Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
My hands curled in his hair. My hips bucked and rolled. My legs gave out, but Kyle held me steady, licking up every last wave of my release.
He consumed me, every part of me, and I never wanted to live outside of him again.
It felt like the longest orgasm to ever exist as I rode out each rolling spark of electricity coursing through me. Kyle never relented, either — he fucked me with his fingers and his mouth until the last moan leaked out of me, until my hands slackened in his hair and my legs began to shake so hard from the effort of standing that he carefully helped me into the bed.
He laid me down, maneuvering me up and up until my head hit the pillows, until he was sliding between my legs and kissing me as my breaths attempted to even out.
I tasted myself on him, and hot need rippled through me.
Mine.
I didn’t care that I felt like I could sleep for a year. I didn’t care that the sweet euphoria of release was trying to lull me into a coma. I fought against it, reaching for that part of me that yearned for more, and I deepened every kiss Kyle pressed against me.
My hands were in his hair again, my legs spreading wider, and when I felt his hard length warm and insistent against my slick core, I moaned deep and needy.
Kyle hissed, pressing his forehead against mine and slowly rolling his hips. Every time he did, his thick length slid between my wet lips, coating him in the orgasm he’d just given me. It was as if he was savoring it, as if he were memorizing every second of tonight before he was inside me again.
But I was impatient.
I reached between us, nipping at his bottom lip when I found his cock and stroked it from base to tip. He was soaked from me, and that made me even hotter, even more needy to feel him.
God, he was even bigger than I remembered. I’d seen his bulge, felt it pressed against me last night when he’d touched me and had it pressed against my backside. I knew he was thick and long and curved in a way that would hit just the right spot inside me, but to have him in my hand, to feel the way that beautiful cock twitched in my palm…
It was otherworldly.
“Mads,” he croaked when I squeezed my fist around his crown and pumped him slow, slicking every inch of him until I knew he’d slide inside me with ease.
His hands slid under my back, fingers curling over my shoulders as I lined him up at my entrance. He pulled me down onto him, just the tip of him stretching me, and we both let out long, throaty moans.
“Wait,” he said.
I paused, both of us breathing hard, his eyes locked on mine where he hovered above me.
“If we do this,” he said, swallowing. “If you let me have you…”
“I’m not taking it back, Kyle.”
He closed his eyes, forehead dropping to mine as he shook his head like he couldn’t believe those words were true.
“Claim me,” I begged, arching into him. “Leave your mark. Get back what’s always been yours. Ruin me, if that’s what it takes.” I slid my hands into his hair and made him look at me before I kissed him hard, my next words vibrating against his lips. “Have me in every way you want, Kyle, because I’ll only ever belong to you.”
He let out a hot breath through his nose, like those words had seared him from the inside, and then his mouth captured mine in a punishing, exhilarating kiss.
And he flexed his hips, filling me, a groan ripping from his chest as I moaned and dug my nails into his back.
We were home again.
We were whole.
Kyle
She was made for me.
Every cell in my body screamed that irrefutable truth as I flexed inside her, both of us gasping and moaning and closing our eyes as the ecstasy of that connection consumed us.
I was hyperaware of everything in that moment — the way Madelyn’s nails marked my back with little crescents, how her breath caught in her delicate throat, the way she squeezed around me when I flexed just a little deeper, and how sweet her moan was, how it danced with the guttural groan that ripped from my chest.
“Fuck, Mads,” I cursed, shaking my head and burying my face in her neck. I kissed the flesh there, tasting her as I withdrew my hips just an inch before driving in again.
I wanted to bury myself so deep in her that we became one.
I wanted to erase every man who had been with her since me, every year that has separated us.
Something incredible happened this weekend, as if the moment we got on that plane together, we slipped into another universe where nothing and no one else mattered. We faced our past. We learned the truth. We couldn’t fight our feelings for one another anymore because there were no distractions.