Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
"You aren't coming again until I'm inside you," he growls, lifting me higher up the bed. "And you aren't doing that until this pretty little dress is on the floor where it belongs. Tell me how to get it off."
"Laces," I gasp. "Up the back."
He flips me over, quietly examining the laces before he gently pulls, unraveling them. The bodice falls forward, pinned between my body and the bed.
"Now, the skirt."
"Hooks at the waist."
It takes him a little bit longer this time, but he finds the hooks pinning the skirt to the bodice and fumbles them loose, allowing him to slip the skirt down my body. Once it's gone, I expect him to roll me back over, but he crawls on top of me instead, seaming his body to mine.
His erection slips between my legs from behind, the head pressing against my clit. He holds me right there with a hand on my shoulder as he grinds against me, sliding his cock between my folds again and again.
His lips run all over the back of my neck, his breath pelting me.
"I should take you just like this," he mutters. "That way you can bite the pillow when I'm fucking my way into your soul."
"You're already there."
He goes completely still. For a five count, he doesn't even breathe. And then he flips me again. Those piercing green eyes come into focus, blazing with emotion.
"You shouldn't have told me that, angel baby," he says, his voice somber.
"W-why not?"
"Because you'll never get rid of me now."
"What if I don't want to get rid of you."
"Don't say it unless you mean it, Makenzie."
My heart races, fear threatening to close my throat. But I fight through it, refusing to run now. We've come this far. I'm seeing this through all the way to the end.
"I love you, Zion."
"Jesus."
"You made it impossible not to love you."
"Stop talking."
"I might mess it up. I probably will mess it up. But I want everything you'll give me." I swallow hard. "No returns, refunds, or exchanges."
He growls my name, falling on top of me. His mouth slants down over mine, his kiss punishing as he lines up at my entrance. I moan against his lips, tasting myself on him.
He surges forward, claiming what's his. He isn't gentle. I don't want him to be. I'm not delicate. I'm not fragile. And this man knows it. He knows me better than anyone ever has. He doesn't hurt me. He can't. There isn't a single part of him capable of it.
I claw down his back, shouting his name into the room as my barrier gives way, and I become his in every single way. There is no pain. There's only surrender.
He falls still anyway, kissing me again and again and again. As if he can't stop. As if he's breathing his soul into me. I take it, greedy for it. I want to consume him. I want to wreck and ruin and own him.
I want to love him too.
Only when he's sure I'm okay does he start to move. He pulls almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward. We shout together, our sounds mingling as we discover exactly what we were made for. This. Each other. Pleasure.
There's so much of it, I'm not sure I'll survive it as he pounds into him, grunting curses and praise in my ear.
You're such a good fucking girl.
Do you feel that, Makenzie? Do you feel how goddamn good you feel wrapped around me?
Goddamn, angel baby. This tight little pussy.
He growls the last like he's pissed. Like it's my fault he went and got himself addicted. That's his problem. I've got ninety-nine of my own.
I forget every single one of him when he rolls me on top of him and demands that I ride him. Somehow, I work out the mechanics. I lift and drop, taking him deep. He growls and curses, his eyes on fire as he watches his dick disappearing only to reappear covered in me a moment later.
He bucks his hips each time I land on his lap, forcing himself deeper. I scratch down his thighs and stomach, sobbing his name as he pinches my nipples, adding a new level of rapture to my torment.
"You better fucking come," he orders, slipping one hand between our bodies. "I want you dripping all over me, Makenzie."
That's right, he did say he wanted to wear me.
I make every effort to give him exactly what he asked for, riding him harder and faster. Until I feel like I'm flying. He's writhing in torment beneath me, desperate to go over as he pinches my clit, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
I lose the rhythm. I lose my mind.
"I love you," I cry, slamming myself down on him as the first waves crest and I break.
"Makenzie!" My name echoes in the corners as he holds me down on him, bucking his hips. He comes hard, his seed warming me as he spills into me and then trickles out, leaving us a sticky, sweaty mess.