Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
I sucked.
Hard.
My teeth teased with barely held restraint.
Her back soared off the deck with a moan.
I wanted more.
I wanted her pleading, begging. I wanted her so undone she remembered nothing but me.
Only me.
My nostrils flared as I wedged a hand on the deck beside her and sucked her other nipple. I claimed it all. I made her writhe. I didn’t care if I granted pleasure mixed with pain.
She deserved it.
Deserved to exist in that mind-shattering, body-scratching, bone-aching state that I was so accustomed to.
She made me feel twisted up and flayed alive every fucking day.
She owed me.
Owed me for all the moments and all the longing.
“This is what you do to me every time you put yourself in danger,” I growled. With my free hand, I tore at my boxer-briefs, shoving them down my legs. Kicking them away, I snatched her hip and slid her beneath me, crashing my entire weight on top of her. “This is how insane you make me.” I pressed my hard cock against her thigh. “This is how desperate you make me.” I ground against her. “This is the pain you cause.”
She cried out as I spread her legs and shot my hand between them.
Her eyes snapped closed as I sank a single finger inside her.
She was wet.
So fucking wet.
“Shit, Neri.” My one finger became two.
“More,” she groaned. “God, more. Please—”
I drove my fingers as deep as they would go, my knuckles inside her, my thumb pressing hard on her clit, shoving her high, high, high up the mountain of pleasure.
Her moans deepened into a throaty plea. “God—”
“This is what you make me become at the thought of losing you.” My grunt mingled with hers, my hand driving relentlessly between her thighs. “You make me wild, wife. You make me dangerous.”
“Aslan—” Her head arched as I did things to her. Naughty things, sinful things, but somehow far too innocent for what I truly wanted.
“This is what you make me become when you defy me.” Tearing my fingers from her core, I grabbed her cheek and smeared her arousal over her. “Does that turn you on? Knowing that I can’t exist without you?”
“Yes. God, yes.” Her eyes fluttered as I dragged my thumb possessively over her lips.
“Don’t look away,” I commanded, my hips slotting between her open legs. “Never look away while I show you who you belong to.”
She sucked in a breath as I wedged my elbows on either side of her and looped my fingers in her hair, holding her prone. My hips arched, seeking, beseeching. Driven by instinct, controlled by lust and force.
I found her heat.
I spread her wide.
I trembled on the precipice and her eyes flared with hunger.
“This is how much I crave you. All. The. Fucking. Time.”
I thrust inside her.
Brutally hard.
Dangerously deep.
Ice-blue fire burned in her stare as I filled her up, stretched her wide.
Her legs snapped around my ass, holding me, forcing me to give her everything.
I twitched.
I gasped.
My curse of oversensitivity made everything unimaginably intense.
My blood sang.
My cock throbbed.
I could come like this.
Speared deep.
Locked home.
Joined as one with this beautiful, infuriating girl who’d somehow been born with the matching, missing piece of my soul.
Emotion knotted with instinct.
Feelings braided with savagery.
The fatal mixture left me stripped bare, potently aware, and breaking beneath wave after wave of intensity.
“This is how much power you have over me.” I rolled my hips, making her feel every inch. “This is how you have me on my knees, Neri.” My fingers tightened in her hair, tugging hard, keeping her totally trapped. “But right now...I have you on your back.”
She bit her bottom lip, her breathing fast and fluttering.
“I have you spread, wet, and at my fucking mercy...and you know what I’m going to do?”
She gasped and tried to shake her head, unable to move with my fist-hold.
“I’m going to show you what happens when you steal the heart of a guy like me.”
I thrust up.
I drove painfully deep.
She cried out as all my humanness vanished as the beast she’d made me become exploded from my darkness.
I rode her.
I bucked into her as my heart cracked, and my pulse roared in my ears. My knees scraped against the deck as our body’s smashed against each other. She slipped and skated through puddles of seawater.
We were messy and out of control as I stabbed into her again and again. Fighting, colliding, our grunts loud and animalistic.
My mouth fell wide as a savage roar escaped me.
I dropped my head and kissed her.
She moaned into my mouth, giving me her air, replacing all the oxygen I’d given her when she was fourteen. I’d been a love-struck eighteen-year-old, giving her CPR. Desperate to make her live. Frantic with fear of losing her. Already so fucking aware that if I lost her, that was it.
She was it for me.
I didn’t want to live a single day if I couldn’t have her.