Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Our gazes locked. “You’re amazing.”
He bent, brushing his mouth over mine. I rose up on my tiptoes, kissing him back. He pulled me close, deepening the kiss. There was shared pain in our caress. An understanding between us of loss and comfort. He tugged me closer, his hands slipping under my sweatshirt, tracing delicate lines of pleasure up and down my back.
“I need you,” he murmured against my neck. “Please let me have you.”
“I need you too,” I replied, shocked at how badly I wanted him. How much I wanted to help him forget his pain. Remind him of the joy in life. In being with me. Right now. I stepped back, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
I fisted his shirt, and he yanked it off, tossing it to the floor, uncaring. We kissed as I fumbled with his belt, long out of practice. He laughed low, helping me. Tugging on my leggings and pulling my shirt over my head, then staring at me as he smoothed my hair away from my face. “You are so beautiful, Cherry. Incredibly so.”
I ran my fingers over the tattoo on his chest, understanding the fractured heart and date etched in his skin. I hadn’t asked him about it when I first saw it, somehow knowing it was personal and painful. I pressed my lips to the poignant reminder he carried on his skin right over his own heart, and he sighed, his body shuddering as I cupped him.
“Show me,” I whispered. “Forget everything but me. Us.”
In seconds, I was on my bed, him looming over me. He kissed me slowly. Leisurely. Long, drugging kisses that stole my senses and made me dizzy. He lapped and nipped at my neck. Sucked and licked his way down my body, exploring every inch. Making me wild with desire. When his mouth closed around my clit, I arched off the bed, crying his name. Mere moments passed before I was coming, my body exploding into shards of pleasure. Everything around me shimmered in light as I succumbed to the ecstasy of his mouth.
Before I could recover, he rose on his haunches, dragging me up his thighs and sliding into me. I gasped as he filled me, still adjusting to his girth. He groaned, his head falling back as he gripped my hips, pinning me in place as he moved. Every thrust brushed up against my already sensitive clit, and I whimpered as I felt the stirrings of another orgasm begin to form.
“No,” I breathed out. “I can’t.”
Dom shifted, towering over me, my legs resting on his shoulders, sinking even deeper. “You can, and you will,” he murmured, his voice low and full of dark promise. “I’m not coming until you do again, Cherry. So, let go.”
I clutched the sheets, the pleasure building to an almost painful point. My body shivered and shuddered. My nipples were stiff points, my core on fire. I felt frenzied and hot. Needy and wanting. Desire peaked, the emptiness I carried within me all the time disappearing as Dom filled me. There was no room for anything but him. Us. This passion.
He lifted me higher, his fingers digging into my hips so hard, I knew they’d leave bruises. I didn’t care. I wanted those marks. I wanted to look at them and remember this moment. He moved faster, grunting and cursing, the sweat on his skin glistening in the low light. “Come with me, Cherry. Come now,” he pleaded, hitting a spot so deep, it sent me over the cliff. I cried out, my muscles clamping down, pulling him in deeper.
The world around me shattered. Splintered into thousands of shards like a mirror being hit by a brick. Lights danced behind my eyes. Colors I had never seen erupted, bright and beautiful. My body took on a mind of its own, stretching, grasping, holding him.
He yelled my name. Shouted out in pleasure. Groaned in desire. Praised me.
“That’s my good girl.”
“Yes, strangle my cock. Fuck. Yes.”
“Like that. Yes…yes…yes!” he roared.
And then the world stood still. Our bodies peaked, slowed, then stopped. He heaved a long sigh, dropping his head to his chest. I collapsed on the mattress, boneless, spineless, unable to form words or thoughts. He kissed one ankle, then the other, loosening my legs from his shoulders. Pulling out of me, leaving me aching and empty for him. He stretched out beside me, dropping an arm over my torso, and for a few moments, there was no sound aside from our breathing.
Then he spoke, his voice gravelly and low.
“Holy shit.”
I started to giggle at his words. He began to laugh, his amusement muffled in the pillow. My giggles turned into guffaws, and he rolled, tugging me close.
“I should be insulted that you’re laughing after my efforts.”
“I’m not laughing at your efforts,” I assured him. “I’m laughing at your observation of your efforts. Short but completely accurate.”