Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I grunt. She’s soaked, but her pussy is as tight as a vise, sucking me in as she comes around my cock. I thrust as deeply as I can, exploding inside of her. I groan into her ear, wanting her to hear what she does to me. Nothing has ever felt this good in my whole damn life. “Won’t let you go,” I vow.
Eve is all mine now. There’s nowhere on this earth she could go that I wouldn’t find her. I’m not sure she knows what she’s done, but it doesn’t matter. Both our fates are sealed.
10
Eve
I’ve been here for two days. Marco hasn’t said one word about me going anywhere. But one thing is for sure: he’s driving me insane. I glare at him out the window as he brings down his ax on a log. The thing explodes under his force. He grabs another log and does it again. The muscles in his arms flex. He grunts this time. I press my thighs together. Yeah, I’m gonna murder him.
I march over to the door and pull it open. Snow is sitting on the porch right in front of the door, guarding it. The dog is sweet as hell, but he’s also very well-trained and protective.
“Get in here.” I snip at Marco as he brings the ax down again.
“It’s cold.” He stares at my bare legs.
“Stop being a thirst trap and get in the house,” I order. He picks up the ax and swings it down into the tree stump before stomping my way.
“The fuck is a thirst trap?” He stomps the snow of his boots before he pulls them off. I back up to make room for him to get into the house. Not much, though. I want him to brush against me. The man has flipped on some invisible switch inside of me. My body is no longer my own. He owns it. He said he was going to ruin me, and he has. He’s made me crave him.
“I’m ready to go home.” I fold my arms over my chest, making his shirt I’m wearing ride up my thighs, the cold tickling me. Marco calls Snow inside before kicking the door closed. “Did you hear me?” He grunts, taking off his coat. “Don’t grunt at me.” The sound doesn’t help my arousal.
“Are you hungry?”
“Are you trying to plump me up or something?” He shrugs as if it doesn’t matter if I’m plump or not. “Marco.” I stomp my foot like a freaking child.
“We don’t need to go to town. You don’t have work.” No, I don’t. We’re on a long break for the holiday.
“Well, maybe I want to—”
He cuts a look my way, his eyes locking with mine. The words die on my tongue. That damn heated stare of his. You’d think he wants to eat me alive, and he does. That look should scare the crap out of me. I’m not going anywhere, but then again, I don’t really want to. I’m only throwing a fit because I’m all worked up, and I know it.
He wraps his arm around me, lifting me off my feet like I’m a doll. I melt into him. “How do you feel?” Marco drops down on the sofa with me in his lap. His hand presses between my thighs to cup my sex.
“I’m fine,” I groan in annoyance.
After Marco took my virginity, we both passed the hell out. I did, at least. The last thing I remember was his body on top of mine. I woke to him kissing me the next morning. All had been fine until he got a look at the sheets and turned into a drama king.
There had been a few drops of blood, and I was sore, but it was a good sore. Which I told him twenty times. He hasn’t had sex with me since. Anytime I do try to lead us that way, he goes down on me until I can’t take it. I didn’t know one could orgasm to the point of begging someone to stop.
“Let me see.” He spreads my thighs apart.
“Shut up.” I laugh. “You had your face down there an hour ago, you've seen it all. It’s fine.” I turn to straddle him. “Marco.” I run my finger down his jaw. He hasn’t shaved, and I love the roughness of his short beard.
“Promised it wouldn’t hurt again. I think a few more days and—”
I put my hand over his mouth. “No, you big bully. I’m not made of glass. You’re not gonna break me.” I drop my hand and go for his pants. I'm not waiting another damn second to have him inside me again. Although I love his mouth on me, I need all of him again.
“Bully?”
“I don’t know,” I mutter. I can’t explain this need I have for him to be back inside of me. Is it the fact he won’t do it or is it something else? It has to be something else.