Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and when she looks up at me, there’s a vulnerability in her eyes that hits me straight in the chest. She’s perfect. Too perfect.
I pull her up, kiss her hard, and lay her down in front of the fire, the soft glow of the flames casting a golden hue over her skin. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I her body slowly, savoring every inch of her skin, every soft moan that escapes her lips.
Her breasts are perfect, full, and her nipples harden under my touch as I take one into my mouth, sucking gently. Her body arches against me, her hands gripping my shoulders as I slide my hand between her legs. She’s wet. So fucking wet.
“Cade,” she whispers, her voice trembling, and I pause, my fingers stilling just as I’m about to slide them inside her.
“What is it, baby?” I ask, my voice soft, though my body screams for her.
She hesitates, her cheeks flushing even deeper. “I’ve... I’ve never done this before,” she admits, her voice barely audible. “I’m a virgin.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I freeze, my mind racing as I process what she’s just said. She’s a virgin. Innocent. Pure. And here I am, ready to take her without a second thought.
I pull back slightly, brushing her hair from her face, my heart pounding. “Lena,” I murmur, my voice softer now. “Let’s take our time.”
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty, but there’s still that hunger there. She wants this. She wants me. But I won’t take her innocence like this—not without knowing she’s sure.
I hold her close, letting the fire warm us both as I calm the ache inside me. She’s special. She’s more than just a fleeting desire, and now, knowing she’s never done this before makes me want to protect her even more.
We’ll get there. When the time’s right, I’ll make her mine completely.
five
CADE
The rain outside has finally slowed, but inside, the heat between us is still intense. Lena’s warm body is tucked against mine, her soft curves pressing into me as we lay tangled in the blankets on the floor. Every inch of me aches to pull her closer, to never let her go. I tasted her sweet pussy, but God I want more. All of her.
I brush my fingers along her arm, tracing the curve of her shoulder, the delicate line of her collarbone. Her skin is like silk under my fingertips, smooth and warm, and I can’t help but let my hands wander, caressing her more sensually now, wanting to feel every part of her.
She shivers at my touch, her breath catching as I dip my head to kiss her neck, my lips grazing her skin. She arches into me, her body responding to my every move, and it sends a surge of heat straight through me.
“Cade,” she whispers, her voice soft, filled with something vulnerable and real. “Have we waited long enough?”
I laugh, pulling back slightly, looking into her eyes. She’s watching me, her gaze open and trusting, and it makes my heart twist. I can feel the weight of what we’re about to do hanging between us, heavy and dangerous. And yet, I’ve never wanted anything more.
I run my hand slowly up her side, letting my fingers brush against the curve of her breast, feeling her body react to me. “Lena,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”
She smiles, a soft, knowing smile that makes my chest ache. “Good,” she whispers, her hand sliding down my stomach, teasing me in a way that makes it impossible to think straight. “Because you’ve been driving me crazy since the moment we met.”
I chuckle softly, but there’s an edge to it. This isn’t just lust. Something that makes me want to protect her, take care of her, keep her close. My hand moves lower, caressing her hip, her thigh, feeling the way her body trembles under my touch. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed, and it’s terrifying to realize just how much I want her.
She’s quiet for a moment, her fingers stilling on my chest as she looks at me with those deep, soulful eyes.
“Tell me more about you,” I say.
She sighs, looking at me with that soft smile of hers. “Hmm. Well, in the city, I work from home, running social media accounts for local businesses. I went to school for marketing … but it’s not enough. I want more than a job. I want a purpose.”
I take in her words. “I feel the same. I worked for my dad’s finance firm. Corporate benefits and good pay, but being out here, I feel alive.”
“What do you want in life?” she asks softly.
My chest tightens with the weight of her question. “I want simple things. A wife. A family. Peace. Happiness,” I admit, my voice raw. “You.”