Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 98112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Her flush deepens. “The one at the restaurant did, too. I just felt so vulnerable afterward, I had to say something to level the playing field.”
“So you can’t give yourself better?”
“Goodness, no. Then again, I’m sure it’s because you surpass any silly fantasy I might dream up. You’re real.”
I reach for a condom above her head. “I am. And so is my need. For the record, princess? I have a feeling you’re about to unravel me in a way I’ve never experienced. It’s terrifying. And I stopped giving a fuck a while ago.”
“Xavian…” Her face softens as she sits up, presumably to comfort me.
I loom over her body and push her flat again, then rip into the foil packet. “You really trying to make me feel better?”
“Of course.” She caresses my chest as I roll on the condom.
Once I’m finished, I link her fingers with mine. Then I do the same with the other hand, urge both above her head, and slide my cock against her wet opening. “Or hoping to undo me?”
Corinne bites her lip. The excitement that lights her eyes tells me she loves that idea. “Maybe a little.”
“You want power over me.”
She shakes her head. “I want to matter to you.”
“You do.” God help me, too fucking much.
I’ve already said more than I should, so I cover her lips with mine, penetrating her mouth as I nudge my crest inside her opening.
Beneath me, she tenses. I hear her, breathing hard. With excitement? In panic?
It’s going to hurt me if she tells me what I don’t want to hear, but… “Are you sure about this?”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. I want you.”
I close my eyes in both relief and torment. I’m fucking glad, but I’m like an addict about to stick a needle into my vein. I know it will probably be my ruin, but the high will be so worth it.
“Squeeze my hands and keep your thighs spread.”
Corinne nods, her stare clinging. I’m going to cause her pain before I make her feel all kinds of good, and she’s still looking at me like I’m her salvation. It feeds something bent in me.
Every instinct I have yells at me to thrust deep and claim her in one unrelenting stroke. Instead, I ease inside her inch by torturously slow inch, pushing through her barrier.
She yelps, eyes widening, and tries to squirm away. I hold her still with my body and press forward. “Deep breaths.”
Corinne complies, then exhales with a little whine, her face twisting. “It stings and burns.”
“I know.” And I can’t stop it. “I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t apologize. Just give me more.”
Did I hear that right? “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Because it’s you. And I want to get to the good part.”
“It’s all going to be good in just a minute. Breathe again.”
She exhales, releasing some of her tension.
“Good. Hold on to me.” I tighten my grip on her hands. As she squeezes back, I brace myself and surge inside her, sinking down in one slick, snug, shocking glide to the hilt.
And I let out a long groan that blends with hers.
Holy shit. Mind blown.
Corinne feels custom-made for me. Way better than any woman in memory. Even better than my fantasy.
Perfect.
“Oh, princess.” I grind into her as deep as I can and toss back my head. A shudder slides through me.
“That feels”—her breath catches—“good.”
Huge fucking understatement. Fire ignites my veins. I’ve never felt desire this urgent. And when she tilts her hips up, I slide even deeper and discover another layer of pleasure. The insane sensation has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I need more of her.
Squeezing her hands, I draw back, then tunnel my way into her again. Pleasure burns even hotter, scorching through my veins to every corner in my body. My bones threaten to melt. An inferno settles low and deep—a greedy, consuming lust I can’t ignore or fight.
Under me, she wraps her legs around me, rocking to my rhythm and rising up to meet every thrust with a breathy cry that only jacks up my desire more. My skin sizzles. Climax is coming fast, its anticipation a burn so sweet I can taste it.
Fuck, I have to get control of myself. I refuse to be the only one swallowed up by this passion.
I focus on her reactions so I can undo her until she screams out my name in surrender. But watching her face while I fuck her with one deep, relentless stroke after another only unwinds me faster. Corinne is a visual temptation I can’t resist. Her sooty lashes flutter over dilated eyes, soft with need above her flushed cheeks. Her plump lips part, seemingly swollen and bruised from my kisses. She pants and wails. The sounds hang in the air, buzz in my ears, and fray the tenuous hold on my self-control.