Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 129681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
He dropped to an elbow, and his other hand spread over my shoulder. He drew the fabric of my dress down to expose my left breast.
I heaved a gasp.
The heavens rumbled and flashed.
Need streaked, and Jud kissed me deeper as he kneaded my breast. I whimpered when he pinched my hardened nipple.
Jud moaned as his tongue stroked deep into my mouth, his other hand fisted up in my hair as he demanded my kiss.
He tugged my head back, and he kissed along my jaw, my chin, my throat, right down to the hammer of my heart. Then his mouth was taking the place of his fingers, and he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth before he bit down with his teeth.
A groan bumbled in my throat, mixed with a desperate, “Yes.”
“I have you,” he grunted at the heated flesh. He eased back to blow on the sensitive skin then he edged back onto his knees and drove his hands under my dress.
It pushed the fabric the rest of the way around my waist.
He ripped my underwear down my legs.
Hot and cold clashed.
The cool of the wind that blustered through and the fire that burned my blood.
Heavy clouds enclosed and veiled the moon.
Darkness eclipsed.
Recklessness obliterated all reason.
The only thing in this moment that mattered was this man.
Jud jerked through the button and zipper on his jeans, and he shoved them around his thighs.
I gulped at the sight.
The man so big.
So massive.
So intimidating.
So right.
He climbed back over me.
I felt delirious.
Fevered.
Frantic, he drove two fingers deep inside me, murmured, “Magic.”
Dizziness barreled through, my lungs heaving to find air, but the only thing they found was the sanctuary of the man.
Citrus and spice. A warm fall night.
I lifted my hips, our movements frenzied and rushed as he situated himself between my thighs. Our bodies begged. Heaving and straining to reach the other.
He gathered me up, curled an arm under my back, and pulled my face closer to his.
He brought us nose to nose. “Tell me you want this, Salem.”
“If you don’t touch me, I’ll stab you.” I managed the choked, desperate tease.
Jud chuckled a low growl. “There’s my girl.”
My girl. My girl.
The softest smile curled my mouth as I watched him dig into his pocket then rush to cover himself with a condom.
Quick to come back to me.
While I wished this was more than a fantasy. More than a dream.
I could already feel my heart being crushed, knowing it couldn’t last.
I also knew the pain would be worth it to live here for a little while.
He smiled back.
So tender.
So sweet.
Then I whimpered when I felt the blunt head of him pushing at my center. As the man burned between my thighs, as he slowly, slowly, nudged himself deeper.
Thunder cracked.
The sky opened up and began to pour.
Tears filled my eyes again.
Pleasure and pain.
Pleasure and pain.
The man so big I felt him in a way I’d never felt another in my entire life.
As if I were whole. Real. This man a true part of me.
My legs dropped open wide to make room for him, and the air raked from my lungs as he filled me full.
Jud’s jaw clenched, and he dropped his forehead to mine and muttered, “Darlin’.”
He mumbled it like praise.
“Take me.” I demanded it.
He angled back and greed flashed in those dark, dark eyes.
He pulled out then slammed back home.
A rasp rocked from my lungs, and my shoulders bowed from the earth, every part of me arching to join with him.
“Fuck, baby…my sweet enchantress, what have you done to me?”
One hand fisted in my hair as the other fisted at my hip. He picked up a rough, jagged rhythm.
Deep.
Obliteration.
Jud fucked me hard.
In the way I knew that he would. As if he would own every cell. Every piece. Overtake the places I couldn’t let him go.
Too big. Too much.
Never enough.
My hips began to meet him thrust for thrust, and my hands slipped under his shirt, clawing at the muscles of his back, desperate to find a way in, too.
Where his secrets lived and mine wept.
Where there wasn’t a day in our pasts that mattered except for the ones we could live together.
Whimpers fell from my mouth, “I need you.”
“You have me,” he grunted through the pouring rain, through the drive of his body, as he wound us into a frenzy that I was sure neither of us would survive.
Flames.
Friction.
It burned and lapped.
He thrust his big body into mine.
Faster. Harder. Deeper. More.
Pleasure gathered from the ends of the earth, poured down with the rain, sprung up from the ground below, gathered in that broken place.
Then it split.
Broke apart in a thousand glittering lights.
Bliss streaked.
The brittle pieces where I’d held myself together fractured and fell.
Light and darkness blinded my eyes while the man seeped deeper.
Body and spirit and soul.
He rocked and grunted and thrust, met me where I fell apart, a roar coming from his mouth when he came.