Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
His lips found mine again.
I melted.
I burned and burned and burned as he bit my bottom lip and kissed me.
With a soft cry, I crawled onto his lap and slung my arms around his neck.
He didn’t stop me.
With a snarl, he clutched me painfully close and plastered our stinging, searing nakedness together. My breasts to his chest, my wetness against the hard length of his erection stabbing upright between us.
Our kiss turned as deep as before. As demonic as before.
I felt endlessly safe, tragically adrift, and incredibly, wonderfully free.
A grunt tore out of him as our kiss turned savage.
Lick for lick, bite for bite.
But that wasn’t even the best part.
The best part was how he hugged me. Squeezed me. Suffocated me in his arms as if he’d never let me go.
I hugged him back. Our heads tilting, our breaths merging, our bodies fighting to become one.
His hips rocked against me, pulsing with hungry little thrusts.
I tried to reach between us, but he grabbed my wrist and planted my palm on his chest again, granting his thundering heartbeat into my control. His mouth opened wide, kissing me, binding me, keeping me his prisoner to plunder.
I couldn’t fight.
Couldn’t run.
But unlike the harrowing helplessness of the night I’d almost died, I wasn’t afraid.
I was ecstatic, electric, and enthralled.
I needed more.
So much more.
Looping his fingers around my throat, he squeezed just a little.
I froze as the past did its best to splice over the now.
Another man had once touched me there.
Another man had almost killed me.
But he was gone, and X was here, and I wasn’t responsible for my reaction.
Pressing my throat deeper into his grip, I dropped my hand from his chest and wrapped my fingers around his condom-slippery cock.
He grunted as I squeezed him. His fingers flexed around my neck in time with mine.
It made me wild.
We became mirror images—plugged into the same mania, mimicking each other with matching finger pulses.
My breath caught as he squeezed me.
His breath choked as I squeezed him.
We writhed together, desperation becoming not just a word but an existential crisis.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please—”
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” His forehead pressed against mine as his lips parted wide, sucking in air as I jerked him up and down. “I can’t think. I can’t move. I can barely function with how much I need you.”
“Then take me.” I fisted the base of his cock.
He let out an explosive breath, his erection throbbing in my hand.
“Sailor…fuck.” He kissed me again, meanly, desperately. “You’re making me lose my goddamn mind.”
With the blackness blinding me, my other senses turned ruthlessly sharp.
His voice. His smell. His energy.
They weren’t unknown.
I’d heard his voice for years. I’d smelled his crisp, clean scent on the summer breeze. I recognised the electricity of his soul almost as if it were mine.
Something bound us together with familiarity while he kept me blind and dined on me.
Was this what people meant when they said they found their soulmate?
Was it normal to feel as if you knew someone to the depths of their being when you didn’t even know their face?
“Put me inside you,” he whisper-choked against my ear. “Now. Before I come all over you.”
I shuddered as every part of me turned into molten obedience.
Arching up on my knees, I angled him and hovered.
When I didn’t sink down, he groaned, “Are you trying to kill me? What are you waiting for?” His hand fell from around my throat, trailing to my breast and squeezing hard. “Do it. Before I break.”
“I can’t see.” I licked my lips. “I don’t know where—”
“Let me.” His large hand wrapped around my smaller one, making me squeeze him extra hard. Pushing forward a little, he kissed the tip of my nose. “Now sit.”
I obeyed.
I went slow until I felt absolute heaven.
His crown pressed against my entrance, unapologetically thick and hot and hard.
“Christ, you’re killing me.” His other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me forward and pushing me down.
I smirked despite my heart flying out of my chest. I cried out as the first inch of him sank inside me. “Do you want me to stop?”
He let out the hottest, sexiest groan. “You stop and I die. It’s as simple as that.”
“Well then…” I clung to his shoulders and sank a little deeper. “We can’t have that.”
Another inch.
Another madness.
We both cried out. Trembling hard.
We couldn’t speak as I sank down and down, stretching over him, claiming him deep, deep inside me. Yanking our combined grip off his cock, he captured my cheeks again and smashed his mouth to mine.
He kissed me between snatches of air and tortured groans.
He kissed me as I kept sinking.
His size pinched me with his ownership. His body twitched as if he was seconds away from losing control.
The moment I sat on his thighs, joined in every way possible, we both froze.