Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
"You'll like the pleasure too, mio sole," I purr, gathering her long hair up in a loose fist to tip her head back. I drag her bottom lip through my teeth, smiling when she shivers in my arms. "Are you ready to take more?"
"Y-yes."
"Do it. Slow, this time, Finley. Torture me with that sweet cunt before you take me to heaven with it."
"Domani," she moans, her eyes darkening. She does as she's told, though, slowly sliding down on me. She takes me inch by inch, dragging it out until I'm ready to snap. It's exquisite torture, the kind of heaven a man like me won't ever deserve. But I'll fight like hell to keep it anyway.
She moans as she takes me, her head thrown back and her mouth parted in bliss. She's a vision of ecstasy, so goddamn beautiful I can't take my eyes off her. If anyone is out here, I know they can't either. But they can't see anything except her face and the tops of her breasts bobbing out of the water. The rest of her is hidden from view. I feel her, though, every inch of her body gliding against me as she takes me deeper and then deeper still.
By the time her ass comes to rest against my thighs, I'm not sure which of us is closer to breaking. Me? Her? Both of us? The need to move, to fuck and take and consume is overwhelming.
"Please," she sobs, clawing at my shoulders. She draws blood. I fucking love it.
"What do you want, tesoro? What do you need?"
"I need you to fuck me."
"No."
She sobs wordlessly, clawing me again. Drawing blood again.
"You know what I want, Finley."
"M-my soul."
"Yes." I smile. "But your secrets will do for now. What were you dreaming about in the car?"
"You."
"Mmm. What was I doing to you? Why were you saying my name?"
"This," she gasps. "You were doing this."
"Talking to you?"
"Fucking me. You were fucking me!" she shouts, lightning crackling in her eyes. "You slipped into my bed, put your hand over my mouth, and took what you wanted. And I loved it!"
There it is. The truth we've both been denying all goddamn day. Part of me wanted to take her…and part of her knows she would have let me. It's twisted and fucked up and wrong on every level there is. But it's what's been festering under the surface since she woke up in my bed.
She isn't afraid of me because her soul recognizes mine. I took her from her uncle because mine recognizes hers. We're two sides of the same coin, and that coin was forged under the cover of night.
I'm the thing monsters fear, hunting men like my father, those who take what they want and leave destruction in their wake. But for her? I'm no better than he is. She's a survivor, refusing to bend to men like her uncle, those who love the pain they cause. But for me? She'd surrender and love every minute of it.
We crave the same twisted thing—the one goddamn thing we shouldn't. Whatever that says about us, it's out in the open now. And there's no taking it back. I'm not sure I would even if I could. I'll bare my soul to this girl, let her see every ugly corner. It won't change a damn thing. When the dust settles, she'll still be mine.
I know because she's here right now, wrapped around my cock and writhing.
She's mine. I know it. She knows it. The fucking universe knows it.
I press my lips to her ear, giving her my truth. "I wouldn't have had to tie you to your bed to keep you there, Finley. When I was taking what I wanted, hell itself wouldn't have dragged you from my arms."
She cries out, her cunt clenching around my cock. I lift her off and then drop her. The water splashes around us. Her moan ripples through the clearing. I do it again and then again.
"Fuck." I drag my lips down her throat. "We may not leave this spring today, mio sole. I don't want to leave your body."
"Then don't. Stay inside me until I can't remember what it feels like not to have you in me, Domani. Stay right here forever."
Forever. Now she's speaking my language.
I chase her lips with mine, pulling her into a deep, languid kiss. We fuck the same way, deep, lazily. As if we've got all day. I take my fucking time learning her body, what makes her shake, what makes her beg. She comes for me again and again, moaning, pleading, screaming.
When I know she can't take much more, I give her what she really wants. I clamp my hand down over her mouth and take what I want. I fuck her hard, pounding into her as she claws and fights, pretending like she wants to get away. We both know it's only an act, though. Every time she starts to slip from my arms, she flings herself back into them, as desperate to remain in them as I am to keep her there.