Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
When Cyclone moved off me, pushing himself up on stiffened arms, I whimpered in protest.
“Shh, honey. I’m not going anywhere.” He used one hand to reach back between his shoulder blades and strip off his shirt. Tattooed muscles rippled with every movement. Brawny arms, defined chest, and ripped abs seemed to dance before my avid gaze.
“Daniel…” I breathed his name like a prayer. And maybe it was. “Please don’t break my heart.” The words slipped out before I could censor them. Even as I pleaded with him, I knew he was destined to do just that. This man would break my heart because Cyclone was a force of nature, not someone to be controlled. No matter what he thought now, he’d grow to see me and any child I carried as trying to control him. Even knowing that, I still wanted this time together. I wanted to remember every blistering second of what we were about to share.
“Trust me, Willa,” he said as he gently removed my sleep shirt. “One day at a time. One moment at a time. We’ll get through tonight together. Then we’ll take on tomorrow. Then the next day. OK? One day at a time.”
I nodded and let my hands find his chest. I caressed the skin beneath my palms up to his shoulders and down his muscled arms.
Then he lowered his head to my breast, and I cried out when his lips closed over one nipple. He pulled gently, sucking first one peak then the other. Whenever he switched sides, his fingers toyed with my flesh until I was crying out and writhing beneath him.
“Such sweet nipples,” he rasped against my skin. “Could suck on these forever.”
“Oh, God!” I cried as he sucked me harder, stretching my nipple until it slipped from his mouth with an audible pop.
“Need more.” Cyclone’s needy growl was an aphrodisiac.
He trailed his mouth down my torso to just above my mound. Had he done this last time? I thought he had. My breath came in sharp pants and my body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat. I was lightheaded and my pussy tingled with excitement. Then his mouth closed over my clitoris, and I was lost.
Holding my thighs apart, Cyclone licked and sucked at my lips, growling against my wet folds as he dragged his tongue from pussy to clit over and over again. Every touch of his mouth and every stroke of his fingers had me on edge. When he finally plunged two fingers inside me, I came in a hard, wet rush, screaming his name.
I was lost in the sensations of his hands and his mouth on my body. Every movement caused a wave of pleasure to spread throughout my body. I felt myself melting with each touch, growing more and more addicted to him.
When Cyclone finally drew away, I felt like I’d been deprived of something vital. But he only crawled up my body, kissing me once again. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue, but it only inflamed me further.
He sat up on his knees to shove his sleep pants from his hips. When he did, his cock bobbed proudly from a dark thatch of curls beneath that hard Adonis belt. He was, in a word, mesmerizing.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, reaching out to stroke the length of him.
He groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying my touch. I let my fingers travel up and down slowly before grasping his base and stroking up slowly. I had a vague recollection of touching him like this before. Of stroking his cock until he batted my hand away and sank into my pussy. Would he do it again?
Cyclone hissed out a breath before grabbing my wrist. “Stop,” he murmured. “You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, woman.”
He leaned down and kissed me deeply before shifting his hips back. Then he pushed forward into my wet pussy. I gasped as he filled me, eyes wide and lips parted as pleasure unlike anything I could remember before washed over me.
His thrusts were slow and steady as his gaze held mine captive. He seemed to be gauging my every reaction, looking for… something.
Cyclone growled in pleasure and then grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed as he lay fully on top of me. His eyes glinted with a feral intensity that sent a thrill of anticipation through my body. This wasn’t a man unaffected by what we were doing. He was deeply affected. It might have been only lust, but he wasn’t as in control as I’d have thought he would be. I wouldn’t say I was at all torn up about it either. I loved this intensity, the way his gaze ate me up.
He increased his thrusts, pushing deeper -- my breath caught in my throat as I felt the orgasm building inside me. I wanted to be in this moment forever, a part of this wildness that consumed us both. When I couldn’t take it any longer, I cried out, my hips bucking wildly as I came with a brutal intensity. My pussy clamped down on him, and Cyclone let out his own deep shout of completion. Hot cum filled me and I welcomed the sensation, letting the pleasure wash over me as it would. Another powerful orgasm rocked me, and I cried out his name as I clung to him as tightly as I could with arms and legs.