Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
As he corners me against the counter, every ounce of me wants to surrender to his animalistic sex drive. Letting this gorgeous beast nail me when he’s angry would be the greatest sex of my life.
Don’t give in. Be strong.
“You can’t fix this with orgasms.” I duck my head, dodging his snapping jaws.
“Not fixing it, woman. Just getting us to a place where we can.” His eyes are wild, his breathing heavy, but there’s a tinge of something else beneath the jealous rage. Something fragile and haunting. “He’s not just your therapist. I saw it in his eyes.”
The desperate edge to his voice, the fear on his face, the lifetime of trauma and pain welted across his back, it’s all there, choking him, tunneling his vision.
When he reaches for me again, I expect him to bend me over the counter. Instead, he wraps me up in a crushing hug, his muscles shaking and his grip so damn tight he squeezes the anger out of me.
“My beautiful, savage caveman.” I cup his granite jaw and bring our foreheads together. “I’m yours. You and Leo and me, we’re bonded. Mated for life. Denver couldn’t divide us. Hoss couldn’t break us. No one can take this from us.”
I have to be strong for everyone else.
“I don’t like the way he touches you.”
“I’m yours.” I kiss his angry lips.
“He intends to take you.”
“I’m yours.” I unbutton my jeans and push them down my hips.
“I can’t let him hurt you.” He yanks my arms behind my back and pins me against his chest.
“I’m yours.” I hold his gaze, letting him scour my features until he sees my truth.
Releasing me, he lowers to the floor and pulls my clothes down with him. My jeans, underwear, shoes—everything comes off. While he undresses my lower half, I remove my shirt and bra.
His ascent back up my body is an unhurried climb as he drags his scorching tongue in one long lick from feet to breasts, making me shiver and squirm.
By the time he reaches my mouth, I’m drenched between my legs, out of breath, and aching to be impaled. His cock is so hard the veins strain beneath the skin.
Taking my face in his hands, he angles my head and crushes my mouth with his. His tongue doesn’t ask. It demands, invading and claiming with brutal force.
I don’t give it to him. I make him take it. And holy fuck, he does. It’s primal. It’s raw. It’s the very nature of the untamed wilderness that lives in our veins.
He jams his fingers between my legs, driving them deep and working me into a moaning, writhing tangle of useless limbs.
“More.” I gasp into his mouth.
But he’s already doing it, replacing his hand with his massive cock. He’s so unnaturally huge and stiff that I tense, knowing what’s coming.
He lifts me, braces my rear against the counter, and drags me over the fat head of his dick.
Our eyes connect, and a strangled groan vibrates in his throat as he works me down his thick length.
The pressure, the heat, the beautiful, burning pleasure as he pushes harder, deeper, trembling, all-consuming—it’s glorious. Even with his cock stuffed only midway in, I feel it twitching, swelling, throbbing root to tip.
The sensations slam into me, sharp and loud, thundering through my body with unholy desire.
Holding me still, he retreats a few inches. Then another hard push, a choked gasp between us, and sweet blessed hell, he’s in, buried to the hilt.
“Why are you so big?” I sink my hands into his lush hair.
“Why are you so tight?” He adjusts his grip on my ass.
Then he moves, ramming that monster up between my legs like a piston, filling, shattering, shocking me like it’s my first time. Every flex of his hips drives a punching fist inside me, a stinging blow of howling, clawing ecstasy.
Our bodies press tightly together, climbing closer, clinging harder, my inner thighs rubbing against his hips. He uses the strength of his legs to dig deeper, stroking all that hardness along every nerve and pleasure center inside me.
I cry out against his wet lips. His responding groan vibrates the walls. Shakes the whole damn island. He’s pure sexual power, insatiable and tireless, maddening in his ability to go for hours, and exhausting to compete with. A competition I’ve never won.
My entire body shudders and ripples, twitching toward the peak amid the flames of his pounding, primal virility. Hard to breathe while writhing in his intoxicating heat and ferocious kisses.
The man is a beast. A beast who kisses like he’s staring down death. Who understands the value of each breath. Who earns every precious inhale and exhale. Who conquers demons and arctic blizzards with his woman at his side as we fight and fuck and reach for the future with forever in the palms of our entwined hands.