Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
This new side of me is only for her.
Jerry might find that out if he dares to show his face tomorrow.
“I’m awake because you’re awake,” she says playfully. “Huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. What’s wrong?”
“You want the truth, my little artist?” I growl, leaning down so our faces are close together.
This is the way we’re meant to be, pushed close like this so that any second I can kiss her roughly and make her feel just how badly I need her. Her breath whispers over me temptingly, making my predator’s mind wonder what it would be like to feel her breath on my neck as I buried myself up to the hilt inside of her, fucking her roughly.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I say, pushing past my fantasies with an effort. “It’s just… you.”
“Me?”
“You’re so damn sexy. You drive me wild. Even hearing your breath turns me into an animal.”
A shimmer moves across her features, making me even tenser, my muscles bulging like the primal part of me is trying to go full werewolf and burst out of my skin.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she murmurs.
She knows exactly what she could do. She could open those thick bountiful thighs of hers and take every inch I have to give. She could bend over, pushing her shoulders against the bed as she sticks her ass up, as I push inside of her and pound her so that her alluring ass cheeks bounce.
But she said she isn’t ready tonight.
And even if I don’t want my woman to keep me waiting for long, I respect her wishes.
“I’m going to save my seed for your hot tight hole,” I snarl, unable to contain my beast completely.
She makes a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh, a complicated just-Zoey sound.
“What is it?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you think? I’m nervous, Zack. The way you talk, how freaking primal it is, how possessive…”
“You don’t like it?” I smirk because the question is absurd. I can tell she likes it just by looking at her.
“You know the answer to that,” she murmurs. “Of course I do. But how the heck am I going to live up to all the women you’ve been with before? How the hell can I even start to compete? I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Rage flares inside me, hot and alive and potent.
“You could never disappoint me. Never. Brand that word into your mind and never forget it. There’s not a single situation where you’re anything other than perfect for me. And if I hear you talking like that again, I might have to bend you over my knee and spank some fucking sense into you.”
She gasps, familiar lust brimming in her eyes. “You can’t know that,” she says, her features becoming furrowed again. “What if you don’t…”
“What? Now, who’s not finishing her sentences, eh?” I tease, referencing her words earlier when she said I had an annoying habit of doing just that.
“You know, what if you don’t…”
“Am I a mind reader?”
She averts her gaze. “Fit. There. What if, because I’m a virgin, and I’ve felt you, Zack, just against my belly, but I’ve felt you and you feel massive. So there it is. What if you don’t fit?”
“Look at me, Zoey,” I snap.
She flinches at the fierceness in my voice, turning her gaze back to mine.
“Our bodies want each other,” I tell her firmly. “My seed and your womb – as crazy as that would’ve sounded to me just this morning – need each other. When I slip my throbbing helm into your hole, you’ll realize how badly our bodies need to maul each other, to claim each other. You’ll realize that we were made for each other.”
She nods. I can see she’s trying to summon some confidence from somewhere deep, but she doesn’t look entirely convinced.
“I hope so, Zack. But if I don’t, you won’t be angry, will you?”
The predator in me flares, roaring at me to bend her over and fuck her roughly right now, to prove to her that her anxiety is misplaced. But somehow I manage to clasp onto the reins of my galloping need, clutching them tightly to forestall the explosion.
For now.
“That’s not going to happen,” I tell her. “You’ll see. And you’ll see soon, Zoey. Because even if you’ve opened up parts of me – less cold, more human parts – I’m still a fucking savage at heart. And I can’t wait forever.”
I can’t stop myself from saying that last bit, even if I know it’s probably not the most polite thing to add. But I did tell her that honesty is the most important thing. This is how I honestly feel.
She swallows, nodding shortly. “I’ll try, Zack. That’s all I can promise.”
I pull her into an embrace, my hands moving through her hair, trying to coax her to sleep.