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)
I run my hands up and down his body, touching him everywhere I can reach. His skin is smooth, his muscles so hard. I scrape my nails down his back and then cling to his shoulders when he growls into my mouth, hitching my right leg around his hip. His body rocks against mine, his erection bumping against my clit.
Desire spikes, leaving me writhing beneath him as he kisses me like he can't stop. He doesn't ask for permission. He takes what he wants from me, demanding I respond as he nips at my lips and then sinks into my mouth to stroke his tongue against mine. The dominant way he kisses me calls to something in me, some part of me I didn't even know existed. It blazes to life inside, emboldening me.
My hand slips between our bodies. My fingers glide down the ridges of his abdomen, feeling the way they tighten beneath my palm. His entire body reacts to my touch, shuddering atop mine. He's so much more powerful than I am, but a simple touch of my hand leaves him trembling.
"Faith," he whispers, leaning away when I try to slip my hand into his boxers.
I reach for him again. "Please, Octavio. I want to touch you."
"Dios." He tips his head back, fighting for the willpower to tell me no, but I know he wants it. He's so hard. His need is undeniable.
"Quiero tocarte," I whisper my plea in Spanish this time. "Por favor."
He gives in with a savage growl that I feel all the way to my soul. He kneels over me, pushing his boxers down. His erection springs free, stealing my breath. God, he's so big. The broad head is red and angry, like he really is in pain. Veins run the length of it, deep and purple in color. He's long and so thick I know there's no way he's ever going to fit inside me.
"You do this to me, Faith," he says, wrapping one fist around his length and stroking it root to tip. "From the day I met you, you've kept my cock hard."
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the moan threatening to rip free as he strokes himself. He stares down at me, his expression fierce again. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes partially closed as he pleasures himself in rough pulls.
I reach toward him, transfixed by the sight of him.
"¡Jesucristo!"
His head kicks back, his body trembling as I touch him. He's so hard and hot, yet he's so smooth and soft there too. A bead of moisture wells from the tip, spilling across my hand. He grabs my hand and wraps my fingers around his length, guiding me as I touch him.
"Apriétame allí."
I squeeze him tighter, working my hand up and down, exploring his length.
A hiss leaves his lips. "Like that, angel. Mierda. Just like that."
His hand falls away, leaving me to stroke him on my own. Power courses through my veins as I watch him. His entire body is rigid and trembling, like he's on the verge of losing control. Fire dances in his eyes. His lip is curled up in a snarl of ecstasy, his cheeks flushed.
I made him look like this.
Something like triumph soars through me, making me bolder, braver. I sit up beneath him and lean forward, touching my tongue to his length, tasting the little beads of moisture welling from the slit. He's salty and sweet, his unique scent even stronger here. I lick him again before wrapping my lips around him and sucking him into my mouth.
"Faith!" His hips jerk, his movement erratic. He grabs me, yanking me up into his arms as his erection pulses in my hand, and he begins to come in hard spurts. They spill all across my hand and down my wrist, making a mess of both of us.
He captures my lips with his, his kiss fierce as he shakes and trembles, groaning into my mouth.
I keep moving my hand, not stopping until the very last drop works its way out of his body and down my wrist. He breaks our kiss, burying his face in my hair. His breathing is wild, his chest rising and falling rapidly. But he holds me with gentle hands, whispering my name like a prayer.
I commit the sight of him like this to memory, never wanting to forget. He said he wanted to steal an angel from heaven…but I think he just stole my heart instead. Or maybe I handed it over to him willingly. I'm not sure.
All I know is that I'm not falling in love with him. I'm already there.
Chapter Thirteen
Octavio
"Dios, Faith," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her throat before I pull her into my arms and climb from the bed. She wraps around me like a koala bear, clinging as I carry her into the bathroom to clean her up. I hold her close while the shower warms, unable to put her down.