Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I hesitated before I dropped the coat, immediately feeling the frigid air attack me like a swarm of needles. When I removed my top and unclasped my bra, my tits were hard and my nipples looked sharper than any of the knives in my kitchen.
He stared straight at my tits. Didn’t try to be discreet because discreet wasn’t his style.
I pulled on his black tee, and just as he’d said, it was as warm as a furnace. My skin immediately bubbled into bumps because it felt like a steaming bath. I stepped out of my boots and left my socks on. My jeans came next. I’d never undressed next to my dining table before.
He moved into me, his big hands sliding underneath my shirt and squeezing my hips, so hot they felt like heated oven mitts.
“You’re so warm.” My arms circled his back, and my cheek rested against his chest. I felt like I was sunbathing on a summer day, soaking in the heat on the pool deck. I’d been frigid just a second ago, but now it felt like I’d stepped into the desert.
His hands scooped over my ass, and he lifted me into him before he carried me into the bedroom. I’d rented the loft at the top because it was cheaper, and it was cheaper because most of the walls slanted in and made it hard to stand upright in most places. It was no place for someone like him, a man taller than the average man, who took up most of the hallway with his bulkiness. That was especially true in the bedroom, but he navigated it effortlessly and rolled me onto the bed, his body acting as a fur blanket and smothering the heat against me.
He pulled the blankets over us before he slid below, yanking my panties off before he pressed his kiss against the warmest part of my body.
I sucked in a breath as I arched my back, the duvet cover at my shoulders to keep me warm, the bison-sized man underneath the sheets so stifling hot, he acted as a heater to warm the entire bed and me with it.
His arms hooked underneath my thighs, and he kissed my lips as hard as he kissed my mouth, with a possessiveness that made me feel like I was his even though I was technically married to someone else.
I moaned in the dark, one hand moving to the headboard behind me, my fingers on the other grasping his short hair beneath the covers. I quickly forgot about the cold when he did incredible things with his mouth, when he kissed me like it was an honor rather than an obligation. I felt it fast, felt the heat roll over the hills and head straight for me. “Wait, stop.”
Instead of ignoring me and doing what he wanted, he moved up my body, kissing my belly that was exposed from his lifted shirt. He tugged the sheets off so he could move over me, his bare back to the ceiling.
My hands moved for his jeans, and I unbuttoned them fast.
He smirked once he understood why I’d asked him to stop. He kicked his bottoms away and left the clothing somewhere at the bottom of the bed and then he rose over me, his knees separating my thighs, our bodies coming together like they’d known each other for years rather than weeks.
I moaned as I squeezed his torso with my knees, as my arms hooked over his shoulders and brought him in close. His touch always made me burn from the inside out, made me burst like a lit firework. I dug my hand into his hair as I felt him kiss my collarbone then give my shoulder a gentle bite with his teeth.
His hand slid into the back of my hair then he forced my face toward his, his lips kissing one corner of my mouth then the other, his rock-hard dick inside me and pulsing. Then he started to rock into me. His thumb brushed my cheeks, his blue eyes hard and almost angry with their intensity.
“Oh Jesus…” I grabbed on to the bicep of one of his arms, my fingers digging into his hardness like a crevasse on a cliff. I planted my other hand on his chest, and I felt my body jerk over and over as he gave me hard thrusts like a piston in an engine, erasing any trace that Adrien or any other had been there, erasing the hurt caused by lesser men. I was already there the second his mouth sealed over my sex, so I burned like the fire and I came around his big dick with whimpers and tears.
“Fuck.” He tugged my hair, bringing my eyes to his. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
My hand slid up the tattoos on his neck, and I palmed his face. “So are you.” I dug my nails into his ass, wanting his seed inside me, to sit there and keep me warm through the night, to mark me as his when I no longer belonged to anyone.