Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
His breath hitches before he presses his forehead to mine, and I can feel his erection firm between us. For a second, I wonder if I’ve ruined everything by telling him. Is this it? Will I never know what it feels like to follow through on this overwhelming need? I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. I want more. So much more.
“I know you’re clean,” he whispers against my lips, then captures them in a slow, deep kiss that makes me forget everything else. “But I need you to understand something. Us...you and me—it’s complicated.”
His words steal the breath from my lungs.
“But from the moment I saw you, Sophia, I knew you were different. Right here, right now, I’d give up my life for you if it came to that. Don’t ever doubt that.” His eyes search mine, waiting for me to understand, to give him something back.
I nod, my throat tight, my voice barely a whisper. “Okay.”
His hand slides down to the back of my neck, his touch sending sparks down my spine. He moves slowly, unclasping my bra, tossing it aside before pulling his own shirt over his head.
When his chiseled torso comes into view, the dim light casting shadows over his abs, my breath catches again. His body is perfection, every muscle carved and defined. I want to trace each ridge with my tongue, memorize the contours of his body until I know him as intimately as my own.
“Alex…” I murmur, his name the only thing running through my mind.
“Jesus, I love the way you say my name,” he groans, his arms wrapping around me as he pulls me against him. The heat between us intensifies as the space between our bodies vanishes, and all the air seems to evaporate. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I breathe, almost desperate now. “I want you.”
His grip tightens on my hip as his other hand works his pants down, kicking them to the floor. In one smooth movement, he’s back over me, his cock hard and pressing between my legs. He hooks a finger in the elastic of my panties, eyes flicking up to meet mine with a reckless grin before he tears the fabric apart effortlessly.
The pale pink lace falls to the floor, and his cock slides against my heated skin. My breath hitches, and I bite down on his earlobe, dragging my teeth along the sensitive flesh. He shudders, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as he inches inside me for the first time.
Time seems to stop.
My mind grows hazy, my body completely consumed by his scent and the intoxicating vindication of his touch. This is everything. He is everything. The feeling is like being high, floating on the edge of something I’ve never felt before.
A low groan escapes his lips as he pushes deeper inside me, the heat between us blazing even hotter when he reaches the barrier that makes me a virgin. My breath catches, fire igniting inside me.
“Once I have you…” His voice is hoarse, ravaged with desire. “I won’t go back.”
His words tear through me, shredding my heart in the best possible way. In that moment, I know—whatever pain this man has carried, it has weighed him down, stopped him from truly living, maybe even from feeling. But not now. Not with me.
“Never,” I whisper, my words barely audible as they brush against the rough stubble on his neck.
His eyes flutter closed, and then his lips find mine, kissing me with a tenderness that completely unravels me. His hands frame my face, his hips press harder into mine, and then—oh God—the hard steel of him breaks me. With one final thrust, he’s fully inside me, filling me completely.
Another groan shudders through him, his hands gripping my skin like he’s holding on for dear life. His lips trace over mine, over the curve of my neck, soothing away the sharp ache as his thrusts slow and steady. Measured. Controlled.
“So sweet, so fucking intoxicating,” he murmurs against my skin. “You break my cold heart and put it back together again, brand new.”
His words hit me like a bolt of electricity, shaking me to my core. Lust coils tighter inside me, the pain slowly giving way to pleasure. My muscles begin to relax, the tightness easing, and all I feel now is the thick, overwhelming fullness of him. Completely taking me. Owning me.
He’s stolen my heart right out from under me, long before I even had the chance to decide if I wanted to give it to him. Isn’t that the funny thing about love? It chooses you. It claims you, whether you’re ready or not.
“You completely fucking intoxicate me, sweet girl,” he growls, the way he says my name sending a shot of need straight through me, like a drug coursing through my veins.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I manage to whisper between ragged pants, my skin slick as I claw at his back, desperate for more.