Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I struggle to catch my breath as his fingers delve deeper inside me, igniting a fire that spreads throughout my body. Each lick of his tongue on my sensitive clit sends waves of desire crashing through me. As he whispers my name, I feel the intensity between us reach new heights. I can't hold back any longer.
"King," I gasp, my voice trembling with longing. "Take me, please."
His lips trail up my skin, leaving aftershocks of heat in their wake. My heart races with anticipation as he teases and taunts me with the tip of his cock at the entrance to my core. With a mix of fear and desperate desire, I beg for him to continue.
"I can't resist you," he groans, his eyes burning with desire. He hitches my legs around his waist, my ankles locking behind his back. And then he's pushing himself inside me, slowly, with deft precision, his hands crawling over my skin while his lips are pressed to mine. He growls softly and the vibrations land straight between my thighs.
“Is this okay? I want it to feel good for you.”
“Yes–please, I want more.”
He pushes deeper, filling every part of me, making me feel alive and finally complete.
I surrender to the overwhelming pleasure he brings me, trusting him completely to bring me nothing but pure satisfaction. With each thrust of his hips, I feel myself getting closer to reaching the peak of ecstasy.
"I want all of you," I whisper, gazing deeply into his intense eyes.
He kisses me fiercely, pouring all of his passion into it. Our bodies move together seamlessly, creating a perfect rhythm.
"Look at me," he growls, pinning me against the stall wall. “I need your eyes when we’re connected. This is just the beginning for us, Indie.” And I feel the truth in his words deep in my core. He is my forever.
I run my fingers through his hair, trying to ground myself in this moment. Our connection pulsates between us, igniting a fire I’ll never put out. Every inch of our skin ignites with pleasure as he thrusts slowly, savoring me, slow and deliberate. My senses are overloaded with the feeling of him inside me, and time seems to stand still as we explore each other's bodies. With King, I finally feel like I belong, like we were made for each other.
His moans of pleasure only fuel my own desire until we both reach a quick and explosive climax together. We are perfect together, two bodies perfectly matched in passion and lust. And in this moment, all worries and doubts melt away as we become one. And as he releases inside of me, I can't help but moan in pleasure, feeling completely alive and consumed by our passion. I know I never want to let go of him, chasing forever with him by my side is all I’ll ever need.
Chapter Eight
King
The Copper Country Café hums with the lazy buzz of a small-town morning. I sit at my usual corner table, nursing a black coffee that’s cooled too much for my liking. Betty, ever the meddler, keeps giving me knowing glances from behind the counter. She’s been on me about Indie for days now, but I don’t need her nosy nudges. I’ve got enough to think about without her matchmaking schemes.
Then I see her.
Indie walks in, sunlight streaking through the door and catching in her hair like the universe was built to spotlight her. She’s wearing that baby blue oversized sweater she seems to love, though it hangs off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin that’s way too distracting for a Sunday morning.
My coffee’s forgotten. Hell, everything’s forgotten. Ever since I was inside this woman last night I’ve been able to think about nothing but her. I drove her home after our passionate encounter in the barn–I asked her to stay–to let me hold her all night long, but she refused, saying she didn’t want to rush things. You’ll get sick of me if we move so fast, she’d said. She’s wrong, I could never get sick of her, but I didn’t want to push her. I know she’s struggling with something she hasn’t yet told me, so if she needs time, I’m happy to give it to her. For now.
Indie meets my eyes then, and there’s a flicker of something—something warm, inviting, and dangerous all at once. She smiles, soft and teasing, and I know she’s going to be the death of me.
Betty pounces before she can get two steps in. “Morning, Indie! Got your usual waiting for you. King’s over there looking like a grizzly in heat. Why don’t you keep him company?”
“Betty,” I grumble, but the woman just winks.
Indie laughs, and damn if the sound doesn’t send a bolt of heat straight through me.
“I think he might bite,” she teases, glancing at me as she heads to the counter.