Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Under my palm, her heart beats like a wild drum. She presses closer, lips sliding across my jaw, and moans.
As I become a part of you…
I shove the words from my mind and focus on dismantling the rest of the buttons. They part for me in a fluid unveiling of skin, sighs, and desire.
After I peel the garment away, I can’t keep my hands off her velvety, cinnamon-freckled skin or lace-covered breasts.
She gasps. I smell her fruity-jasmine scent, which has haunted me for two days. But now there’s something more. Musk. Desire. I can smell her arousal. Because of my coming transition? Or am I simply more attuned to her?
Doesn’t matter. Her scent kicks more blood straight to my cock. I’m bloody dying to fill her up and be one with her.
Sydney reaches up to unfasten her bra and eases the cups from her breasts. Grabbing one strap, I tear the lacy annoyance off and toss it across the room. Then I fill my hands with Sydney’s bare tits, the little beaded nipples scorching my palms.
God help me. I’ve always adored women, but this…this is beyond understanding. Beyond control. Sydney sets me on fire, pushes me past restraint, amazes me every moment I’m with her.
She wraps soft, feminine arms around my neck, which presses her breasts even deeper into my hands. Words keep popping into my head.
And ever after, I promise myself to thee.
I roll her nipples between my fingers, and she moans. My body shakes. Fire rages inside me, barely in control. I want—no, need—more from Sydney. Everything. Now.
Together, we lurch to our feet in a frenzy. I lower my hands to the curve of her waist and encounter the side release of her skirt. I could easily lift it, but if this is the last time I’ll touch Sydney, I want her completely bare for me.
I yank her zip down, then shove the garment past her hips. What she wears beneath—black, lacy, small—is easy to shred with my hands.
Now she’s naked, all warm flesh and breathy sighs, arched, exposed.
Mine—at least for now.
Moments later, I peel off my shirt. Sydney tilts her head, giving me the naked flesh of her neck and the soft curve of her shoulder. I put my mouth to her, dying for any taste of her I can afford.
As I do, I rip into my jeans, discarding them and everything beneath. I lave my tongue across her skin and savor the hint of her addicting flavor with a moan. She shivers against me.
“Sydney?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Now. I can’t wait another moment.”
That’s all I need to hear.
Right or wrong, I lean her over the back of the sofa. If I don’t, I’ll kiss her, and that’s a risk I can’t take. Not thinking about anything but her, I cradle her hip in one hand and guide my cock to her slick pussy with the other. Slowly, I press in. She’s so tight, like an amazing glove fit just for me. So perfect.
Each day we share, I will be honest, good, and true.
I shake my head, trying to dislodge those dangerous words that keep dive-bombing my brain. Tonight is about savoring our last touch, not claiming her forever. But Sydney’s hot grip short-circuits me. Instead, I sink in to the hilt with an audible groan and give myself over to pleasure.
Beneath me, Sydney pants. Her body softens. The smell of her arousal grows so strong I swear I can almost taste her. Every instinct I possess urges me to kiss her—her mouth, her cunt—any part of her. Every part of her.
I fight the urge, clenching her hip in one hand and wrapping the other around her body until my fingers find her hardening clit. Draped over her back, I work the delicate bud of nerves. Grazing, circling her with slow caresses designed to drive her mad as I fill her with deep, possessive strokes.
Soon, she tightens on me. Her fingernails dig into my wrist. Her pants become groans, then wails. My body tenses, dying to feel everything about her, release myself into her completely, give myself, body and soul.
If this you seek, heed my Call.
The words no sooner cross my mind when Sydney clamps down, cries out, and she comes with screaming intensity, surrendering to me completely.
God, I want to see her face, watch her expressive dark eyes as pleasure overtakes her, kiss her mouth, and claim her as I come.
Even the thought sends me straight over the edge, into a white-light abyss that burns into my brain brighter than anything I’ve ever experienced. Ecstasy jolts me, an unrelenting vise of need I’ve strangled since I was last inside her. Now freed, the pleasure claws down my spine, up my cock. I shout, mesmerized by her feel, her smell. I drink her in, as if I was destined to know her above all others. Remember her only.