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)
“Oh, King–” I catch her words with my kiss, dragging my teeth along the edge of her bowed lips before sliding over her throat, passing over her deep cleavage, and plucking at her hard little nipple.
“Fuck, I love claiming every inch of this gorgeous body.” I catch my teeth on one raised nipple, cock throbbing as I tease, eyes locked on hers the entire time.
“My cock drips and leaks all damn day just being with your sexy ass,” I suck on her nipples as they turn a sweet shade of raspberry. My mouth waters as I tweak one nipple between my thumb and finger, and latch my lips over the other, sucking long and deep before teasing her with my teeth.
She groans and whimpers against me. Having her beautiful tits filling my mouth is nothing short of heaven. Drops of precome bead at the tip before I’m shuddering and very nearly coming in a violent torrent.
“Baby, you’re killing me. You feel too good. You're too perfect.”
My heart slams against my chest as I realize that I’m owning her for the first time—and the last. I’ve claimed this woman inside and out, and most importantly, I’ve lassoed her heart.
There will be no one after me. I am determined right now to do whatever it takes to make her love me as much as I do her. If I have to fuck her and eat her pussy for hours every day to keep her happy, consider my schedule cleared. Hell, I’ll go into early retirement just to have enough time for my new favorite hobby: her.
“All fucking mine.” I groan against her neck. Her arms wrap around my neck, ankles lock at my waist, as we both begin to move in a fierce rhythm. Our bodies’ chemical reactions swirling in the air as our moans and gasps fill the room.
“You feel so fucking tight, sweetheart, so tight and wet and perfect like a glove. I want you wrapped around my cock every morning for the rest of our lives.”
My balls draw up, tingling painfully. I snake my hand between us and swirl at her clit in wild strokes. She begins coming almost instantly, her legs shaking and losing their grip around my waist as her sexy cunt fists around me, urging my own release from the base of my cock and up through the shaft in fiery bolts.
I call her name as I come, my breathing ragged as I hold her, my cock pumping what feels like buckets of come deep inside of her. And then I come, every nerve firing with pleasure because being inside her is like being alive for the first time. In the span of a few minutes, the man that exists before her dies, a new man reborn inside of this woman.
A better man for her.
Her man.
Epilogue
Indie–one week later
The night air on Devil’s Peak is sharp and cool, wrapping around me like a whispered secret. The stars above are brilliant, scattered across the inky sky like diamonds spilled from a careless hand. I draw in a deep breath, the crispness grounding me, but it’s the sight of King standing at the edge of the clearing that steadies my heart.
He’s facing away, his broad back to me, framed by the soft glow of the string lights Zane and Winter hung earlier. His stance is relaxed but commanding, like he owns this mountain, this moment, this world. And he does—he owns me, too, though he’d never demand it. That’s what makes it impossible not to give him everything.
“Cold feet?” Zane teases from beside me, his deep voice laced with humor.
“Never,” I reply, my voice steady. “I’d marry him in a blizzard, barefoot.”
Zane chuckles, shaking his head. “Good. That’s the kind of woman he needs.”
Winter adjusts my shawl over my shoulders, her hands warm against my skin. “You look perfect,” she says softly, her eyes shining. “He’s not going to know what hit him.”
I glance down at my simple ivory dress, the fabric whispering around my legs in the faint breeze. It’s nothing like the elaborate gowns I used to see in the glossy magazines my mother shoved in front of me, but it’s me. Soft, understated, and just enough sparkle to catch the moonlight.
When I step forward, the slight crunch of snow beneath my boots seems to echo in the stillness. King turns, his eyes finding mine instantly, and the rest of the world disappears. The breath leaves my lungs in a rush. He’s in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and jeans that cling to his muscular frame. No tux, no tie—just him, rugged and real. His beard catches the soft light, and his piercing eyes hold mine with an intensity that makes my knees weak.
“Damn,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as I approach. “You’re gonna ruin me, woman.”