Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
His cock instantly tented in his pants. That was one request he couldn’t refuse her.
He waved for her to follow.
Truth was, he didn’t want to be away from her for a second. Not after everything that had gone down. As long as she was close, he’d protect her with his life. No one considered she was such a high-priority target.
Once in the bathroom, he began to strip off his clothes, removing his holsters and tugging off his t-shirt. She came in and hopped up to sit on the bathroom counter, watching him.
“This is honestly the biggest bathroom I’ve ever seen,” she said. “I bet you could fit a dozen people in that shower.”
“Or two.”
He approached her, standing between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, threading her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. He groaned.
“When I’m alone with you, nothing else seems to matter,” she said.
He kissed her, savoring the fact they were alone together. He cupped her ass, pulling her to the edge of the counter. Her soft curves were addicting.
She wriggled against his hard cock. “Shouldn’t we wash up first?”
Right, it had been one hell of a night. He reluctantly pulled away and finished undressing. He turned on the shower and waited for Cleo to start stripping out of her clothes.
He watched as she slowly took off layer by layer, teasing and taunting. She’d become comfortable being naked around him, which was a good thing because he loved her body.
“I wish we could run away and forget the whole world,” she said.
His heart broke for her. She wasn’t used to his world of violence and sin. Her father was a disappointment and keeping her alive was a full-time job. He could understand how she felt, of wanting to forget it all and just know peace. It was what he wanted to give her, and he would, one way or another.
He held her in his arms, kissing her atop the head. “Let me do the worrying.”
They stepped into the shower, and he closed the glass door. The warm water rained down on them. He cupped her face and kissed her, their lips mingling with the water. Tonight, he’d make her forget her own name. Priest reached for the soap and began to wash her, allowing all the memories of today to circle down the drain. When he cupped her pussy with his soapy hand, her body jolted, and she hissed between her teeth.
They made brief eye contact, one of need and the promise of pleasure.
He spun her around, placing her hands on the far wall. “Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear. He followed with his tongue, teasing her erogenous zone. Priest began to shampoo her hair, allowing his hands to roam around to cup her breasts. He simultaneously washed himself, then let the water rinse them both clean. “I like you like this.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
He reached up and ran his hands down her arms, smoothing them down her sides, finally reaching around to circle her clit. She leaned her head back against his chest, but when she attempted to take her hands off the wall, he scolded her.
Priest continued to toy with her clit, using the other hand to squeeze her juicy ass. He used one finger to caress her asshole. She gasped, looking up at him.
“Did you like that? Do you want my cock in there too?”
Over and over, he circled her clit until her knees weakened, her hands slipping from the wall. “Yes…” The sound was all sex, throaty, and wanton.
He spun her around, hoisting her wet body up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips as they kissed, devouring each other. All the fucking stress had bottled him up tight. Now he was going to let loose on Cleo’s body.
“I need you,” he said. It wasn’t a lie. Not only did he want to be inside her, but he’d almost lost her today. She could have been killed or even chosen to take Boss up on his offer. But she’d chosen him, and she was here, safely in his arms.
He ran the head of his cock along her slit, up and down, not breaking their kiss. She moaned into his mouth. “Please, Priest.”
He groaned, unable to refuse her. As soon as he’d aligned himself, he impaled her slick pussy with his cock, filling her to the brink. She cried out, pure passion, the sound drowned out by the static of the water. Her arms cradled his neck as he used her thighs to support her weight. He fucked her in slow, deep thrusts, taking his time, savoring her tight cunt.
Cleo sucked on his neck, licking a trail along his tattoos. He fucked her harder, faster, trying to block out everything except the moment they were in. How had he fallen so hard for her? Would he be able to keep her safe forever?