Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39300 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
"Fuck," I whisper, my hands shaking around the steering wheel. "Fucking fuck."
I pull up outside the mansion a few minutes later, my goddamn hand still shaking. But I know what I need to do. Right now, Triton doesn't matter. She does, and she's waited too fucking long already for me to get my shit together. It's the only fucking thing I can think about as I slam the SUV into park and bound out, jogging up the steps.
"Tempest!" I shout as soon as I'm through the door, my voice echoing through the massive foyer.
I catch sight of her rushing down the stairs toward me—so goddamn beautiful.
"Dalton." She launches herself into my arms as soon as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. "How's your grandfather? Is he okay?"
I swallow hard, unable to fucking breathe. Unable to speak.
Her eyes widen, worry clouding the amber depths when I don't say anything.
"He's fine, but I'm not." I press my forehead to hers, my heart fucking racing. Goddamn. My entire fucking body hums just because she's in my arms. Just because she's mine.
"What? What's wrong? Talk to me." Her soft fingers brush through my hair.
"I love you."
She blinks those long sooty lashes at me, tears welling in her eyes. "I love you too. I've loved you for so long."
Fuck. She said it last night when she was falling asleep, but hearing it when she's awake, when she knows what she's saying…that's perfection. But she still doesn't understand.
"No, baby." I shake my head. Or maybe I'm fucking shaking. I don't know. All I know is that I need her to understand, once and for all, exactly how I feel about her. I don't want the words written in Morse code against her skin. I want them ringing in her ears, living in her fucking soul. "I love you. I can't fucking sleep. I can't breathe without you, Tempest. You're in my blood, in my soul, consuming every goddamn piece of me. I love you."
"Dalton." A tear spills down her cheek.
I thumb it away and then run my thumb over her pouty bottom lip, imagining it on my cock. Fucking hell. I need it. So goddamn badly. "I've been a fucking coward and haven't fought for you the way I should have, but that's done with, baby. I'm not going to let fear silence the truth anymore. I'm not going to let it be the thing that drives you from my arms."
"I'm not going anywhere, Dalton." She cups my cheeks, her eyes blazing with sincerity. "Do you hear me? I'm yours."
Fuck.
I slant my mouth down on hers, claiming her lips, stealing her breath. I need it in me, need her all over me. I want to crawl inside her, make a home for myself between her perfect thighs and never fucking leave.
She seems to have the same idea because her hands are all over me as she grinds against me, whimpering. My favorite word rolls from her lips as she writhes, squirming all over my cock. Please. Please. Please.
I stumble up the stairs with her in my arms, kissing her again and again. We bump into walls, knocking pictures off, but I don't fucking care. The only thing that matters is this—her.
When we finally make it to our room, I don't leave her body for hours. And with every thrust, every orgasm, I press my lips to her ear and whisper the truth.
I love her.
Christ, I'm so fucking in love with her.
Chapter Nine
Tempest
"Please," I moan, writhing in ecstasy as Dalton slams into me from behind, the hot spray of water cascading over us. One big hand grips my hip hard enough to leave bruises as he pounds into me, fucking me relentlessly against the slick tile wall of the shower.
"Louder, wife," he rasps against my ear, craning my head back with his fis wrapped around my hair. His lips glide down the side of my throat, his stubble scraping. "Let me hear you beg for it."
"Oh god, Dalton," I whimper immediately, my nails scrabbling against the wall for purchase. "Please, make me come. Please."
"That's it," he grunts and snaps his hips faster, driving into me with punishing strokes. "Christ, you sound so fucking sweet when you're begging, Tempest."
I'm so close, my body trembling on the razor's edge.
His teeth sink into the hollow of my throat, his hand slipping around my body. His thumb presses against my clit, and I shatter with a cry, the waves of my orgasm dragging me under. He groans as he follows me over, spilling into me again and again.
We stay just like that for a long moment, locked together, gasping for breath, before he pulls out with a groan.
"Fucking Christ, baby." He spins me around, pressing a hard kiss to my mouth.
I whimper, feeling boneless as he gently ushers me back under the hot spray of water to clean me up. He's so soft and gentle as he washes every inch of me, his lips brushing my forehead, but there's a furrow between his brows that worries me.