Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
She clings to me, arching against where our bodies touch, the thin fabric separating us damn near searing.
She kisses me harder, slipping her tongue between my lips to meet mine, and I damn near fall to my knees.
Goddamn, she was made for me.
She feels like mine.
Instincts blaze, begging me to hoist her up and fuck her right here against this door, claim her as my mate and finally seal that bond between us forever.
But I know she's not on the same page.
I know I merely feel good to her, and I'm prepared to be that for her as long as she keeps me close.
I pull back, both of our chests rising and falling rapidly. I cup her cheeks, ensuring she sees the sincerity in my eyes. “I went into statis knowing I’d lose the best thing to ever happen to me,” I admit. “And then when I woke up…I spent the last two years thinking you were dead,” I say, my voice cracking slightly. “But you’re alive, and fate is giving us a second chance. Whatever I have to do to make amends for my mistakes, I will. And I'll use every advantage I have, and if your body is my only ally, then so be it. Just tell me you want this,” I say, dragging my hand down the side of her ribs, slipping it carefully beneath her silk top, watching for any sign that she might say no.
When only a needy little gasp escapes her lips, her eyes hooded as she looks up at me, I continue the path until I reach her bare breast beneath the fabric.
I shudder at the touch, at the feel of her breast in my hand as I massage and tease her nipple until it's pert and pebbled for me before doing it to the other. She arches against me, her head back against the door as she trembles beneath my touch.
“Talia,” I growl her name as her hands explore my chest, the muscles in my abdomen, and then lower as she brazenly teases my cock just over the fabric of my pants. The touch is explorative and languid, like we might have touched each other had we been given the chance to complete our vows all those years ago.
I follow her lead, dropping my hand lower and between her thighs, teasing her over the silk. Fuck me, I can feel her heat through the fabric, can feel it dampen as I slide my fingers up and down her slit.
She rocks into the touch, one hand gripping my hip, the other stroking my hard cock over the fabric with a little more vigor. My fangs snap out, and hers do too. It's the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
She moves against my hand, chasing her pleasure without hesitance, the sight of which is winding me up so tight I feel like I have mere decades of life rather than centuries.
“Talia,” I say again, demand in my tone.
I ease up on the pressure between her thighs, slanting my mouth over hers in a quick kiss before pulling back. “You have to tell me you want this. You have to tell me. We've never gone this far before, and I don't want to make one wrong move with you.”
A confident, almost sinful smile shapes her lips as she reaches up and kisses me again, hard and punishing and sexy as fuck. She slips her hand beneath the band of my pants, gasping slightly as she grips my considerable length, her eyes meeting mine.
“I'm not the naive virgin you left standing at the altar centuries ago, Z,” she says, gripping me tight while circling her thumb around my sensitive head, making me jolt into her grip instinctively.
“I'm not either,” I say, slipping my hand beneath her shorts and finding her delightfully bare beneath. “But I’m wildly out of practice,” I admit. “There hasn’t been anyone since I made my promise to you.”
Her lips part, shock filling her eyes. “Zachariah,” she breathes my name.
I never take my eyes off her face as I drag my fingers through her slit, my entire body tensing at how slick she is, how hot.
She moans slightly, rocking against my hand before she releases my cock and brings her hand to join mine. She never takes her eyes off of me as she moves my hand, dipping her fingers into her own wetness before returning to my cock and slicking me with it.
“Goddamn,” I groan, the sensation hot and intense as she works her hand over me.
All thought empties out of my head, and I slant my mouth over hers at the same time as I slip a finger into her heat, shuddering at the sensation.
She moves against my hand, keeping pace with her own torturing of my hard, aching cock. Her kiss is as needy as the moans escaping the back of her throat as I slip another finger inside her.