Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
I paused at the barrier, searching her face. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
She exhaled and nodded, and I pushed forward, breaking through in one slow, steady thrust until I was fully inside her.
She gasped, tears glinting at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t flinch. Just held on.
“That’s it,” I whispered, kissing her cheek. “You did so well, baby. So fucking good.”
I stayed still, letting her adjust and whispering filthy promises in her ear about how good I was going to make her feel. When her body started to relax, I began to move. Slow at first, I let her feel every drag and push of my cock inside her virgin pussy.
Then her hips lifted. Her breath caught. Her body clenched.
And I lost my fucking mind.
I started to move harder and deeper, my hips driving into her with steady, relentless force. Every inch of her clung to me, her body gripping my cock like she was made for it—tight, wet, and pulsing with need. Her mouth was open, eyes half-lidded, and brows drawn together with pleasure she couldn’t process. It all pushed me closer to the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, biting down on her throat just enough to make her moan. “You’re so damn tight. Squeezing me so hard I can barely breathe. That’s it, baby. Fuck!”
“I don’t,” she gasped. “Reeve, please. Don’t stop.”
“Not a fucking chance.” I drove deeper. “I’ve been holding back for too long. You’re getting everything, Elena. Every inch and drop, every fucking thing I have.”
She cried out, clinging to me, her nails digging into my back. I could feel the tremors building in her again, the way her body started to break apart under mine—desperate, frantic, and utterly undone.
“That’s it,” I panted against her mouth. “Come on, baby. Come all over my cock. Want to feel that tight, wet pussy milk me dry.”
Her entire body went taut, and then she shattered.
She screamed my name. Her legs locked around my hips, and her pussy spasmed in wild pulses around me. “That’s it, baby. Ride it out. Let me fucking feel you come.”
Finally, I slammed deep, locking in tight, and grinding hard once more. Then I roared as I exploded inside her. My release tore through me, brutal and raw, a rough sound ripping from my throat as my vision went white.
I stayed buried to the hilt, my hips jerking one last time. Her body was still clenching, pulling me deeper like it couldn’t let me go.
We lay there tangled, breathless, sweat-slicked, and shaking. I kept most of my weight off her with a forearm braced beside her head, but I wasn’t leaving her body. Not yet. Not when I was still twitching inside her, and she was still so hot and tight around me I could barely think.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed and shining. She looked blissed out and radiant, her hair fanned across my pillow, and her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
I stared at her like a man committing something sacred to memory.
“You’re mine now.” My voice was hoarse with the remains of my need.
She blinked, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “I know.”
My thumb brushed her cheek. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
“Good.” I leaned in and kissed her. Slow, deep, and possessive, nothing like the brutal pace I’d just taken her with. “Remember it.”
I shifted slightly, finally sliding out of her, my body twitching with the aftershocks of what we’d just done. She whimpered, and I kissed her again, one hand smoothing down the outside of her thigh. My other hand grazed her ribs, gentle now, the heat still banked behind my touch but softened with reverence.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked quietly.
She shook her head. “No. It was…everything.”
My throat tightened. I kissed her again, slower this time, just a brush of our lips. Then I rolled us, keeping her in my arms and dragging her over my chest. Her body molded to mine, our legs tangling under the sheets as she settled with a soft sigh.
Within seconds, her breathing evened out, her head tucked beneath my chin, and one hand resting over my heart.
She was drifting.
But I wasn’t.
I was too wired, too aware of every place her skin met mine. Of each breath she took and every tiny twitch of her fingers as sleep pulled her deeper. My body was fucking thoroughly sated, but my mind was burning.
She was mine now.
And I was going to protect her with every breath in my lungs.
No matter what it took.
The nightmare hit hard and fast.
One second, I was sleeping with her curled against my chest—warm, soft, and mine. Next, I was bolting upright in the dark, my heart pounding and breath caught in my throat, drenched in sweat.
In the dream, she’d been gone.
Not walked away—taken. Torn from me by hands I couldn’t see, dragged into the dark while I fought like hell to get to her. My body moved, but it wasn’t fast enough. My fists landed, but they didn’t do damage. Every scream she made faded into silence, like she was already too far.