Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Based on nothing more than my brutal need to bury myself inside her slick heat, I thought she should have been terrified. I licked my lips, guilt slashing me as I glanced at her neck. “I won’t bite you again though. I promise.”
“Okay,” she whispered, shimmying her pants down another inch.
Blood thundered in my ears as she came perilously close to revealing herself completely.
“Last chance,” she murmured.
She could have stood there, holding my gaze, until we both wasted away into the Earth and I never would have said the word stop.
Her smile grew, and then brazen and beautiful as only Thea could be, she dropped her pants to the floor.
Oh, fuck me. Her pussy was bare. Oh, fucking fuck me.
A growl rumbled in my chest.
Do not be rough.
Do not be rough.
Do not be…
I charged forward, our bodies colliding only a split second before our mouths. Her hands went straight into the back of my hair while our tongues tangled in a fiery reunion.
She moaned down my throat when I palmed her round ass. And then she climbed my body, linking her legs around my hips, pinning my straining erection between us.
“Thea,” I groaned, using her ass to slide her up and down my length. Fuck, why was I still wearing boxers? I set her on the edge of the bed, planting my hands on either side of her head when I followed her down, frantic to keep our mouths fused.
Our teeth clanked, sweet pain pinching at my bottom lip when it became trapped between them. With a frenzied slant, she took the kiss deeper, sealing her mouth under mine, air and breathing becoming an afterthought.
Her tongue swirled and she rolled her hips in the same rhythm. Each time she found friction against my hard length, her whimpers crashed into my groans, creating an erotic symphony of lust and longing.
“Off,” she ordered, sitting up and tugging at my boxers, all the while shifting her focus to my neck.
My head fell back and I panted up at the ceiling as she licked and teased her way up to my ear.
“You’re mine, Ramsey. You can try to fight me. You can hate me. You can lie to yourself for the rest of your life.” She raked her fingernails down my abs before diving into the front of my boxers and wrapping her palm around my shaft. “But wherever you are, however long you are there, you are always mine.” She punctuated it with a hard pull that weakened my knees.
This. Fucking. Woman.
It had been eighteen years since I first saw her at the base of that tree.
And she was right. She had owned me every day since. Maybe that was why I’d never been able to convince her to leave. She wasn’t my Sparrow to free.
I was hers.
Feelings far more dense than sexual desire splintered inside me, making my hands rougher than I intended as I pushed her flat on her back.
She cried out as I hunched over her and sucked at her nipple while I shoved my boxers down.
I wanted to do a dozen things to that woman. Lick and explore her every curve. Taste her. Kiss her. Memorize her. But that could wait.
Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I spread her wide. My stomach tightened as I stared down at her fucking glistening and ready. I trailed my finger up her opening, spreading her wet over her clit.
She threw her head back. “Oh, God, Ramsey.”
I repeated the process. “If I’ve always been yours, Thea. What does that make you?”
“Yours.”
My cock twitched in jealousy as I dipped my finger inside her tight heat. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. Even when you didn’t want me to be.”
My eyes jumped to hers and something deep inside me stirred. It was the truth, the dark and dirty truth I’d been wearing like a straitjacket for my soul. “There was never a day when I didn’t want you to be mine, Sparrow. I just loved you enough to hope you wouldn’t have to be.”
The color drained from her face, but I was done talking.
With devastating control, I entered her slow and steady. A growl ripped from my throat and her mouth formed the most incredible O as I disappeared inside her.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasped, raking my teeth over her calf when I bottomed out.
I told myself I was giving her a second to adjust, but that breather was as much for me as it was for her. I’d only been inside her once, and while I’d tried to cling to those memories each time I wrapped my hand around my shaft, it was only similar in the sense that my cock was involved.
She was so damn perfect—tight and hot.
But most of all, she was perfect because she was Thea.
Finally.
I forced myself to start short and shallow. But each time she moaned my name, the urge to claim her grew.