Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
My God.
“You want this as much as I do,” he demands, then wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, I’m yanked up against his chest and seated on his lap, so I’m straddling him. His thrusts become torturously slow and deep. Eye to eye with him, I’m totally overwhelmed and imprisoned in his brute strength.
“You want me,” he growls.
I do. God, I do.
“I hate you,” I manage to moan, dead set on not giving him what he wants.
His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue invades and conquers me until all I can do is hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he forces me toward another orgasm.
I’m achy and needy, moans and whimpers spilling from my mouth to his, and he drinks each one like a man dying of thirst.
Like he can’t get enough of me.
Chapter 18
Nikolas
Her moans. Her whimpers. Her cries.
Fuck, the things they do to me. I feel savage in my desire to claim Tess, to fuck her raw, to own every inch of her.
Breaking the kiss, I drink in the ecstasy on her face, illuminated by the light falling into the bedroom from the open bathroom door. I relish in the feel of her soft curves, my hand sliding down to find her sexy as fuck ass.
She might hate me, but her pussy fucking loves me.
My fingers dig into her asscheek, and she clamps hard around my cock, her body taken over by another orgasm. Her lips part, her eyelashes half-mast, the moans and needy sobs – it’s fucking intoxicating.
“Nikolas,” she gasps, so much fucking desperation in my name as if she’s praying to me to make her come.
I’ve never been so ravenous for a woman before, and no matter how hard I take her, how deep I bury myself inside her, it’s not enough.
It will never be enough.
When her climax reaches its peak, pure and unadulterated pleasure streaks down my spine, tightens my balls, and makes me swell even more. I erupt with a growl, and using all my strength, I pound into the woman who’s turned me into a feral animal.
My forehead drops to her shoulder, my arms clamp around her, pressing her bare breasts to my chest, and I fucking come so hard, I lose all sense of my surroundings.
There’s only Tess. Her body. Her scent. Her sounds.
Jesus.
I throb inside her until every drop has been spilled, and the need to tear her apart creeps back into the dark corners.
Sucking in desperate breaths of air, I hold her so tight it has to hurt, but I can’t bring myself to let go. Not yet.
Dragging my nose over her soft skin, I inhale deeply, savoring the fresh scent of her body wash mixing with her sweat. She smells like sex. Like us.
My teeth scrape over her still fluttering pulse, and I love that it’s racing because of me.
Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Tess. With her pussy still wrapped tightly around me and her naked body in my firm hold, I watch as she becomes uncomfortable. Now that our desires have been satisfied and reality creeps back in, she struggles to face me.
My lips curve up. “You love my cock so fucking much you came three times.”
Her cheeks flush with an innocent, pink tinge, and her eyes lower to my neck.
“Look at me,” I demand.
Reluctantly she obeys, her gaze finding mine.
“Admit you loved me fucking you,” I order, determined to hear the words from her.
“You’re an asshole.” She tries to push away from me, and my cock slips out. I shove her back onto the mattress, and crowding her with my body, I glance down between us, a smirk forming on my face from knowing it’s my cum coating her inner thighs.
Reaching down, I swipe up our joint arousal and bring my finger to her mouth. When she clamps her lips together, I coat them, a low satisfied hum rippling from my chest. “Unless you want me to fuck your mouth, admit it.”
Frustration and something similar to shame tighten her features. “I loved you fucking me.” Whether it’s to tease me or defy me, I’ll never know, but when Tess’ tongue darts out and she licks our arousal off her lips, I start to fear I’ll never be able to get her out of my system.
Christ, help me.
Pushing away from her, I stalk to the bathroom and slam the door shut behind me.
I strip out of my suit, and opening the faucets, I step beneath the spray. I use the little minx’ body wash, something flowery, and scrub the day’s worry from my skin.
It only takes me a couple of minutes to shower, and when I step out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist, Tess’ eyes lock on my chest.
Instantly, desire floods her gaze, and her breathing speeds up. She clearly likes what she sees from where she’s sitting on the side of the bed, already dressed in a pair of skimpy shorts and a t-shirt that does nothing to hide her hard nipples.