Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
I tremble as I realize what he’s asking.
If—after everything I’ve been through—I can take him as he is.
Love him like he needs, no matter how rough he might be tonight.
“As hard as you want,” I whisper, holding his silvery-blue eyes and arching until my thigh rubs his cock, begging to have him inside me. “As yourself.”
Hellfire ignites in his eyes.
An inferno that tells me he’s missed me just like I’ve missed him.
Fire, everlasting, proving he craves me with the same crazy energy as I crave him.
I’m so tuned in to his touch that it’s like we’ve been apart for years, not days—and the absence makes everything so much more intense.
That’s why I feel it in my bones when he takes me.
No gentleness.
No hesitation.
He lets his pants fall and his fingers dig into my ass, lifting me against him.
A groan boils out of him when I wrap my legs around his waist, spreading myself open for him, all so he can hold me in place with his hips.
His fingers fist my wrists, making me his willing captive as he drags his cock against my wetness and leaves me whimpering, squirming, aching inside.
Holy hell.
I’m one second away from outright begging when he gives me what I want.
Micah plunges inside me mercilessly, filling me with a single rough stroke.
We both gasp.
It’s like being torn in the best way.
Pierced so deep, stretched open, touched in those intimate places that scream for his heat and his powerful, raw thrusts.
Our frantic breaths come in tandem as he takes me, fast and hard, slamming me into the wall over and over.
It’s so animalistic I shudder.
The force of his thrusts stroke me until I’m screaming.
He answers with low growls—suddenly muffled as he buries his face against my throat, and his teeth sink in.
The sweetness is instant, fiery and almost bruising, exploding over me and turning every new thrust into a firestorm of obscene pleasure.
He’s marking me again.
Etching himself on my body so there’s no doubt who I belong to, this time forever.
He brands me inside and out, this wild thing, the two of us crashing together until I can’t tell up from down.
I barely realize it when he lets go of my wrists.
Only that I’m free to cling to him now, to rake my nails down his back, to pull him in tighter and harder when I want him so deep, so deep, until I feel him inside me every time I move.
Sheer insanity.
That’s what this connection is.
And I want more.
But we’re both so tight-strung that we can’t last forever—and when he bites me again, when he strokes my belly and pinches my breasts with a feverish grip like he’s trying to consume me with his hands, when he surges up inside me and marks new places he’s never reached before—
I am gone.
And it’s so good I’m not coming back.
So hot.
So feral.
I come like fireworks, screaming his name and leaving marks down his back as I grind myself into him.
My pussy convulses on his cock.
My pulse beats like a drum.
Hard, throbbing, fluxing.
My body becomes this violent machine, and he becomes my master.
And he’s right there with me, every blinding second.
“Don’t fucking stop,” he orders roughly. “Not before I come inside you.”
Holy shit!
Fusing our bodies together, straining to reach even deeper inside me, I watch his head snap back and his eyes pinch shut.
He bares his teeth as his whole body tightens like a cord.
Then he’s pulsing, jerking hot inside me, cursing his pleasure through shining teeth.
The instant he comes, he takes my soul.
I feel his come as his princely face becomes savage, as his hands bite my ass hard enough to hurt, as he marks me in the deepest way possible, flooding me with sin so sweet it must be divine.
I could never, ever be this way with anyone but Micah Ainsley.
Together, we’re too perfect.
And after tonight, I’m certain we’ll never let each other go.
So, it turns out I didn’t need that shirt after all.
I’m quite content to snuggle up in Micah’s arms as we collapse into bed together, tangled up and sated and breathless. It’s wordlessly comforting to be held like this, to be reassured.
This is real.
It’s not some fever dream caused by oxygen deprivation while I slowly suffocate to death in a barrel sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
Just the thought of what Xavier almost did—what he threatened to do—makes me shudder and huddle closer to Micah. His hand glides down my back, gathering me closer, like he knows.
“Shh,” he whispers. “You’re safe with me.”
I let out a contented sigh.
And I burrow into him, breathing in his scent. But the relief is short-lived as his phone buzzes on the nightstand.
I open one eye, looking at it over his shoulder. He twists to glance back at it, then groans and buries his face in my hair, ignoring the call.