Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I know this is a good man.
Bane wouldn’t care about asking me how I’m handling anything. Neither would the prick who would buy me from their auction.
I nod, and give him a soft smile. “I’m not going to break,” I tell him, and once again his eyes darken at my words.
He gives me a tiny smirk, and says, “Then I’m going to fuck you until you do.”
My legs squeeze around his body tighter as I rake my nails down his back. My insides turn to liquid lava as he thrusts a little harder this time, testing to see how well I handle it. The more he moves the better the sensation is for me, until I’m meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks me.
I nod.
“Then take it.” He pushes deeper inside me, filling me completely up.
I can barely breathe correctly as he pumps faster. This is what I wanted. To watch this man take me. All of me.
No holding back.
No thinking about anything but the here and now.
No thinking at all.
Just living in the moment. Feeling every sensation.
And there’re so many sensations coursing through me.
My body climbs to a precipice, and I keep thrusting my hips, needing to be closer to him as my body builds and builds.
My orgasm is so close, and Ledger moves his hand between our bodies so he can toy with my clit.
That sets me off, and the next thing I know is colors explode behind my vision as my body tumbles, catapulting toward the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
I hold onto Ledger like he’s my lifeline, as he whispers in my ear, “That’s it. Take my cock. Come all over me.”
And I do. I keep coming. Falling. Living.
I keep doing it all as Ledger pounds away inside me. His eyes crash into mine as soon as I reach the height of my orgasm, and the feeling of something deep overwhelms me.
I’m in love.
It’s crazy but it’s true. This man that I’ve only known for a handful of days has consumed me. His soul is now a part of my soul, and I don’t ever want to lose him.
I can’t lose him.
He brushes back my hair as he holds himself up with the other. “You’re so beautiful. I’m going to come,” he tells me, and before I can even register, he pulls out of me, and strokes his dick until there’s a sea of white heat landing all over my stomach.
I watch his face as he comes, and it’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. He’s beautiful. He really is.
I see him for what he truly is.
My protector.
My everything.
He owns me.
He stares down at the mess he’s made, and beams, his eyes meeting mine. “You’ve completely ruined me,” he says, smearing his finger into his seed, and bringing it to my lips. “Taste me. Taste what you do to me.”
I open my mouth, letting Ledger stick his finger into it. It tastes salty, but I suck his finger into my mouth, wanting to taste all that he is. His very essence. I want him to know I’d do anything he ever asks of me.
“I want to take care of you,” he says, moving off the bed to head into his ensuite bathroom. He comes out with a warm washcloth, and cleans me up.
Then he reaches for my hand. He leads me into the bathroom, and over to the big Roman tub. He draws me a bath, adding some scented soap that explodes in tiny bubbles.
“Are you giving me a bubble bath?”
“Let me take care of you, Posey. I don’t know what happened today, but I know it must have been something bad for you to be here right now.”
I look down at my toes, the French pedicure staring back at me. “I need to tell you things.”
He looks up at me, climbing into the tub first. “I know you do. Come,” he says, and it’s not a command. More of a plea. Like he wants to know everything going on in my life, and I know I need to tell him all the things.
But I don’t know how he’ll react. I don’t want him to think I’ve used him to take my virginity. I also don’t know what he’ll do to Bane.
If there’s even anything we can do at all.
Bane’s powerful, and I’m scared by running from our wedding that I’ve just sentenced everyone I care about to death.
I get into the tub, leaning my back along Ledger’s front. I sit between his legs, and he takes a sponge off a nearby shelf and soaks it into the water. He traces it across my shoulders, and I close my eyes.
“Talk to me,” Ledger says low near my ear. “Let me help you.”
I lean against his rock-solid chest, and close my eyes. A single tear trickles down my cheek, and I know Ledger can’t see my face, but still he wraps his arms around me as if he can. Like he knows how I’m feeling without me even telling him.