Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“Always.” I drag my nose along the side of hers. “I’ll face down the coldest nights, the deadliest storms, and the nastiest monsters just to see your smile for the rest of my days.”
“Well, in that case, you owe me. I’ve worked up quite an appetite fighting for my life.”
“You got it. The best cabin breakfast you’ve ever had.” I glance at the rustic shelves of frozen pemmican that hover over an old, wobbly table. “Just give me a moment to thaw out the kitchen.”
“That’s not the appetite I’m talking about.” She trails a tiny foot up the back of my leg. “You’re as hungry as I am.”
I’m painfully hard. Can’t hide that from her. I’ve been fighting an erection all night. With her soft, sensual nudity pressed against me, it’s a losing battle.
While my physical response to her is instinctive, I possess the self-control not to act on it.
No matter how badly I want her.
Our shared eye contact acknowledges the heat gathering between us, knitting us closer together. It’s in these moments—her nestled in my arms, safe and starting to heal—that I feel it most. This undying need to protect her, to make her happy.
And to fuck her so thoroughly and for so long that neither of us can walk for days.
I’m a man with thorny edges and an unapproachable demeanor, but for Frankie, I’ll be whatever she needs. Making her smile, ensuring her safety, and providing for her is not just what I do—it’s who I am.
And right now, she needs to rest, not a hard, unpracticed cock rutting inside her.
“You need to empty your bladder,” I say.
“Already did…the second I fell into the lake.”
The lake.
A landscape, usually so familiar, concealed a danger that tried to take her from me forever. I fucked up, and I will never forgive myself.
Self-loathing takes fire in my stomach, and I find myself growling in her face. “You stopped breathing.”
“I know.” Her voice drops to a husky whisper. “That happens every time I look at you.”
“You died.”
“I lived.” She grips my jaw. “Let it go. Forget this need to be my constant protector and give me what we both want. Be selfish with me. Wreck me. Ruin me. Show me the feral beast I fell in love with.”
By the time she utters the last word, I’m thrusting against her, grinding my hips and fisting my hands in her hair.
There’s so much life in this woman, and I want to devour it. I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and fill my mouth with the essence of her soul.
I grab her throat, making her gasp. “Open your fucking legs.”
The speed with which Frankie spreads her legs for me makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life.
With a fist in her hair, I yank her head back and bury my face in the small moons of her breasts, lavishing them, scraping them with my teeth. Christ, I love her nipples, the way they swell and harden against the curl of my tongue.
I should be hydrating her, feeding her, making her rest, but it’s too late for that. I spent the night between her naked thighs, and fuck me, I only have so much restraint.
My hands span the entire circumference of her rib cage as I clutch her to me and devour her chest like an animal.
She arches and moans in my grip, such a tiny creature with fierce, unending energy. Scratching and groping, she touches me everywhere. But when her palms skim down my hips and seek out my erection, I capture her arms and trap them above her head.
“Relax,” I rasp.
She sighs.
Now where was I?
Biting her round, perky tits, I move from one to the other, then on to her armpits. I ravish the sensitive skin there, inhaling her pheromones and rubbing my face in those sweet hollows under each arm until she’s squirming and giggling uncontrollably.
As I return to her nipples, her eyes follow mine, lips parted and panting heavily.
So beautiful. So inconceivably precious.
I frame her stunning face with my hands and kiss her madly, aggressively, unleashing the feral man that makes her so fucking wet.
She lowers her arms, her fingers tiptoeing down my restless, grinding body, on the hunt for my cock again.
Impatient, greedy hellion.
I shift my hips out of her reach. “Hands where I can see them.”
Slowly, she flattens them over my mouth, her lips struggling to contain the laughter glinting in her emerald eyes.
I sink my teeth into her fingers.
“Ow!” She yelps with glee and grips my neck. “Why can’t I touch you? You never let me near—”
“Because I’ll come, woman. Not gonna last the way it is. This first time? It’s just a practice run. It doesn’t count toward my overall performance.”
“You guys and your egos. Just put it in me already.”
I grab her throat and pin her to the floor. “I give the orders.”