Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Sasha’s stomach growled, despite the fact they’d shared some beans, canned pears, and the rabbit Malachi had hunted and cooked over the fire. But she’d given half of her rations of Lucy, knowing her sister needed it more than she did.
The sound of a twig snapping behind her had Sasha standing and looking over her shoulder, her heart racing. The dark figure that strode through the woods toward her looked intimidating, but she could see right away it was Malachi.
She relaxed and exhaled slowly the closer he came. He was tall and lean, the T-shirt he wore as dark as the night that surrounded them, his muscles toned, the two rabbits he held in his hand lifeless. He stopped by the creek and just stared at her, then set the rabbits down and crouched so he could wash his hands in the water.
He cleaned off his face and neck, beads dripping from his beard. The longer she started him, the more she felt that familiar heat move through her.
Ever since back at the dentist’s office when she’d given herself to him, all she wanted was to be with Malachi again.
Sasha glanced at the tent, could still see Millie and Tree Man talking animatedly. When she faced Malachi again, she saw that he was standing just a couple feet from her now, his focus trained right on her, the shadows obscuring him even more.
He took another step forward and she took one back. They did the dance of movements until she felt a tree stop her retreat. She reached behind her and curled her fingers against the bark, the texture rough yet calming all in the same breath.
He stopped and placed his hands on the trunk beside her head, leaning closely so she was forced to tip her head back to really look at him.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Sasha,” he said in his gruff, deep voice, the one that always had her aroused instantly.
“Me too,” she whispered and looked at his mouth, wanting his kiss, wanting … everything. “Take me, Malachi,” Sasha whispered. “I need you. I’ve needed you since I first saw you.” The truth spilled out of her.
“You want me, baby?” His voice was a deep rumble that had chills racing up her body.
All she could do was nod.
“Then you’ll get all of me.” And then he had his mouth on her lips and had his body pressed against hers.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Stolen moments
Malachi knew he should be back at camp, watching Lucy, keeping a protective eye on everyone, but instead he wanted to be with this amazing woman, and the only way to do that was to be with her here.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
“I want you, Malachi.”
“You want my cock inside you?”
“Yes.”
He cupped her cheek and took possession of her lips. He was so damn hungry for her that he bit her lip to deepen the kiss. He needed her so badly. His dick was already rock hard and ready.
Screw the risk of pregnancy.
He didn’t care.
All he knew was he had to have her. Breaking from her lips, he trailed them down to her neck, biting down, sucking on her pulse. He heard her moan and thrash against him just a little, and it was intoxicating to him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he said.
“Please, Malachi,” she said.
“What do you want?”
“Everything.”
He let go of her cheek, sliding his hands down her body, cupping her tit, feeling the weight in his palm. She was so amazing to touch, to hold, to fuck. He couldn’t get enough of her.
Running his hands down her body, he let out a little growl of appreciation. Pressing both of her tits together, he trailed his tongue from her neck down to her puckered nipples. They were calling to him to be sucked, licked, and tasted.
This could possibly be the last time they were together until they made camp, and he wanted to take advantage of every single moment.
“Please, Malachi.”
Her thighs were pressed together. She was struggling to keep herself in check.
He knew what she wanted.
Letting go of her tits, he teased down her body, stroking across her legs, and ignoring her pussy.
“Please,” she begged again.
He loved hearing the sound of her pleas.
And before anything else could be said, could be done, they were tearing at each other’s clothing until fabric rendering echoed through the air.
Sinking to his knees on the ground in front of her, he spread her legs and stared up at her. “You better watch me. Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes. Your gaze has to be on me at all times.”
She nodded, her gaze looking almost wild as she did.
Stroking through the fine hairs of her pussy, he slid them open and ran his tongue across her swollen clit. She gasped and he took the bud between his teeth, creating just enough pain for it to be almost unbearable, but not enough to make her come. The fine line between pleasure and pain that he couldn’t wait to explore more of with her.