Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41558 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
I would’ve let the fire claim me before I’d have left her to die alone. There hadn’t been a choice.
“I would die before I’d let them take you from me,” I swore.
“I know,” she whispered. “I love you, Max.”
I love you. I sealed the promise with a kiss, letting her taste the vow on my tongue instead of voicing the words aloud. They were dangerous. Terrifying. My love for this perfect woman ripped through me like a tidal wave, devastating and unstoppable.
My fingers threaded through her hair at her nape, tipping her head back so I could claim her more deeply. She sighed and melted against me, giving me everything without hesitation. She was so small and fragile in my arms, but she was far stronger than me. She gave herself to me fully and fearlessly, promising her love without conditions or expectations. She made herself vulnerable to me, and I greedily took everything she offered.
I fisted her soft cotton camisole, urging her to strip. When my knuckles skimmed her stomach, she sucked in a sharp breath. I immediately broke our kiss and pulled back to assess the damage. That pained gasp let me know that she was injured in ways I hadn’t realized.
I scowled at the dark bruise that spread over her creamy skin, a mottled purple mark on her abdomen. Those motherfuckers had viciously beaten her before setting the fire.
She whispered my name and trailed her fingertips along the harsh slash of my lips, comforting me.
I dropped to my knees, worshipping her like my own personal miracle. I brushed a featherlight kiss over the ugly bruise, compelled to soothe away her pain. Her palms skimmed the bandages on my forearms.
“You’re hurt,” she murmured.
I shook my head. “I’m fine, Bambi. It doesn’t hurt.”
I didn’t feel any pain; the burning sensation on my arms and face had disappeared as soon as I’d breathed in her floral scent and felt her soften in my possessive hold.
I ghosted another kiss below the bruise, just above her jeans. I freed the button and slowly lowered the zipper, revealing her white cotton panties. I pressed my lips over her clit, and she gasped as she rocked her hips toward me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” I’d take away her pain, flood her body with pleasure.
As I slowly peeled her jeans and underwear down her long legs, she toed off her shoes. She stepped out of her pants and stripped off her top before unclasping her bra. Even bruised and hurting, she was breathtaking. Her eyes shone with emotion as she stared down at me, her lush lips parted slightly as she drew in panting breaths. Her nipples were peaked with arousal, and when I brushed two fingers between her legs, I found her wet and hot for me.
“Please…” She moaned and tilted her hips into my hand, urging me to touch her.
I pressed a kiss to her clit, and she bucked toward me. My hands gripped her hips, stilling her so that she wouldn’t jar her injuries.
“Let me take care of you, angel,” I commanded softly.
I traced the line of her slit with my tongue, and she cried out, lovely eyes flying wide at the shock of pleasure. I’d flood her with it, until she floated into bliss.
I licked her clit, firming my fingers on her hips to hold her steady. She whimpered, quivering in my hands. She surrendered, placing herself at my mercy as I began to feast on her sweet cunt. Shifting my hold to cup her ass with one hand, I slid my other between her thighs to press a finger into her tight channel. She gasped, and a fresh wash of arousal coated my palm as her core contracted with need. I found the sensitive spot inside her, forcing an orgasm from her. She had no choice but to shatter in my hands, her clit hard beneath my tongue as her inner muscles squeezed my finger. My dick strained against my jeans, aching to feel that velvet heat gripping me.
I wasn’t finished with her yet. She would be mindless with pleasure by the time I drove into her tight pussy.
I crooked my finger against her g-spot, wringing another orgasm from her lithe body. She shouted my name and grabbed at my hair, fingernails grazing my scalp to send sparks tingling down my spine. I groaned at her taste on my tongue, the silken arousal that was all for me.
Her pussy fluttered around my finger, and her thighs shook. I caught her as she sagged against me, knees going weak from relentless pleasure. I cradled her close to my chest and carried her to my bed, laying her down carefully so that her head was cushioned on my pillow.
Her fiery hair was a halo around her head, and her pale skin seemed to glow with ethereal light. For a long moment, I simply stared down at her, unable to draw breath. Her peridot eyes glittered like multifaceted gemstones, shining and hypnotic.