Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Still, playing with her clit isn’t enough. I have to give her something she’s never experienced yet. When will I have this chance again?
Her tight gasp—almost a squeal—upon my circling her tight entrance fills my ears and leaves me biting back a groan. My cock will snap in two if this goes on much longer. If I can make her come again for me after so many nights spent jerking off to the memory of eating this juicy pussy, it might be worth it.
I don’t care either way.
For her, there is nothing in the world but me. The dark, silent stranger who once scared her is now teasing her virgin hole, skimming the very outside before barely breaching to keep from hurting her with the violent thrust instinct demands. All thought, sight, smell, hearing, everything else in her consciousness has boiled down to the tip of my forefinger and what it makes her body do.
Soon, it’s my entire finger, slowly working its way through her insanely tight channel while she gasps in time with every steady thrust.
What she’d feel like around my dick—precum drips from my tip at the thought, and I have to growl like the wolf I supposedly am.
It’s too much. I don’t know if I can get through this without—
“Ren, yes, please!”
She said my name. For half a second, I’m stunned.
Fuck, yes, she needs me to be good to her, to protect her. To be strong the way I’ve been all this time, keeping as far from her as I can even when I’m sure it will kill me. I would die for her. The least I can do is let her come without giving in to my basic instincts. I’m not a good man. I know it. She knows it. Everyone knows it, but I’d do anything to be good for her.
She’s lost in her pleasure, writhing in the tight space between the wall and my chest. Yes, angel. Let go. Come for me. Her nipples become stiff peaks, and I can feel them through the thin material of her costume. Turned on is the understatement of the year. I’d say she’s on fire.
My fingers are slick, and I can’t help but wish the music would go silent, that everything would freeze around us so I could soak in the wet, sloppy sounds I know I’d hear along with her sighs. Moans. Silent to everyone but me—as they should be. They belong to me like every other part of her.
Closing my eyes, I inhale as deeply as I can, holding her in my arms while her nails drag across my back from shoulder to shoulder. She’s as crazed as I am, the darkness in her bursting free in these final moments. I thrust my finger faster, my palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. The added pressure makes her even more frenzied.
“Fuck, Ren. I’m going to come,” she whines, straining against me.
All I can do is smile, working her faster, driving her higher and higher, knowing what the reward will be.
The world goes still as her body does. Everything stops. A shiver ripples through her, and her muscles flutter around my finger, squeezing me tightly.
Mine.
And she knows it. I have to believe she knows it now, quivering against me after giving me her orgasm while she coats my fingers with her honey in one spasm after another.
What I wouldn’t give to have her on my dick, here and now. Always.
I raise my head and find her sagging against me, her breaths labored.
Her gaze is dreamy, her consciousness hazy in the wake of something so explosive. Those blue orbs meet mine through the mask and touch something deep inside me. The part only she can touch.
Yes. She knows deep in her soul.
That’s enough for me, enough to make me take one final breath, one last indulgence in her before I have to leave her again. I straighten her dress, careful to leave her covered. No one gets to see her or enjoy her body. No one but me.
She opens her mouth when I back away, a haunted expression on her face, but anything she says or might say is lost to the party that’s gone on all this time.
“I won’t be far away,” I tell her before turning my back.
I don’t think she heard me, but it’s a reassurance to myself. Xander should be thankful I’m keeping such a keen eye on her. Against every fiber of my being, I slip back into the darkness, leaving my angel until next time.
9
SCARLET
“Do you want this, or should I take it?”
Tessa’s question barely registers in my mind. I turn away from the half-empty closet to find her standing in my bedroom doorway.
“What did you say?”
She frowns before holding up the small potted succulent that lived on the living room windowsill these past two semesters.