Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23007 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“There’s no going back after this, Patience. Tell me to fuck off. Tell me to stop,” I say, praying she doesn’t say either of those things or anything like it.
“I’m yours, Logan. Take it.” My eyes pop up to hers.
“You’re a virgin?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Don’t stop.”
I slide into her slowly, savoring the way her walls clench around me as I enter her. Leaning down, I kiss her again as I push through her cherry. She gasps into my mouth but keeps kissing me. I wait, giving us both a chance to adjust to this. I move my lips to her ears, licking the shell and the place just behind her ear that smells of her perfume.
“You’re my first too, Patience. My first and only.” She gasps again, but I don’t give her chance to say anything as I begin to move. Slowly at first. Savoring. Always savoring. She wraps her other leg around my hip and tightens them both. Somewhere in my mind, I faintly hear a cello. Take Me To Church by Hozier is playing and I can’t help but to think the soundtrack of tonight was catered to us. Somehow. Patience moves her body in time with mine. She meets me thrust for thrust as I take her, knowing all the while she’s taking me too.
six
PATIENCE
“You’re my first too, Patience. My first and only,” he says making me gasp. He’s a virgin too? How the hell can that be possible? He’s hot and famous, women must throw themselves at him all the time. Well, that pisses me off, so I choose not to think about that. He’s proficient at this, I think. Of course, I don’t really know. All I know is how I feel. I feel both dead and alive at the same time. I feel safe yet desperately in danger. I never understood what the women in the romance novels I love so much meant. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands clenching his forearms, I try to meet him as he thrusts into me, but the end result of that is just being fucked into the bed and I can’t complain. I would never complain. I feel everything and nothing all at the same time. It defies logic.
To be his first and only is a dream come true. To know that there was never anyone before me makes me determined to ensure there’s no one after me. He’s bare inside of me, and I can feel every ridge and vein of him, like he’s tattooing himself on me. I’m not on birth control, there was never a need before, but he doesn’t know that. We didn’t even ask any questions. From the moment I walked through those velvet curtains and our eyes met, I was his. In every way, for every day moving forward. I knew it. It like a supernatural force brought us together. This right here. Us, joined as one, was always the end result. The only result possible.
My pussy clenches around him and he groans, fucking me faster and faster. My orgasm builds and builds until it explodes. Literally. I scream his name and tighten my thighs around his hips like I imagine a snake does to its prey. As crazy as it seems I don’t want him to pull out of me. I know I’ll love and want this man until my dying breath.
“Patience!” he shouts, before his whole body tenses up and I feel him fill me with his hot seed. It’s almost scalding and it’s definitely branding me. Branding me in the best way.
My breathing is harsh; coming in pants and gasp, and it matches his. Still inside me, still impossibly hard, he drops all of his weight down on me and I welcome it. My arms wrap around him as he kisses my chest, more like he murmurs over my skin, but it feels like kisses. I shiver under him. I want him again.
“You must be cold,” he says, pulling out of me gently, but I regret the loss of him all the same. He rolls off the bed and I scramble to join him. I move to my clothes and start to put them on. “What are you doing? Are you leaving?”
“I thought you were done with me,” I say, suddenly shy. I don’t know why. He’s seen, touched, and tasted every inch of my body. Not to mention he was inside me.
“Don’t misunderstand me, duchess. I’ve staked my claim and you won’t be going anywhere. Get back over here and let me have you. Again, always, forever,” he says, throwing back the covers on the bed. I drop the gown in my hands, and run to him. He catches me and our lips meet again. I can’t get enough of this man. He drives me wild. Suddenly, I am on the bed again and he’s slammed back inside of me. I can’t help feeling a sense of rightness. Like he’s exactly where he belongs. Like I’m exactly where I belong.