Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
The laughter stopped when I stroked my thumb over her clit.
“Cannon,” she cried, bucking her hips.
“Where were we?” I dragged my fingers through her slippery cleft and groaned at how wet she already was for me. “Fuck, I love how wet you get for me.”
Her breaths came in little pants, but she kept her eyes on me.
“I love how you fit against me.” My cock replaced my fingers at her entrance. “How I can curl my entire body around you until you’re surrounded by me.”
She rocked, trying to pull me into her, but I held back. “Cannon, please.”
“Not until you get it.” I ran my nose down her neck. “I love the way you always smell like apple blossoms, and I love the way you taste.” My tongue danced over that sensitive spot on her neck, and she whimpered. “I love how I can never get enough of you. Even after I’ve just had you, I want you again.”
“Same,” she whispered, arching her neck to give me better access.
I slid down her body. “I love your breasts and how responsive your nipples are.” I tongued them both, then continued the journey. “I love the way you gasp when I do this.” My tongue found her clit and flicked at it.
She gasped, her hands sinking into my hair.
“I love every sound you make when I do this.” I settled between her thighs and licked her in lazy, long strokes, like we had all the time in the world. Her cries came faster and higher as I worked her with my mouth, sucking gently on her clit to send her over the edge.
She screamed my name as the orgasm took her over, trembling around me as I licked her sensitive flesh through every aftershock.
Then I rose over her, bracing my weight on my elbows as my dick screamed at me to drive into her, to take her hard and fast, to brand her in a way that she’d never be free of me.
“I fucking love the way you scream my name when you come,” I whispered in her ear, biting her lobe gently before kissing her so she could taste just how sweet she was.
“Cannon,” she whined, shifting her thighs so the head of my cock lined up perfectly.
“I love the way you trust me and the way you share your body with me.”
“It’s yours,” she promised, her thighs rubbing against my hips. “It’s all yours.”
But I wasn’t done yet. I captured her gaze, then stroked the soft skin of her cheek. “I have never loved a woman’s eyes the way I love yours. You brought me to my knees with one look. One, Persephone. Don’t ever compare yourself to the women I used to settle for, because they were a series of faceless, nameless, placeholders, and you…” I shook my head, fumbling for the words. “You were everything I wanted and couldn’t have.”
“But you have me now.” She grazed her hands down my rib cage, then squeezed my ass as she rocked forward with her hips.
I took the hint and eased myself inside her inch by delicious inch. “I fucking love the way you feel around me. Hot and tight and so very wet.”
“Like I was made for you.” She sucked in a breath, then moaned when I filled her completely.
“Like you were made for me,” I agreed, wondering if she had been. If there was some other life where we would have been compatible for more than a few months. Some other life where we would have been together forever. My eyes closed at the pleasure that shot through me.
“I love the way you don’t hold back when we’re here.” I grasped her hands, threading our fingers together before I pinned them to the bed on either side of her head. “I love that I can take you slow and easy,” I moved my hips in a slow, steady slide, and she groaned. “Or I can fuck you hard and long.” I thrust deep and fast, reveling in the little cry she gave when I stopped. “But no matter how I take you, you beg for more. And the truth is that I might fill your body, but you fill my fucking soul.”
“Cannon,” she pled, her eyes soft on mine, but edged with need.
“I’ll never want another woman,” I swore, hating myself for the truth of it as I took her in slow, deep strokes. “I haven’t wanted another woman since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’ll always be it for me.” No matter where this led, she’d ruined me for anyone else.
“I love you,” she whispered, holding my face as she rocked with me.
Those words. I couldn’t say those words. Couldn’t make the promise they implied or even let myself believe that she truly meant them.
So I showed her with my body, loving her in the only way I could, locking my gaze with hers as I moved within her, building our pleasure with steady, mind-blowing strokes that felt better and better.