Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
"Yes."
"Yes?"
I laugh, bobbing my head up and down and smiling through tears. "Yes, Octavio. I'll marry you."
His hands shake as he slips the ring on my finger. Something predatory flares in his gaze as he stares at his ring on my finger, turning those sepia orbs into twin beacons of dark flame. The look is fierce protection, gentle possessiveness, and intense need all at once. He inhales a shaky breath, dropping his forehead to mine.
"Me haces tan feliz," he whispers.
"You make me so happy too, Octavio. I love you so much." I press my lips to his, though I'm not sure if I taste his tears on them or my own. His tongue touches mine, and I lose track of everything but him and the sheer joy pumping through me with every beat of my heart.
When he stands up from the couch, I wrap my arms around his neck. Our lips never part as he carries me down the hall toward our bedroom. He strips me bare between kisses, shrugging out of his clothes along the way. I can't resist wrapping around him.
He follows me down to the bed, pressing his naked chest to mine.
"Fuck. I love the way you feel against me, angel," he murmurs, leaning back to scatter kisses across my face. His lips are gentle against the fading bruise Ivan left behind, a little angry growl rumbling in his throat over it.
"Estoy aquí," I remind him, running my hands up and down his strong back. "Estoy a salvo."
"You will always be safe," he vows before working his way down my body.
I cry out, throwing my head back as he places hot kisses all over me, leaving no part of me untouched by those gorgeous, wicked lips of his. He whispers a prayer against the burn on my abdomen, and then another as he touches his lips to each cigarette burn on my thighs.
"You're so damn beautiful," he whispers, gently shouldering his way between my thighs. "So perfect."
"Octavio!" I grasp onto the bedding as he makes love to me with his tongue, not letting up until my legs close around his head and I cry out my orgasm, shaking and shuddering my way through it.
"You taste so sweet," he croons, kissing his way back up my body.
His heat leaves me for a moment before he settles over me, pulling my leg up over his thigh. I hear a condom wrapper tear and then feel him roll it on before his length presses against my sex, making me moan and tremble again.
"Faith, angel." He groans long and low as he sinks into me, stretching me around him. "I never knew how good life could be until you. Never imagined I could feel like this. Dios, little bunny. I could spend the rest of my life inside you, and it still wouldn't be enough to satisfy me."
"Octavio," I moan, raking my nails down his back and then grasping onto his firm ass as he pumps in and out of me. Each time he pushes into me, he hits the spot that makes me see stars, the one I didn't even know existed until he found it. "Te necesito. Te necesito."
"You have me. You've had me since the minute you put your hand in mine and agreed to help me, angel." He holds me tighter, striking deeper. His breath comes in choppy pants as he makes love to me, his hips holding me captive beneath him. His lips close around one of my nipples, pulling a cry of ecstasy from me.
I lock my legs around his waist and dig my nails into his upper back, clawing as he bites down on my sensitive flesh. An orgasm rears up out of nowhere, knocking me breathless. I jerk beneath him, whimpering and whining as heat twists through me, turning me inside out again and then again.
"Fuck yes," he groans, throwing his head back. "Let me feel those nails in my back. Mark me so everyone knows I'm yours." He adjusts my leg around his waist, opening me even wider for him. The bed shakes as he pounds into me, his balls slapping against my ass with every powerful thrust. "Fuck, I want to feel you coming on my cock again, Faith. Give it to me."
"Please," I beg, though I'm not sure if I'm begging for more or if I'm begging for mercy. My entire body feels overly sensitized, like the slightest touch might break me into little pieces. I want to break for him, shatter into stardust, and then start again. I'm addicted to him. To the way he touches me and the things he says to me. To the way he speaks to me in Spanish but rarely uses it with anyone else who knows the language…like it's our own, something reserved just for me and him. To the way he protects and defends me, and the way he never lets me go through anything alone. To his love and how powerful he makes me feel.