Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
He crawls up my body, his eyes locked on mine. He doesn't stop until his big body covers mine again, shutting out everything but him and the stark need swirling through his eyes.
"I'm so fucking in love with you," he mumbles with a shake of his head. His forehead touches mine briefly, a shaky exhale leaving his lips. "God, Mila. You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?" One of his hands slides down my side and then around my hip. He lifts my leg, allowing himself to slip between my thighs.
I gasp when his cock bumps against my clit, but he doesn't push inside me. Not yet. He just rests there, watching me. Always watching me.
"I never wanted this before you," he says, raining kisses across my face again. His breath washes across my skin, all mint and beer and him. That sweetness I can't get enough of. "I never wanted much of anything before you." His teeth nip at my earlobe and then scrape down my neck. "But I wanted you the minute I saw you. And every minute since then, I've only wanted you more."
I cry out when he bites my neck, marking me again. He's always marking me, making sure I know who I belong to. Making sure everyone knows who I belong to. Like there's any doubt about that. I'm his. Since the day I walked into the dorm room and saw him standing there, I've been his. I tried to deny it. I tried to fight it. We both did. But we were always going to end up right here, just like this. It was inevitable. We were inevitable.
He moves down my body, pulling first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He sucks and bites them until I'm a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him. And then he moves on, nipping and biting my abdomen. His tongue dips into my belly button, his stubble scratching across my skin.
He talks to me the whole time, telling me how much he wants me. How much he needs me. He tells me that I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and that I take his breath away. And then his mouth is on my pussy, and he's taking my breath away again. Stealing it from me as he makes love to me with his wicked tongue.
I moan and cry out, clenching and unclenching my fists. Sweat breaks out across my body, my temperature rising higher and higher as he slowly pushes me up a cliff. He takes his time, licking up every drop I give him until I can't tell where I end, and he begins.
I come hard, crying out his name. My heart races, and waves of ecstasy break me open, scattering me to the winds. He picks up each piece, putting me back together with sweet words and steady hands.
"Just like fucking peaches," he murmurs, staring down at me with a wicked smile on his face when I finally come back to myself. He throws my leg over his hip again and pushes his way inside me. His head kicks back, a loud growl echoing around the room when he's all the way in, so deep I know I'm still going to feel him tomorrow.
"Mila," he moans. "God, baby." His body practically vibrates as he fights himself, trying to stay in control. To take me slow and gentle like he wants to do. But that isn't us. That isn't him, and I don't want slow and gentle. I want him, exactly like he is.
"Let go," I whisper, running my hands up and down his back. I drag my nails against his skin, not scratching and clawing like normal, but letting him know that I'm right here with him.
I tilt my hips upward, pushing him in a little further until the tip of his cock hits my cervix, and I'm teetering on that razor's edge between pleasure and pain again. It's that place only he takes me to. The one that I fucking live and breathe for.
"Fuck," he growls when I clench my inner muscles around him. His eyes meet mine again, and warmth shoots through me at the look there. He's stripped raw, completely bare to me. Everything he feels for me is right there, burning so brightly in his eyes that it sears me.
"I love you, Roman," I whisper.
My words unravel him completely, fraying away the thin ropes of control that held him in check. He cries out, grasps my hip tightly, and begins to move.
Powerful thrusts send the bed into motion below me. It rocks back and forth as he takes me as hard as ever, striking so deeply, each wicked thrust has me clawing at his back and screaming his name. If my rib hurts, I don't notice. I don't notice anything except him and the way he makes love to me, embedding himself so deeply into my psyche, I know I'll remember this moment when I'm old and gray and dying. I'll remember him forever.