Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
I’m woken to a warm, hard body curling up against mine. At first, I’m certain it’s a dream, but when I take in that familiar scent, I know that it is very real. Wolfe is tucked up against me, his big body engulfing mine, and my heart skips a beat. Rolling towards him, I find his mouth, not even daring to ask why he’s here or how everything went.
I’m just so damned grateful in this moment that he’s alive.
It’s all I could ask for.
The rest of it is history, as far as I’m concerned.
He kisses me back with a deep intensity that has my body coming to life. Kissing Wolfe is like stepping into a storm, where everything around you is spinning, intense, and thrilling. His lips are firm yet soft, moving with a confidence that sends shivers all over my body.
The taste of him is exhilarating, a mix of whiskey and something distinctively him, a flavor that lingers and makes me crave more. God, I want so much more. His hands are possessive, one cupping my chin, the other pulling me closer, as if he can't get enough. The heat of his body against mine is overwhelming, and it lights a fire in my core that I need put out, immediately.
The only way to do that is to have him inside me.
Deep. Hard. Intense.
His breath against my skin is warm and ragged, mingling with mine. As his tongue teases mine, a low growl escapes him, vibrating through me, making my body tense with anticipation. It's a kiss that demands everything, a perfect match to him. My obsession with him is scary. He knows how much I want him, and I do nothing to hide that fact.
His hands slide down my body, tracing the curves of my waist, the dip of my hips, before settling on the small of my back. He pulls me closer, our bodies align perfectly, the heat of him warms me in such a deep, comforting way. I trace my fingers over his skin, every hard ridge and warm hollow.
As the kiss deepens, his tongue teases mine, a slow, sensual exploration that sends a thrill of pleasure coursing through me. I melt into him, letting my hands slide up and into his hair, where I run them through the thick, dark locks. I then trace them down, over his jaw, cupping his face and bringing him even closer, if that’s at all possible.
Wolfe breaks the kiss, his lips trailing a path down my neck, across my collarbone, each touch a promise that marks me as his. I gasp, my head falling back, giving him access to the sensitive skin of my throat. He takes advantage, nipping and biting against my flesh, causing an intense burst of pleasure that has my pussy clenching in desperate need.
His fingers move down, tucking beneath the waistband of my shorts and finding my wet heat. He growls with appreciation, as one finger slips inside me, followed by another. I buck against his hand, moaning his name. I don’t want to wait. I want him inside me, and I need it to happen now.
“Please,” I mewl against his throat. “Fuck me, Wolfe.”
A rumble of satisfaction leaves his lips, and he obliges. Moving his big body onto mine, I spread my legs to accommodate him, before finding his lips once more. Then, he pushes inside me, his cock hard and thick, stretching me. My mouth opens with a gasp as my body adjusts to his size, and then, slowly, he begins fucking me.
The sensation is electrifying, a perfect blend of pleasure and connection that binds us together in a way I haven’t felt with another person in all my life. He moves within me, each thrust so deep, so intense, it’s like he’s taking over my body. Like he’s claiming to the world that he owns me. That I belong to him.
Our bodies move together as if we were made for each other, or maybe it’s my brain’s delusional wish. I cling to him, my nails digging into his back, my body arching to meet him, desperate for more, for everything he has to give. His name leaves my lips multiple times, and my moans only grow louder as he brings me closer to the edge.
His rasp of pleasure tells me he’s close, and the very thought of that is enough to send me over the edge. I cry out, my entire body exploding with an orgasm that is soul deep. I tremble and shake around him, my eyes fluttering closed as wave after wave of pleasure cascades through me.
Wolfe is close behind, his rumble low and throaty as his body jerks and he finds his release inside me, clutching me close, his cock so deep I can feel every single pulse as he relishes in his own pleasure. His skin is slicked with sweat, and his body is hard against mine. I want to keep him here forever.