Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Chapter Five
Jackson
I kissed her hungrily, tasting those sweet, honeyed lips I’d been dreaming of for a week. I claimed her mouth, searing my lips to hers and letting my tongue explore hers. For a second, she froze, as if even though I’d just made her fucking come on my fingers, this was still something so shockingly new to her.
And I suppose it was.
A virgin. I wasn’t going to fetishize it, but the fact that no other man had been inside of her — that no other man had ever touched her, or made her moan, or made her beg for more, or made her come — turned my cock to solid fucking steel. She’d be mine and mine only — always. It would be me who taught her to beg for more — me who made her come until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
It’d be me who slid his cock between her thighs for the first time — who felt that tight, slick, young pussy stretch around my shaft and slide down every inch of me until I emptied my balls inside of her.
She moaned as she melted into me, the frozen moment shattering as she kissed me back, hungrily and whimpering softly.
“You know who I am, beautiful,” I growled into her lips, my fingers still teasing that dripping wet, hot pussy of hers.
“Y-yes, I do,” she whispered, panting as I teased a finger over her clit again.
“You know my reputation and position here at the clinic, and in the medical field at large.”
She faltered, her eyes looking away as her brow furrowed. “Yes, I’m—” She looked down, her lip catching between her teeth. “I’m sorry, Doctor Brody. I know we shouldn’t be doing this, and I know I’m putting you in a—”
“Ada.”
My voice was firm, stopping her as she — what, tried to apologize to me? Like if this was a bad thing, it was in any way her fault? I scowled, not pissed at her, but pissed at the world she’d grown up in that would teach her to apologize for what had just happened.
I leaned in, and slowly, I let my lips sear to hers. I’d kissed her hungrily and fiercely the first time. This time, I took my time. This time, I kissed her slowly, letting her lips melt against mine and letting her tongue play with mine.
“My reputation, my position — all of it.” I kissed her harder, letting her feel every piece of me as I did. “I’d give it all up for you.”
The gasp was quiet as it teased from her lips, and the way her cheeks flushed pink and the way her eyes lit up made my fucking heart practically jump out of my chest.
“What?”
“All of it, Ada,” I growled. My hands slid to her waist pulling her into me as I half climbed into the chair over her. “From the second I saw you here last week, I knew one thing, and I haven’t stopped thinking it, and I never fucking will. Do you know what that is?”
She swallowed thickly, her eyes wide and locked with mine as she slowly shook her head.
“That you were made to be mine, Ada. And that I was made to be yours. That your heart, and that sweet body of yours were made for me to take, and keep, and hold, and protect. I knew it the moment I saw you, and in the week between then and now, it’s only gotten bigger, and more real.”
And it had. The decades of hard work, the years of study and sweat. The dedication. All of it, I’d give up in a heartbeat for her.
“And I know you felt the same, Ada. I knew it then, and I know it now by the way your body reacts to me — by the way you kissed me back just now.” My eyes burned fiercely into hers as I leaned close, pulling her into my arms
And slowly, she nodded. “I— This whole week…”
“I know,” I growled. “You’re mine, beautiful. You’re my princess now — my queen. I know the world you’re from, and I know what’s in your future, and why you’re at a damned fertility clinic. But I want more for you. I want you to have the whole fucking world, with me. And if you’re scared—”
“I’m not.”
I think her words took us both by surprise, because we both froze and we locked eyes.
And she wasn’t. I could see it in her eyes and written on her face. Whatever was going to come of this, I’d been wrong. This girl wasn’t scared, she was excited.
She was ready.
She moaned as we crashed together, our lips meeting hard enough to bruise. I growled into that sweet young mouth, my hands moving to half tear the buttons from my shirt as I yanked it open. I kissed her fiercely as I tore the shirt off, tossing it away before my hands hungrily found her skin again. Ada trembled, whimpering into my mouth as I unclasped her bra and pulled it from her body. I broke our kiss only long enough to pull away and gaze down at her sweet, soft teardrop breasts — her light pink nipples hardening under my gaze and making my mouth water.