Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“No way in fucking hell would I ever let you go, Gillian.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him, vulnerability right there at the surface. He cupped her cheek in his hand, tilting her head back an inch more. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
Her breath hitched a bit, and he leaned down and took her mouth in a kiss again.
She felt good in his arms, really fucking good in fact, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go.
I can’t walk away from this again. I can’t hide what I want from her. Everything needs to be out in the open.
But as he thought that, he heard her moans, her increased breathing, and all he could think about was making her feel good.
Once he had claimed her, fucked her, and let her know she was his, David wasn’t going to stop making her see that.
But will she want me when I tell her everything? Will she want me when I reveal my darkest secrets?
She broke the kiss and looked up at him. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet from their kissing. She didn’t say a word.
Finally, she exhaled. “There is a part of me that feels like what we’re doing is wrong, like it’ll all get ruined.” She looked at his lips, and he couldn’t hold back the groan.
He could relate to what she felt. Hell, that was the reason he hadn’t even confessed what he desired with her. “Is this what you want?” He stroked her cheek with his thumb.
She nodded.
“Does it scare you?”
She nodded again.
“And you feel good being up against me?”
She closed her eyes, licked her lips, and whispered, “Yes.”
“Then doesn’t that mean it’s real, that it’s right?”
She opened her eyes again, reached up, and touched his chest right over his heart. “Yes.”
Don’t think about anything else but right now.
He pushed any thoughts out of his head that didn’t focus on this moment, of the woman he loved in front of him. He didn’t stop himself from kissing her again. “How can this be so wrong when it feels so damn good, baby?” he groaned the words against her mouth. “The only thing that matters is us and what we want. No one and nothing else matters.”
“I know, but it’s still scary, David.”
“I know, baby.” He smiled, an act he’d only ever done for her. She was the only person who could make him feel other things aside from the rage, jealousy, and violent energy that consumed him.
He slipped his hand behind her head and gripped the base of her skull. “This can be so damn easy, Gillian.” His mouth was close to hers, but he didn’t lean in that last inch and kiss her.
She stared at him, and he wondered if she’d stop this, common sense kicking in that he’d once been her stepfather, making her realize this wasn’t “right”. But as the seconds ticked by, he realized this couldn’t be stopped by either of them.
And then she slammed her mouth on his, sucked his tongue, and pressed her chest to his. Her breasts were big, round, and his cock gave a mighty jerk. She moaned against his mouth, and he knew she’d felt it, felt his hard length, maybe even getting wetter because of it.
“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Gillian.” He pulled back and looked at her again. “Do you trust me to take care of you?”
Her mouth was parted, her pupils dilated, and when she licked her lips and nodded, he let the beast fully free. He kissed her again and again. Hard, consuming kisses that had her gasping and panting breaths against him.
“I’m so tired of being alone, David,” she murmured against his mouth and kissed him harder, with more desperation.
He knew exactly how she felt.
Their tongues slid along each other frantically, heated, and full of need. He was hard, so fucking hard for her that he had to grind his erection into her belly to ease the ache.
He felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls deep inside of her, but one that told him she was irrevocably his.
He could smell it coming from her, a floral, sweet scent that drove him fucking insane. He was drunk for her, higher than a fucking kite. No woman had ever made him feel this way, and although he’d known she was the only one for him, this moment cemented that fact.
David moved his hand lower until he reached the hem of her shirt. He felt her shiver. But as if she knew he would stop to see if she was okay, she placed her hand over his and urged it up, sliding the material over her belly.
She didn’t stop him and, in fact, arched her back for more.