Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Possessiveness rushes through my blood as the beast clawing beneath my skin, searching for a way out, manages to tear his way free. With a roar, every tightly held constraint falls away as I drive inside her shuddering softness.
She screams as I bury myself deep inside her body until there’s no way to tell where I end and she begins.
Just like she begged me so prettily to do.
For a second or two, I don’t move a single muscle.
I simply soak in the way her body wraps around my thick length. When I finally find the strength to pull out, teasing her entrance with the tip, her pussy contracts, drawing me back inside.
Did I really think I could go twelve strokes before losing it?
Ha!
I’ll be lucky if I make it half a dozen.
It’ll be humiliating if I can’t even last that long.
Her pussy feels too damn good.
She feels too damn good.
Everything about this girl does.
Even though I try to fight through it, my balls tighten as I stare into her eyes. Our bodies fit together perfectly, rocking against each other as if we were made for one another.
I can’t get that thought out of my head as I continue to fuck her, attempting to force another orgasm from her body.
A muttered prayer of thanks leaves my lips when she moans and her inner muscles spasm. As much as I want to hold out, that’s impossible. I do the only thing I can and follow her over the edge and into oblivion. The way her pussy milks my cock, strangling it, has me seeing stars. They dance across my vision. If I weren’t having the best damn come of my life, I’d be concerned that I was in the middle of a medical emergency.
It’s almost painful.
I ride the wave as long as possible until we’re both exhausted from the enormity of what transpired. And then I do the only thing I can and bury my face against the delicate hollow of her throat, inhaling a breath of her sweet floral scent before holding it captive deep in my lungs.
If I thought I wanted her before, it’s nothing compared to the need that careens through my veins now, destroying everything in its path as it demands that I lock her down and make her mine.
21
Willow
A gasp escapes from me when he rolls to the side and takes me with him so I end up sprawled across his chest. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed, unwilling to allow reality to intrude just yet.
What just happened between us was…
Perfect.
So perfect that moisture pricks the backs of my eyes.
What I don’t want is for him to catch a glimpse of the emotion I’m struggling with.
The gift he just gave me is exactly what I’ve been searching for all these years. A man who isn’t going to treat me like I’m fragile and need to be handled with the utmost of care.
I’m knocked from those thoughts when his arms tighten, pressing me closer to his chest.
His voice is a deep rumble. “Are you going to tell me your name, or should I just keep calling you sunshine?”
It’s almost agonizing, the way air leaks from my lungs.
If I were smart, I’d untangle myself from him before slipping from the bed. Then I’d make a promise to do a better job of steering clear of Maverick McKinnon in the future.
But…
How can I do that when he’s the only one capable of making my body soar?
His muscles fill with tension. “Is there a reason you won’t tell me?”
My heartrate kicks up tempo, beating faster. I nibble my lower lip before reluctantly admitting, “Willow.”
“Willow,” he murmurs, as if tasting my name on his lips.
That’s all it takes for a shudder to slide through me.
His fingers slip beneath my chin to lift it until there’s no other choice but to meet the steeliness of his mahogany-colored eyes. “Break up with him, Willow.”
When I remain silent, his voice dips, turning harsher. “Did you hear me, sunshine? I want you to break up with him.”
“I heard you.”
Tension vibrates off him in heavy waves. “Then give me an answer.”
I force myself to stay strong. “I can’t do that.”
A growl escapes him as he flips me onto my back and cages me in with his strength until he’s all I’m cognizant of. Before I can draw in a deep, cleansing breath, his lips slam into mine. His tongue plunges inside me the same way his cock had driven into my body a handful of minutes ago.
And then I’m lost in a sea of sensation.
In the taste of him.
The possessiveness of his touch.
Just when it feels like I’m drowning, he breaks off contact and rips himself away. It doesn’t escape me that our breathing has turned labored.
Anger sparks in his dark depths as he narrows his eyes. “Does he make you feel anything close to this?” There’s a pause. “Has anyone ever played with your body the way I do?”