Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 167759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
My balls draw tight; I’m close to coming, and though the room is cool, my skin feels as though it’s been pierced by a million hot pins, the sensation of fire expanding under my skin. I crave this release, but I don’t give in. Not at the sight of her naked and on her knees. Not as her gaze meets mine full of heat and unspoken promises. Not as her languid gaze grows dark, her mouth full of me. Because I need more.
‘Venez ici. Come here.’ It takes every grain of my restraint to encourage her to leave me with those few remaining brain cells. I pull her up, pull her mouth from me as she tightens her lips, releasing me with a smacking kiss.
I waste no time pressing her back against the bed as, between us, we work off the rest of my clothing. Her hands reach for my shoulders as I press myself between her legs.
‘I want to feel you, skin to skin,’ I whisper, pressing kisses to the silken column of her throat as my fingers find her still plump and swollen. ‘I want to feel you pulsing around me.’
‘Yes. Let’s do it,’ she whispers, her hips tilting in invitation. ‘Let’s have babies. Let’s have dozens of them.’
I halt, my brain lagging behind my willing body. Before I’ve even processed her response, she begins to shake under me.
‘God, your face,’ she laughs. ‘You looked like you were mentally reciting a pros and cons list.’
‘You . . .’ I narrow my eyes, unable to complete the rest of that sentence without spoiling everything. You are exceptional. I don’t care who you are, and I don’t care the lies I’ll have to tell to keep you here.
‘Are joking!’ she brings her hands to her face, finishing for me. ‘And I’m on the pill. I don’t sleep around.’ Do you? Her enquiry goes unspoken, but I hear it anyway.
‘The last woman I slept with was you.’
And then there are no more words as I kiss her again, her hand reaching between us to feed me inside. The sensation is sublime, her soft slickness cradling me. I grit my teeth against the sudden desire to give in, to let her pull me under, my eyes rolling closed. As I fight the moment, I almost miss her reaction. Which would’ve been a shame worth crying over as she inhales a sharp breath, her words falling in a rush as she adjusts to my thickness.
‘I forgot how big you are.’
‘You’re about to get a reminder.’ I almost smirk, reining it in at the last minute for a modest smile. ‘Feel free to tell me how big my cock is anytime.’
As she giggles. Oh, mon Dieu, the sensation.
‘I’ve been dreaming of this since our first time.’ Unable to resist, I rotate my hips, my pelvis brushing her slickly swollen clit. As I pull back almost to the tip, she makes the most wonderful sound, her pussy clenching around my retreat, her hands tightening on my shoulders as though she fears I might remove myself completely.
As if that is even possible.
‘Mon Dieu,’ I growl. ‘You are perfect.’ My hand skates down her body and behind her knee, her body opening for me like a hothouse flower.
‘Oh, Remy, that . . . that feels so good.’
At her tone, my brain all but shuts down. I’m almost certain my eyes roll back in my head as her hot walls squeeze me again, a throbbing sensory memory of our first night. The night where it all began. I might have released her from my arms. I might’ve climbed out of her bed. I might then have turned my face from her, but she never once left my head.
My body undulates against hers, and she is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen as she writhes against me, taking her relief. I slide out and push back in, rotate my hips, then repeat the process until she’s whimpering. I begin to drive inside her again and again until her whimpers turn to cries, her fingers beginning to score the skin of my back in a kind of torturous encouragement. Unable to get close enough, I cup her backside in my hands as I whisper a liturgy of filth in her ear. I feel the moment when it arrives, the moment her world comes undone, her pussy bleeding me of all I am worth. And, my God, that isn’t very much as everything narrows, leaving us just thig. My movements are frantic as I try to fuck my madness and possession into her. I want to be deep inside her, own her. Leave my mark. I want to keep fucking her until all that remains are our empty husks. The intensity builds with the collision of skin, growing and expanding until there is nothing but this—this moment.