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)
"Angel, we have to–" I break off, growling loudly when she bites me.
"No, we don't."
"Faith, conejita."
She growls like an angry kitten and bites me again before ripping her hoodie off over her head and flinging it across the room. She isn't wearing a bra. Her nipples are hard little points, so much darker than her skin. My mouth waters at the sight of them.
"You always make me stop," she huffs. "I don't want to stop this time, Octavio. I want you inside me. Hazme el amor. Por favor."
How am I supposed to resist when she begs so prettily for me to make love to her?
"Dios, angel. I want in you so badly I'm going to lose my mind." I scatter kisses across her jawline, press my face to the hollow of her throat and breathe her in. Trail my lips across her collarbones and onto her chest. "But not like this, Faith. I'm not taking your virginity against the front door. I don't want to hurt you. I want you spread out in the bed beneath me so I can take my time with you."
"Then take me to bed, Octavio. I need you." She writhes above me, crying out as I pull one dark nipple into my mouth and bite down before tonguing it. Her nails dig into my shoulders, the little bite of pain making my cock throb.
I should tell her no. We need to talk about what Roman heard today, but with her half naked in my arms, the last thing I want to do is talk. I want to sink into her heat, and stay there until the never-ending ache I feel abates. The need to claim her rips through me, vicious and unrelenting.
"Please, Octavio. I want you. I need you inside me!" she cries, wriggling all over my cock. "I've been thinking about it all day."
My willpower shreds like paper.
"Are you sure?" I ask, pulling back to look at her.
She meets my gaze, not blinking. Desire and trust shine like beacons of honey flame in her eyes. "Please," she whispers, her soft voice washing over me. "Please, Octavio."
I growl loudly, giving in.
Chapter Fifteen
Faith
Octavio stomps toward the bedroom with me in his arms, his eyes on fire and his breath coming in harsh pants. The fabric of his shirt abrades my nipples, making my entire body ache with need. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. It's more than safety, deeper than desire. When I'm with him, I feel…whole. Except for the ache that won't go away. I think having him inside me is the only thing that's going to ease the need that's been churning through me for days now.
He kicks the bedroom door closed behind us, crosses the room, and drops me on the bed. I whimper when he rips his shirt off over his head and tosses it to the floor before crawling over me. I don't even get a chance to ogle him before he's on me. One big hand goes to the back of my head, his fingers plunging into my hair to tilt my head back. The other wraps around my hip, tugging me until I'm sprawled out beneath him.
His mouth lands on mine a second later, his kiss hard and hungry.
I twine my arms around his neck, only for him to pull them down, pinning them to the bed over my head. The dominant move sends a shiver of desire through me. He's so confident, so sexy. God, I've never felt as good as I do in his arms. He could probably break me in half without even trying, but there isn't an ounce of fear in me.
"Dios, little bunny. What you do to me," he growls, kissing his way down my throat. "Knowing you trust me with your body makes me feel like a god."
When he's touching me like this, I think maybe he is a god.
The scruff on his jaw and cheeks scratches my skin, pulling another moan from me. His lips wrap around my nipple, pulling it into the hot cavern of his mouth. He sucks hard.
A bolt of pleasure has my back bowing off the bed. "Octavio!"
"Fuck. I love the way you cry my name," he groans, releasing my nipple before claiming the other one. He bites down, dragging it through his teeth. The sharp sting blasts through me, my stomach clenching.
"Please, please," I sob, though I don't know exactly what I'm begging for. All I know is that I ache everywhere, my body desperate for release…for more.
He kisses his way down my ribcage and then my stomach, nipping at my skin as he goes. He doesn't shy away from the mass of scar tissue near my navel, instead placing sweet little kisses all over the burn before moving on. His tongue dips into my belly button before sliding down my lower stomach.