Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Shit, I’m sorry, Danika baby.” He smoothed his finger over her cut lip, leaned in and kissed it softly, intimately even. “I want to go slow, but it is really hard now that I have you, and you’re so damn receptive to me.”
She breathed in and out, not feeling her desire lessen, but instead heighten. “I don’t want slow and gentle.” The sound that came from him had her entire body shaking with her arousal.
It was hoarse, scratchy and dominating, and it was all because of her. He placed his mouth on hers again, much more softly this time, but she wasn’t having that. They were doing this, and it was going to be over the top and not danced around.
She grabbed his hair now on the back of his head and deepened the kiss.
Tongues dueling and breath mingling, they were both like wild, uncontrollable animals trying to get closer, needing more. The kiss was frantic, uninhibited. He moved his hands down her body, and
gripped her waist, his big hands curling around her wide hips. He tugged her toward him with a firm motion, and then in one movement had her lifted onto the counter.
She spread her legs, allowing him to move forward and fit between them. God, she was really going to do this.
Her skirt rode up, and the rough denim of his jeans scraped along the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. It excited her further, made her feel like everything was coming apart inside of her, just crumbling for this man.
She tried to move closer to him, to press her breasts even harder against his chest and alleviate some of this ache that settled in the stiff buds. Still kissing her, still thrusting in and out of her mouth with the muscle, he pressed his erection further against her pussy.
He thrust against her over and over, dry humping her as he groaned against her mouth. He suddenly broke the kiss. They both panted and stared at each other. She may be a virgin, but she wasn’t a prude, but had never felt this kind of arousal move through her before.
“Danika.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse. “I meant to tell your father about the imprinting, about what you are to me, but things took a different turn.”
Yeah, she knew he was referring to her leaving her dad’s house when she couldn’t control her emotions.
“Doing this without telling your father is wrong.”
She knew he was right, knew that if her father ever found out he would never look at her the same again, and would probably break ties with Damien.
But then again, she didn’t know that for sure, didn’t know if he’d feel a sense of relief because Damien was surely the only man that would protect her as fiercely as her dad did. She should have stopped, told him they would talk to her father, but she felt like she was losing her mind.
She felt like this was right, like there was absolutely nothing wrong with being with him.
“I want this, Damien. I want you to be my first.” That sounded so cliché, but it was the truth. The few guys she had dated had never made her feel a sliver of the arousal she felt right now with Damien.
It wasn’t as if she had been waiting until she was married, but more so she had been waiting until the time had been right. This moment, right here and now, was so right.
He rested his forehead on hers, closed his eyes and breathed out. “I’m a strong male, Danika, but when it comes to you I have no control, no reasoning telling me I should stop this. I just can’t because
I’ve waited so fucking long to be with you already.” He cupped her face with his hands, leaned back, and said in a fiercely animal voice, “I will be your first, and the only male that will ever know how sweet and good you feel right here,” he placed his hand between her thighs. A gasp left her when he applied pressure to her panty-covered pussy.
“This is mine. Only mine.”
8
“Danika.” Her name came out as a strangled groan from him. Her pussy was saturated, and all she wanted was to let him know that she was so ready for him, that she had never been more ready for something than she was right now.
He grabbed her waist again, and before she knew what was happening he had her back on the ground, spun around, and had her belly pressed to the counter now.
The Formica was warmed from when she had been sitting on it, but goosebumps popped out along her flesh regardless. Her back was to his chest, and she could feel the defined length of his stiff erection along the crease of her ass.
Licking her lips, she looked over her shoulder. She could see the raw desire on his face.