Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“You feel so good inside me,” I sputter.
I want to say more. That I’ve never felt a cock so good, that I don’t want him to leave, and that I feel so oddly drawn to him that I never want this to end. But those words don’t exist in my head. They’re feelings and emotions that swirl from the ever-tightening coil in my core, which is getting knocked loose with every thrust of his incredible dick.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” Salvatore groans one word after the next slowly. The wild look in his eyes that brought him into the shower has fully consumed his features now.
He’s no longer the man I saw hovering at the door but a beast that needs this release to function. And I’ll give it to him. Again and again until he’s satisfied.
Until we’re satisfied.
I start gyrating my hips in time with his feverish humping. I take everything he has to offer, with squeals of delight as my only sign of still being conscious.
“Are you going to come for me?” Salvatore asks as he pounds one long thrust after the next into me. “Are you going to come on my cock?”
Oh, fuck.
Those vulgar words are precisely what I needed to hear.
I make a sound somewhere between I am and I ahhhhhh! as the spring inside me releases in an earth-shattering climax.
Salvatore’s grip tightens, and his breathing becomes more rapid as I start to fumble and flail against him.
“Good girl,” he whispers against my chest, but I can hear the strain on his voice. He’s close. Right on the verge of his own tantric release, and I want to feel it inside me.
I start pulling him with my legs around his waist, scanning his face for the inevitable signs. Heavy breathing, anguished groaning, and rolling eyes with each and every thrust.
With a lion’s roar that echoes intensely through the bathroom, I feel it. His hot seed floods my pussy as his thrusting moves from fast and precise to slower and more deliberate. He squeezes onto me so tightly, pinning me in place, while his mouth returns to my breasts as a way to still the noises erupting from him.
His lips don’t linger there long before they glide their way up my body and to my mouth. He locks me in a deep kiss, fueled by desire from our joint release.
I didn’t want to admit it last night, but Salvatore was right.
This was worth the wait. Every second of it, perfection.
But now that our fun is over comes the hardest question.
Where do we go from here?
8
SALVATORE
“Your phone’s ringing again,” Silver says without making any attempt to lift herself off my body. From the shower, we toweled ourselves off and collapsed in her bed, and it’s here we’ve remained since.
“Non-stop,” I grumble and turn to the little black device buzzing on the floor. I don’t need to see the screen to know it’s Dante, back at his attempt to get a hold of me. “Let it ring. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Neither do I.” Silver’s grim tone comes with stirring. It’s subtle at first, slowly creeping her head off my chest and removing her arm from across my body.
“Why do I sense a big, hairy but on the horizon?” It’s bound to happen. As much as I want to, we can’t spend the rest of our lives in her double bed.
“Because even though you’d prefer mine, the big hairy is waggling in your face?” She snickers as she tears herself off me and gets to her feet. “You’ve got to deal with whatever that is, and I have to get back to work. One stormy night isn’t going to stop the hard-working folk of Crawford from demanding their morning brew.” Silver sounds upset that she has to leave. That’s a good sign if I’ve ever seen one.
Not that she’s sad, of course. Instead, like me, she doesn’t want this to end.
“Holy fuck, I thought you were dead.” Dante ignores pleasantries, and the panic in his voice gives me enough reason why.
Though I’ve disappeared on him for the better part of twelve hours, he doesn’t dare question where I’ve been or what I’ve been up to. Dante’s sort of loyalty is near-impossible to find in this modern age, and I could never express just how much I appreciate it.
“Still kicking. What’s going on, Dante?” Best to get ahead of whatever this is without idle chitchat. The sooner I can sort it out, the sooner I can return to Silver’s bed.
“Harry’s on a war path. He’s been hitting our boys all night. We’ve suffered three casualties at the hands of his mercs, but they’re gunning for you.”
Fuck. I should’ve seen that coming, but finding Silver in a snowstorm stripped me of all my senses. It was all about her. I didn’t care what happened outside the four walls of her diner. And now I’m suffering the cost of good men who have fallen because of my terrible decisions.