
I sigh as his tongue touches my clit, and I whimper.
“Oh, that's it.” He licks me again and again, slow and deliberate. How does he know exactly where I need the soft, wet pressure of his mouth? He goes all the way down to the bottom and drags all the way up again.
He circles and presses and circles and presses until I'm whimpering, dying, shaking. “That's it, girl. That's it, my girl. Just like that,” he says, his words thick with devotion. Then he takes two rough fingers and slides them inside me, pumping them as he licks my clit again and again.
My hips rock as the first spasm of pleasure washes over me.
“That's it, baby. Come on my tongue.”
I gasp, and then I shudder. Absolutely shudder. I can't see or breathe. My body's writhing in perfect ecstasy.
Over and over—he licks me until I can hardly stand it, and when I finally shatter, he's there, kissing my thigh, my hip, my stomach—slowly, gently modulating the feel of his tongue against my clit until it's too sensitive and he knows exactly when to pull away.
“Beautiful. You're so fucking beautiful when you come.”
I'm still trembling when he kisses his way back up my body. Still shaking when his mouth finds mine and I taste myself on his tongue. It feels so dirty, so wrong, and I fucking love it.
“More. I want more.”
“Greedy little girl.” His hand cups my face with devastating gentleness—the contrast between his words and his touch makes my breath catch.
“We're just getting started.” Then his mouth claims mine again—deeper, harder, more possessive—and I realize he's right.
We are just getting started. I can still feel the coiled violence in his body, like he's holding back. Being careful.
I don't want him to be careful.
“Stop being gentle,” I whisper. “I won't break.”
He growls against my lips. “You don't know what you're asking for.”
“Show me.”
His eyes search mine, storm-gray and intense.
I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never had good sex. Nothing like this. My god.
“Listen, I’m not a virgin, but I—I don't—I don't know much. I don't know how to—”
“I'll show you. I promise, I will.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “I’ve got you. I’m going to take care of you, alright? I’ve got you.”
He brushes the hair out of my eyes. “Why are you nervous, sweetheart? You're safe now. I know you don't believe that yet, and you need to see it with your own eyes. I get that, love. But you're safe now. Do you believe me?”
I nod. It's not… Why am I on the verge of tears? “It's not that.”
He bends down and kisses my cheek. “Just say it. Anything you need, say it. You need me to stop? I'll stop. You need a break? We'll take a break. You want to wait? That's fine, just tell me.”
“No.” I reach for him, desperate. “Don't you dare.”
“You don't understand, Bianca—”
“I chose you.” I pull him closer. “I came back to you. Don't treat me like I don't know what I want.”
“Are you sure?” His voice breaks. “Are you sure?”
“I am. You're the only one who ever loved me enough as I am.” My thumbs stroke his cheeks. “I don't see some safe, boring boy when I—when I can have you.”
Something in him cracks. I watch it happen—his eyes go from stormy gray to black.
He kisses me again, harder this time, more desperate. His fingers slide inside me, and I arch off the bed. The intrusion is strange, tense, not quite painful, but not comfortable either.
“That's it,” he says. “Take what you need.”
I want him inside me. I've never wanted this before, but after feeling him make me climax, I feel incomplete. I need him inside me.
“Atta girl.”
He pushes himself up, slowly undressing. When he shoves his jeans down, I reach for his cock, warm and throbbing in my hand. I can hardly breathe.
My hands fly to his shoulders as he positions himself. He presses the head of his cock to my entrance, gently nudging inside.
He inches forward, and a burning sensation takes over. My fingernails dig into his skin, and I try to relax, but…
“Fuck, you're so tight.” He groans. “So fucking perfect.”
Another inch and I whimper.
“Bianca—” He freezes.
“Don't stop. Please don't stop.”
“You're crying.” He looks devastated. “I'm hurting you.” He goes to pull away.
“No. I need you. Please, Ashland. I want this. I want you.”