Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
It’s like a switch is flipped in his mind. He shifts his weight onto one of his elbows, then brings his hand up to capture my neck, his fingers barely grazing the column. “You’re pushing me, Angel. If you don’t stop, I’m going to push back.”
I shift my hips upward so he slides deeper into me. “Then push back.”
His hand tightens just barely, but then he sweeps it around to the back of my neck to control my head as his mouth comes down on mine. His kiss is brutal, hard enough that our teeth clash and scrape at my lips. His tongue sweeps in next, taking control, licking at my mouth until I’m panting with my need for him and causing my nails to dig into his back in earnest this time.
When he pulls his face away, I feel my heartbeat in my mouth, my lips tingling from the assault, and fucking hell, I want more.
I try to lean up to get another kiss, but he cups my neck from the back tighter, not allowing me to raise higher. “No. You pushed, and as you requested, it’s my turn to take control.” There’s a deep husky note to his voice that promises punishment. Finally.
Then he shifts back and slams inside me hard enough his cock hits my cervix. I let out a little, “Oh,” and his next thrust is a tiny bit gentler, leaving me gasping as I cling to him. With each new thrust, he wraps his arms tighter around me until he’s clutching me to his chest in a bear hug as he uses his abs to surge into my body.
The position shoots sparks along my nerve endings, and everything tingles. I’m so close to coming, but I need a little bit more friction. I wiggle in his grasp to sink down enough to change the angle. The next thrust hits me exactly where I need, and I groan right in his ear as he pounds me into the mattress.
“Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes,” I say over and over against his neck.
He doesn’t lose his focus, not for a second. Not even when I tumble into my orgasm headfirst while screaming his name.
When I come back into my body, my limbs splayed across the bed, he is still wrapped around me, clutching me to him like a Renaissance sculpture.
I tilt my head to look at his face, which is strained, his forehead bunched up almost in concentration. It hits me that he’s still holding back, even after all that.
I curse and reach around to dig my nails into the firm globe of his ass this time, both encouraging his movements and giving him the barest taste of what he needs.
With a stutter, he slams into me one final time as his breath breaks out of him in a rush. Even his thighs quiver between mine. I can’t help but feel a little proud of myself after that reaction.
“Feel better?” I ask and nibble on his earlobe.
With a huff, he shoves off the bed to get clear of my body. A chill courses over my skin, and I roll to get a look at him.
His back is to me, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s angry right now. “What’s wrong?”
He spins to look at me, his mouth set in a grim line. “You pushed me, and I could have hurt you.”
I stretch, languid and sleepy. “But you didn’t. I’m fine.”
“That’s not the fucking point, Valentina. I told you what I wanted, and you pushed for more until I could do nothing but give it to you.”
Okay. Hold up. I roll to sit on the bed and pull the covers over my nudity. Fighting naked is never fun…unless it’s a game. By the set of his shoulders, games are the last thing on his mind. “You’re mad at me for…what? Seducing you?”
His expression is hard to read. It’s somehow a mix of scorn and anger, but I’m not really sure. Either way, it pisses me off. What we just did is still scorching every inch of my body. In fact, if he didn’t look so mad right now, I’d try to entice him into another round.
I wave at him. “Is this our life now? No more good sex because you’re afraid to hurt me.”
“It’s not that simple.”
I pull the covers tighter against me, and he scans me from my toes poking over the edge of the bed to my rumpled hair. “I’m calling the doctor in to check on you and make sure you weren’t hurt.”
It takes everything in me not to throw the pillows at his face. “Do you want me to clean up first, or are you going to have him examine me with your cum still dripping from my body? While you’re at it, are you going to have him look at the lines I left on your back and your ass? At least those might be considered actual injuries.”