Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 144760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 724(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
I snapped.
I didn’t think.
I didn’t second-guess.
I merely acted on all the feelings swooping, colliding, and crying inside me.
Snatching his ankles, I pulled with all my strength.
His legs snapped down, his calves slapping against the carpet as the cage he’d formed around his body was dismantled. His eyes flared as his mouth parted with a curse, but I was too fast.
He needed this.
He needed one moment where another person gave him kindness without expecting anything in return. No strings attached. No threats given. This was a gift, and I didn’t care what people would think of me because no one would ever know.
“What are you—?” His eyes flared as I straddled him.
I pressed my left hand on his shoulder for balance and reached for his hot erection with my right.
And then, I gave him salvation in the only way I could.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“HOLY FUCKING—” I THREW my head back as her fingers latched around me, drowning out words with raw feelings.
Desperate, dangerous, demented feelings.
Gemma’s touch set off a ricochet inside me, a domino effect that collided through my walls, my locks, my carefully constructed dungeon of nightmares.
But instead of being smothered by them, instead of reliving every grotesque thing and cringing against the sickness inside me, the force field between us kept them away.
I was...free.
Blessedly, deliciously free as she spread her legs and sank down on me.
Not slowly.
Not teasingly.
She sheathed me inside her as quickly as I’d taken her before.
“Ah, Christ.” The aftershocks of being back inside her exquisite body made my blood race and heart chug and eyes see stars.
Her thighs kissed my hipbones as she adjusted herself to take me deeper. Her skin so pretty and pure. Her scent so captivating and crisp.
And I’d thought taking her on the clifftop was the best sex I’d ever had.
That paled in comparison to this.
Everything paled in comparison to her.
God, her.
She was giving me something entirely necessary for my existence. The only medicine that had the power to delete my atrocities and soothe away my scars.
I grunted as she rocked up.
She sank down again, crying out as my hard length hit her inner obstruction.
I tried to be quiet but failed, turning wild with growls and curses, pleas and sorrows.
I wanted so many things.
To grab her. Kiss her. Take her.
But I couldn’t move.
It was as if my body had a new master now, and she hadn’t given me permission to touch hers in return. I belonged to her. It’d happened in an instant, and I didn’t regret it. I welcomed it. She would be good to me, kind.
Fuck, if she wanted my body to play with for the rest of her life, it was hers. My cock was hers to use. My heart was hers to toy with. But I wasn’t worthy of touching her in return. I’d get her too dirty. I’d drag her too deep into the dark. I—
No.
This wasn’t right.
I didn’t deserve this.
“Stop,” I groaned, drowning under blistering pleasure.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, rocking over me once, twice. “Just let go.”
My mind flickered with sentences I should speak and actions I should do. She shouldn’t be doing this. Not after what I’d done.
Yet I couldn’t stop her.
I was hers.
Entirely, totally, permanently.
My jaw went slack as her wet heat grew hotter around me. My eyes snapped closed, and the electricity that’d existed between us since the moment she found me detonated outward.
It was in everything. In our breath, our blood, our bond.
I couldn’t understand how she could touch me after what I’d done. Couldn’t fathom how she was wet and willing and holy Christ, so, so wonderfully mine.
My cock swelled even harder inside her, filling her until there was no space between us. Not a single crack where our pasts or futures could find us.
We were just this.
Two people joined in the deepest way possible.
She slid up me then sank back down, grinding her clit on my base.
I choked and gasped for breath.
Devilish things roared through me. I wanted to grab her hips and hold her firm. I wanted to thrust up and mate. I wanted to hurt her, mark her, but I also wanted to run.
I didn’t want to hurt her again, yet she was forcing me to.
I wanted to do the right thing, but how the fuck was I supposed to do that when she sat on my lap with my cock twitching inside her.
I gulped, struggling to hold on to my last shred of humanity. “Please...stop.”
“It’s okay, Kas.” Her fingers locked into my shoulders, bracing herself to push up and sink down.
“Jesus, Gemma.” My chin fell onto my chest as she rocked up to my tip, allowing cool air to lick around my wet cock, showing me how lonely, how barren the world was without her in it, before sinking down, down until I made a noise that wasn’t a grunt or a growl. It was a tangled roar that pebbled her nipples and sent lightning crackling through my veins.