Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 128801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Now, he grumbled from the depths of it, and his hand glided down from my waist to take a handful of my hip. He tucked me even closer, and his hard, rigid cock dug into the small of my back. The sting of the cold metal against my skin was a shivery contrast to the flames that burned from him.
And those flames leapt when he muttered my name. “Dakota.”
His hand tightened on my hip, fingers dipping in, like he was terrified of letting go. His nose burrowed into my hair at the back of my head, and his rumbled words glided through me like a dream. “Love you.”
Emotion cinched down so tight around my heart, a desperate squeeze that contracted before it expanded out and unfurled with the truth.
And I felt entranced by it.
By the deafening quiet and the roaring that shouted in my heart and in my ears.
I love you. I love you.
My soul chanted it. Demanded it.
I slowly shifted around. A pained breath left me at the sight of him asleep on my pillow, on his side facing me.
It’d always hurt looking at him.
A blade driven through to the spot that had always been reserved for him. Each time, it had carved it out. Scored it deeper. Only this morning, it throbbed with something new.
Something beautiful as my eyes caressed the sharp contours of his face. The man a perfect sculpture with the faint glimmering of light caressing his features.
Everything about him harsh and severe.
Midnight in the breaking day.
And that truth shouted louder, clamoring through the room, bouncing against the walls and ricocheting back.
Shoving off any insecurities, I shifted to straddle him. Sensing me in his sleep, he followed the motion and rolled onto his back. A rumbly groan filtered between his full, red lips.
I kept most of my weight on my knees, and I eased down just a fraction. Enough to rub myself against his cock that was hard between us, so long that the tip nearly touched his belly button.
Sparks zapped at the contact, and Ryder’s hands flew to my hips as those gunmetal eyes snapped open.
Shocked.
Wild.
One second later, they darkened with greed.
They dragged over me where I hovered over him, my hips barely moving, but it was enough to stoke the friction that flamed.
“Cookie.” It was a grumble. So rough and low that it sent chills racing my flesh. “What are you doing?”
“I need you.” It was a gluttonous sound that curled in the air. The connection tugged hard between us.
I felt his dick twitch, hardening even more, and his fingers dug deeper into my waist, close to painful as he warred with restraint.
But I didn’t want that between us anymore.
Restraint.
Walls.
Boundaries.
I wanted to crush them all.
Lay them at our feet.
“Please,” I whispered, and I angled up, taking his cock in my hand and stroking up.
Ryder nearly bowed from the bed, his hips arching up as he moaned. “Cookie. Fuck.”
“Please,” I said again, and I shifted to align the fat head of him at my center.
The muscles of his abdomen flexed, corded and ripped. Strength quivered beneath the designs he had painted on his flesh.
“I’m on the pill. Please let me feel you.” It was a frantic rasp as the slight pressure of him nudged at my entrance, and that time when he murmured, “Cookie,” it was pure lust.
I braced my hands on his stomach as I began to sink onto him, and his fingers burrowed in possession.
A sound so needy it was almost embarrassing got free when I shifted so I could watch myself taking him in.
Inch by inch of him spreading me.
Filling me.
A pleasure so close to pain that I cried out with it, and a tremble rocked through when I had him to the hilt.
I felt ripped apart.
Sewn together.
Pierced.
Healed.
Whole.
So much. Everything. Never enough.
A growl escaped him, and he wound his big hands around my waist. “Fuck, Cookie. I have to be dreaming. You feel so good. So fucking good. Your sweet, perfect cunt hugging my cock. Show me how good you can take it.”
He was the one who began to guide me, taking me by the outside of the thighs and urging me up before he slowly pressed me back down on him.
The burn of him speared through me. Pinpricks of pleasure pulsed from my center.
A moan coasted up my throat, shivers skating far and wide.
Emotion rose, lifting up from that vacant space and crawling into the cavity of my chest.
“Ride me, Cookie.”
I began to move over him, rolling my hips as I took him in again and again, slowly at first before I quickened as the intensity swelled around us.
He touched me everywhere, gripping my curves, riding up my sides, cupping my breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs rubbing circles on my nipples before he grabbed me by the bottom to drive me harder onto him.