Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
In what neither of us believed we’d ever have, but we’d found in each other.
We became this writhing, thrashing, undulating thing.
Liquid.
One.
No separation.
Nothing to keep us apart.
Not even his past that hovered at the fringes of the room, phantoms that waited for the moment they would consume.
I wanted to possess him the way he possessed me, and I lifted to meet his hips with each desperate thrust, fully giving myself to him with every pitch of my body.
“Milo,” I rasped.
“It’s only the beginning, Tessa. You understand, baby? You’re mine now.”
Pleasure flickered at the edges of my sight, and it only grew brighter with each jut of his hips.
He angled back onto his knees, changing position.
He rubbed his thumb over my clit.
“So good. So good,” I mumbled frantically because oh, my God, it was.
“Told you I was gonna take care of you, Little Dove. You get it easy this once.”
I probably shouldn’t shout how much I really loved that idea.
He drove deeper, harder, faster.
And it all became so intense.
Blinding.
This bliss that built.
It rushed and gathered.
A swarm of ecstasy.
A buzz of rapture.
Beautiful in a way that infiltrated my chest and seeped into my spirit.
Acute.
Profound.
Exquisite.
I gasped and whimpered and begged in the moments before I split.
One second later, I shattered.
Broke apart in the safety of his arms.
Milo had it all wrong when it came to him and me. There were no gilded cages. No clipping of my wings.
Because he touched me, and I soared.
Flew.
He and I together?
We were free.
I trembled all around him as the orgasm barreled through me.
An obliteration.
A detonation.
Every cell slayed.
Complete, blissed-out rubble.
Milo jerked as he came, every muscle in his rugged, gorgeous body flexing as he grunted my name.
We led each other through.
Rocked and shivered in this glorious aftermath.
We slowed as the sensation ebbed, both of us twitching and shaking.
He shifted us onto our sides so we were facing each other in the lapping night.
Everything had grown so still.
Like the earth had been set to pause to honor this moment.
His gaze moved over my face, taking in my expression, his fingertips tender as he ran them down the angle of my jaw. “You believe in me, Little Dove?”
The pain in his voice brought tears to my eyes.
I nodded against his pillow, and I scratched my nails into his beard.
“Yes, Milo, I do.”
THIRTY-ONE
MILO
Darkness swathed the room in shadows.
Ocean eyes gazed at me through them.
A thousand currents.
Unfound depths.
Belief.
Trust.
Love.
My chest tightened as I held her in my arms. Our limbs were tangled, our breaths slowed but jagged as we floated through the type of tranquility I wasn’t meant to possess.
“I believe in you,” she whispered that time as she dragged her fingers through my beard, riding down until they were playing over the designs on my chest.
Tiny Tease tapping out a love song that was supposed to have no beginning but begged for no end.
Wanted to give it to her.
All of it.
All of me.
Always.
I curled my arm tighter around her, breathing out a sigh as I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s been a long time since someone has.”
The softest smile played over her lips that were swollen from my kisses. I couldn’t do anything but trace it with my finger.
“I think your mom has always believed in you.”
Affection tugged at my insides. “Yeah, guess she has, hasn’t she?”
“Mm-hmm, she sees just how incredible you are.”
A grin pulled to one side of my mouth, this feeling too light as I held Tessa in the darkness. “Think she might be biased.”
“I think she knows exactly what she’s talking about.” An easy playfulness edged her words.
“Hmm…I’m thinking someone else might be a little biased, too.” My fingers threaded through those fiery locks of red.
Tessa all but grinned. “Well, I guess someone did knock me out with his giant cock.”
A surprised chuckle raked free as my brows shot toward the ceiling. “Knocked you out, huh?”
She nodded emphatically. “Oh, yeah. TKO. I’m done for. I might not have my faculties about me any longer. There’ll be no thinking straight from here on out.”
Air puffed from my nose. “I hope you know what you’re doing. That all of this isn’t about me blowing your mind with my dick.”
Tried to keep that light, too, but the words were rough.
“I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Her fingers kept exploring, tracing the lines of my tattoos, before she was running her fingertips over the word stamped on my side.
Gore.
It stood out over the rest, right over that deep scar on my side.
“What does this mean?” she whispered, in tune with me and already sure it held significance.
A tremble rocked down my spine, my mouth going dry.
Tessa leaned up a little bit. “You can trust me, Milo. I already told you there is nothing you could have done in your past that would make me stop believing in you. Make me stop loving you.”