Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He mentioned working out, but I can’t see even an ounce of flesh that isn’t toned and tight.
I gaze at the light dusting of hair that covers his chest. It bolts down in a thin line, drawing my eyes with it.
His hand trails over his erection.
He starts toward my bedside table with slow and easy steps.
There’s a moment of hesitation when he yanks open the drawer to find the already open box of condoms.
Hushed words fall from his lips, but I can’t make them out.
“What?” I whisper.
He turns to me just as his teeth land on the corner of the foil package. He rips it open, and it’s so raw and primal that I drop my hand to my pussy.
“You’re hot as fuck.”
That brings a smile to his lips as he sheaths himself. “Said the woman touching herself.”
My legs drop open to give him a clear view. “That’s happening because of you.”
I let out the softest moan as he approaches me.
His hands land on my ankles, and my body is pulled down the bed with a swift tug.
He steps between my legs, his gaze never leaving my fingers as I circle my clit in a slow, torturous circle.
“Keep doing that,” he growls as he leans down to take one of my nipples between his teeth.
I cry out and pull back but not from the pain of his teeth when they clamp down. I’m racing toward another orgasm, and I need to slow down.
I have to slow down.
He flicks my nipple with soft lashes of the tip of his tongue before his teeth rake across it. The pain is less sharp this time, but still, it feeds a need so deep inside of me that I have to close my eyes to gain back control.
“I want to come with you inside of me,” I whisper in a plea.
“Open your eyes.” His voice comes out hoarse.
I look up and into his face. It’s etched with agony as if he can barely control the need he feels.
I recognize it. I feel it too. That need has crowded out everything else.
There is only a pressing, undeniable, untamable need to fuck.
He fists the base of his cock before he slides the tip over my cleft.
With his eyes burning a path into my soul, he takes me in one solid thrust until he’s buried inside me.
Tears prick the corners of my eyes from not only his size but the emotion that I can’t contain.
“Ah, fuck,” he bites out the word in a deep growl. “This is too fucking good.”
His lips find mine, and with each thrust of his cock inside of me, he kisses me until I come beneath him, writhing and whimpering and mostly hoping that I’ll feel this again and again.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Berk
I tie off the condom and toss it in the wastebasket in Astrid’s washroom.
With shaking hands, I lean against the white porcelain pedestal sink.
I can’t fucking catch my breath.
Everything is spinning. It goes far beyond the room. It’s my entire goddamn world.
The sex was phenomenal.
Jesus, it was beyond that.
I’ve never felt such an intense charge race through me when I’ve come.
I glance up to see my face in the mirror.
I look satisfied. I look content. I look like someone I’ve never seen before.
A quick splash of cold water over my face, and I turn my back on that guy whose reflection I don’t recognize.
“Berk?” Astrid’s voice slides under the closed door and into every one of my cells. It’s like a drug that is pumping through my veins.
All I can hear echoing through my mind is the sound of my name when it fell from her as her pussy clenched around me.
She came singing my name in a chant that was barely more than a whisper, but it tunneled itself inside me.
I’ll never forget the sound of that.
“I’ll be right out,” I call out to her.
My gaze trails over my body. I’m hardening again just from the memory of how she sounded in bed.
I listen until I hear her bare feet pad away before I inch open the door.
She’s not in the attached bedroom, so I get dressed in a rush.
I get everything on, but my tie doesn’t make it.
It’s shoved into my jacket pocket before I hurriedly push my feet into my socks and then my shoes.
“Oh.”
Her voice is behind me, so I take a heavy breath in an attempt to slow the beating of my heart.
“Are you leaving, Berk?”
Scrubbing a hand over my forehead, I go for a new approach. I take a series of quick breaths, but it doesn’t fucking help.
Am I having a goddamn heart attack right now?
I turn the second I feel her fingertips trail over my shoulder.
Against my better judgment, I snatch her hand in mine and bring it to my lips. I press a hard kiss into her palm, taking a second to inhale because her fingers smell like her sex.