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)
She pinched my arm. Hard.
“Ow, what the hell?”
“Did you wake?”
I scowled. “No.”
“Well then, this is real. This isn’t a dream. And everything you just said is ridiculous. I’m not going anywhere, you aren’t selfish, and I can’t tell you to stop.” Her breathy tone made my gut clench. “I literally can’t because I want you as much as you want me, and if you don’t give in soon, I’m—”
“I won’t be gentle, Sailor. Not tonight.”
“I told you…I don’t want gentle. I want you to be you.”
An overwhelming surge of possession pounded through me. With quaking hands, I pushed her back just enough and guided myself to her wet entrance.
We both looked down. She and I. Millimetres from joining.
And I couldn’t do it unless she was mine.
For eternity.
I didn’t just love this woman.
I loved everything about her. Her house, her bravery, her cat, her grandparents…our shared past. I always had. Always would. And if I didn’t get a ring on her finger, I would always feel as if I was moments away from losing her. I’d always fear that this was a crazy wonderful dream, and one day, I would wake up and be all alone.
Notching myself inside her, I looked up and held her stare.
She moaned again. “You can’t look at me with those multicoloured eyes and not fuck me, Z.”
I suffered a full-body shiver at her new nickname for me.
I choked on two words.
This wasn’t the time or place.
This was new. This was fresh. This was fate.
“Marry me,” I whispered.
“What?” Her eyes flared wide, time screeched to a halt, the TV kept hissing, and Peng meowed somewhere on the floor.
I tensed to take the question back. To pretend I hadn’t ruined the mood, but then the TV hissed louder, and I stopped being afraid anymore. I stopped putting myself last. I fought for what I wanted, regardless of the consequences.
Cupping her cheeks, I breathed, “Marry me, Sailor Melody Rose. Exact your revenge on me every day of my life. Let me keep you, okay? Say you’re mine and—”
“But this is crazy,” she moaned, her eyes glazed with desire. “We’re not even dating.”
“We’ve been engaged since I was six and you were born. How long do you think we need to date when we’ve been betrothed for almost two decades?”
She laughed and slung her arms over my shoulders. “So you’re doing this to honour our meddling matchmaking ghosts?”
“No.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, I couldn’t tear my eyes from her kiss-glistening mouth. “I’m doing this because you told me to. You want me to fight for myself for once? Well then…” I smirked. “What I want is you, and if you don’t let me have you—if you don’t agree to be mine, then—”
“Z…” Grazing her mouth over mine, she made me wait in purgatory. Then she kissed me, feeding me one word in response. “Okay.”
I yanked away, my heart on fire. “Okay?”
She blushed. “Okay, I’ll…marry you.”
Her lips parted wide as I pushed forward.
We both groaned as I slid inside her, slowly, possessively, claiming her in every way possible. “You can’t take it back.” I shuddered as her hot, wet body welcomed mine, imprisoning me as hers. “To think I’ve wasted years when I could’ve been inside you.” I groaned as I thrust the final inch. “I should’ve been braver. I should’ve marched next door and claimed you the moment you were legal.”
She clung to my shoulders. “God, why didn’t you? I’ve been missing out.”
“Good question.” I kissed her softly. “Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe we both weren’t.”
“Are you ready now?”
My rumbling snarl had her shivering again. “Spread your legs and I’ll show you just how ready I am.”
She obeyed, relinquishing every part of herself to me.
Burrowing my face into the crook of her neck, I withdrew and drove inside her again, making the table rock. “You’re destroying me, Lori. You always have.” I rode her again, harder and harder until the kitchen filled with sounds of skin slapping and furniture creaking.
She cried out as I thrust faster, cradling her in my arms to keep her safe, all while ravaging her.
“More,” she moaned. “Let go. Be free…with me.”
I snarled and did exactly as she commanded.
I stopped worrying and started living. I grabbed her nape and dragged her into me, kissing her hard and deep.
We rode each other violently, chaotically. We were wet and messy and slightly unhinged.
And I’d never been so turned on.
Never been this free or this happy.
I couldn’t catch my breath as I found her clit and rubbed.
Her back arched the second I found the right spot. Her legs snapped around mine, forcing me to switch from deep long pumps into savage little pulses. “Oh God! Yes, right there.”
I captured her lips in another kiss. I plunged my tongue into her mouth in sync with plunging between her legs.