Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Her tongue lashes mine with silent curses that only encourage me more.
I’m possessed, thumbing her nipples, framing her waist with both hands, sliding over her hips, spreading her wide for me.
“So fucking wet. Good girl,” I mutter, lashing a palm against her ass.
The crisp smack of skin only excites her more.
When I slide my fingers over her dripping flesh, she bites me.
Her hips shudder in a sharp jerk, and when I delve two fingers into her hot little pussy, her knees grasp at my waist and dig in.
That’s it, darling Butterfly.
Let the fuck go.
Everything about her cuts me open.
From her whimpering cries against my lips to the way she writhes, impaled on me, her fingers dragging through my hair and telling me how bad she wants me.
I savor that, plunging my fingers inside her again and again—twisting them, curling them, stroking her and learning how she feels, all softness rippling and slick and soon-to-be devoted to my cock.
I need to feel her again.
I need to feel how good it gets when she’s clenching on my cock, binding us together as we tumble into pleasure together.
It nearly kills me to tear myself away and pin her down under me.
To let go of that kiss, slip my dripping-wet fingers from inside her, fumble a condom from the nightstand, and shove my pajama pants down.
I have to fight to get the rubber on when my cock is pulsing like mad, this unruly bulge of straining energy and single-minded heat.
That heat becomes an inferno as I look down at her, gloriously open and naked beneath me, so tiny, so vulnerable, so ready to be fucked good and proper.
And she looks up at me with such trust through the haze of lust, flushed with desire, doing nothing to hide that lush body from my ravenous eyes.
Her pale skin glows in the moonlight.
Fuck, I almost say it.
I almost blow everything to little flaming bits by telling her I love her.
I already damn well told her once before, but with everything else going on, I don’t think she was ready to hear it.
I definitely don’t want to scare her off with those words now.
Don’t want to break this new, fragile thing we’re building.
So I keep those words to myself and breathe until the air tastes like raw fire.
Snarling, I kiss that feeling into her lips instead, showing her my need to possess her.
I grip her thighs, hitch her against me, and seize her mouth.
I barely press my cock against her soft entrance before she’s pushing herself against me.
So needy, so wanton, aching for my cock and needing to be filled.
A rough growl boils out of me.
Her hunger bleeds into me, rips away my control.
With a vicious groan, I slant my mouth harshly against hers, thieving her moans as I crash down to meet her, pinning her body to the bed.
In one hard surge of steaming flesh we merge till I’m buried balls deep inside her and all I can feel is Ophelia.
Her heat.
Her straining pleasure.
How she clutches at me so intently with arms and legs and shivering flesh, holding on so hard it’s work to move and draw it out.
But I fucking need to.
The rush has taken over and there’s no stopping it, drawing my hips back and losing my breath as the friction of our joined bodies drags over my cock.
It leaves me fucking fiending, insane to be inside her again.
Steeling my muscles, I arch my back and drive in harder.
Fuck fuck fuck I can’t take it.
She’s too good, too hot, too tight.
I can taste my name etched on her lips in every fluttering moan.
My eyes pinch shut.
I can’t even look at how beautiful she is against me or I’ll lose it in a few messy seconds. Not when she’s already driving me to the edge.
“Give that pussy up,” I rasp. “Fucking mine, Ophelia.”
She shudders deliciously.
With her body under mine, I fill her again and again, falling into a brutal rhythm like a rutting beast, venting a decade of pent-up need in every thrust.
This feels like a chase.
Like I’m chasing this pleasure, chasing her heart, chasing the love I need no matter what I have to do to earn it.
Panting.
Raw.
Groaning delight.
Merciless claws of pleasure savage me, but not just that.
Her nails find my back and their sweet sting pushes me higher, higher, drawing more primitive, uncontrolled heat from me until I’m slamming her into the bed.
And she’s still rising up to meet me with frenzied breaths, her lip pushed between my teeth like a strawberry screaming to be devoured.
I oblige.
My thrusts match hers in every way as she fuses to my cock.
We rut on in sweat-slicked tension, in a quivering peak that towers over us like a wave, crashing and inevitable.
I bury myself in her one last time until something unspeakable hits.
A firebolt.
An invisible hand that reaches up inside me like a puppet and rips my pleasure out until I’m pouring it into her, baring my teeth and snarling like an animal.