Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Sensing my impatience, he lifted off of me and quickly removed his jeans and briefs, kicking them to the side. I watched with eagerness as he pulled out a condom from the back pocket, then slowly slipped it over his long, hard shaft. His eyes grew intense as he looked down at me sprawled out on the bed. His voice was low and raspy as he growled, “The last time we fucked, it was for you. This time, it’s for me.”
Before I had time to respond, he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs. He hovered over me, the heat of our breaths mingling between us. Once again, I thought he was going to kiss me, but once again, he hesitated. Before my disappointment had a chance to sink in, he lowered his hands to my waist and carefully lowered my panties down my thighs.
Without warning, he rolled to his back, carrying me with him, and within a blink, I was on top of him with my knees straddling his sides. I reached for him and wrapped my fingers around his girth. I slowly stroked him, up and down. I could feel him pulsing against my fingertips as I placed him at my center.
I slowly lowered myself, taking him in deep. After a brief moment of adjusting to him, I set my hands on his chest and slowly began to move as I rocked my hips against him.
I’d never felt anything so incredible.
I wanted to savor the moment and let myself feel every sensation, but Wrath had other plans. He placed his hands on my hips, guiding me to move faster. Taking his cue, I quickened my pace, becoming more fervent and intense with each shift of my hips. The muscles in my stomach began to tighten and I knew it was coming.
With one last swerve of my hips, heat surged through me, consuming me as my orgasm tore throughout my body. I was completely sated, but Wrath wasn’t done. Instead, he turned us over, positioning himself on top of me so he could take control. His body slammed into mine as I gripped his shoulders and met his thrusts with my own. Our panting and moans echoed through the room as our bodies moved together. Every drive of his hips, every swirl of mine, brought me closer and closer to a second orgasm that threatened to tear me apart. My head thrashed back as I gasped, “Yes!”
He was focused and unrelenting as he drove into me again and again. A low, deep growl echoed through the room as he found his own release. After several moments, he eased off of me, tossed his condom in the trash, then rolled over on his side right next to me.
Once our breaths started to slow, Wrath looked over to me, and his eyes burned with an intensity I didn’t understand. It was clear something was on his mind, but he didn’t say a word. I gave him a minute, then rolled to my side and whispered, “You look perplexed.”
“Just thinking.”
“That can be dangerous.”
“You’re telling me.”
His body grew tense as he turned his head and looked up at the ceiling. I got the feeling he needed a distraction from whatever was going on in his head, so I asked, “Do you remember the day we first met?”
“Like it was yesterday.”
“You seemed angry.”
“I was.” He continued to stare at the ceiling as he said, “I didn’t want to be there.”
“Yeah, I remember.” His brows furrowed when I said, “I’m sure it was tough being around so many people you didn’t know.”
“No, but it didn’t take long for the clubhouse to feel like home.”
“Yeah, the brothers have a way of doing that.”
“It wasn’t the brothers.” His eyes skirted over to me. “It was you and Bones.”
“Seriously?”
“Hm-hmm.” He chuckled under his breath as he said, “I can still remember how you followed him around like a lost puppy. Hadley used to do me the same way.”
“She adored you. She still does.”
He scoffed, then once again turned and looked up at the ceiling. And just like that, it felt like he was a million miles away. I was enjoying talking to him and didn’t want it to end, so I asked a question I knew would draw him back in. “You’ve been with a lot of women, right?”
“Not sure I’d characterize them as a lot, but yeah, I’ve had my fair share.” He turned back to face me as he asked, “Why?”
“I was curious about the whole kissing thing... or lack thereof.” His face was completely void of expression, making me instantly regret mentioning it. “It’s not a big deal. I was just curious.”
“You’re curious why I haven’t kissed you?”
“Well, yeah.” I tried to act nonchalant as I added, “What is that? Do you have some kind of aversion to kissing or something?”