Scarred Promises (Whiskey Men – Wounded Heroes #4) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Thriller Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men - Wounded Heroes Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39424 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
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He puts me down next to the bed and then strips the clothes from my body, kissing every part of me as he exposes it. My whole body is trembling, but I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, wanting him as vulnerable as I feel right now.

He’s cupping my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and I arch my back, wanting more. Before I can stop myself, I moan, “I don’t normally do this.”

He grunts, and I don’t know why it’s important to me that he knows it, but I put my hands on his chest. “Elias. Look at me.”

He lifts his head, and his lips are swollen. “Trust me, I’m looking at you.”

I put my hands on his shoulders. “I…well, I think you should know… I’ve never done this.”

That gets his attention.

He stands up a little taller and puts his hands on each side of my neck. “What are you telling me, Chloe?”

I’m glad the room is mostly dark, because heat fills my face. “I’ve never been with anyone… not like this… and well, I just don’t want you to think I bring random men home from a bar, that’s all.”

He searches my face. “Why me?”

I shrug, afraid to confess the truth.

He brings his hands up from my neck to my cheeks, tilting my head so I have no choice but to look at him. “Tell me.”

I blink. “Because for the first time in my life, I feel alive. It’s the way you look at me, the way you hold my hand, the way you make me feel. I know this may be one night to you, and I understand what I’m getting myself into. But I also know that if I don’t do this, I’ll regret it for all my life. Don’t ask me how, but I just know it.”

He leans his forehead against mine, and with emotion in his voice, he tells me, “I feel the same way too, and I know it’s crazy, but I can see a future with you. This will be more than one night, Chloe. I promise you that. If you want to wait until I get back—”

I cut him off, wrapping my arms around his waist to hold him in place. “No, please, Elias. I want this to happen.”

He trails his finger down my cheek. “I promise to be gentle.”

The sentiment is sweet, but it’s not what I want. “I don’t want gentle.” I swirl my finger around his nipple. “I want to feel how much you want me.”

He groans and lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He lays me back, and I watch as he finishes undressing. As soon as his hard manhood springs free, he has his hand wrapped around his girth.

His eyes travel up my body from toe to head, and I feel it as if he’s caressing me with his hand. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, baby.”

I hold my hands up to him, and he climbs onto the bed, fitting himself between my open legs. His hands slide up my thighs, and when his lips touch me down there, I lift my hips in surprise.

I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never felt anything like this.

He kisses, licks, sucks, and caresses me until I’m soaked and practically begging him for more.

When he climbs up my body, he sheaths himself with a condom, and I feel his manhood nudge at my entrance.

He’s hovering over me. “Eyes on me.”

I lift my eyes, and he must see the fear in them because he’s at my entrance, but he stops moving. Hell, he’s so still as he looks at me, and his voice is gruff. “Tell me you want this.”

I nod, and he shakes his head. “Say it, baby. I need to hear you say it.”

I lift my arms and put my hands on his shoulders. Without any regrets, I tell him, “I want you.”

He shudders with relief, and slowly he lowers himself, pushing deeper inside me.

I’m holding my breath because the intrusion feels huge, and he reminds me to breathe.

I take a deep breath and let it out before planting my feet on the bed and lifting my hips, afraid he’s going to stop.

As if he’s lost all control, he thrusts into me, and I flinch at the pain but recover quickly. He gives me time to adjust, and then he starts to move.

Over and over, in and out, until he takes me to the edge and my toes curl, my body tenses up, and the orgasm shoots through me. With our eyes locked on each other, he doesn’t stop until I'm completely satisfied and my body lies limp as I try to recover.

He stays the night, showing me over and over just how good we are together.

It’s not until he’s gone that I realize his promises are nothing but lies.


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