Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
A hand grips onto my hip as he pulls away briefly to look at our joined bodies. His eyes become luminescent, and I watch in awe as he looks at me with a primal want, as if he’ll never be able to get enough.
“Shit… I’m going to come.” He bares his teeth, and strangely, I want him to bite me.
To mark my body, to leave bruises and love bites so that I can remember tomorrow that this wasn’t a dream. Wanting him to finish inside of me, needing his release deep in my core, I place a hand against his chest and sink my nails into the skin.
“Come inside me, Cage. I want to feel you deep inside me,” I beg, pleading with eyes.
He looks like a god as his chest heaves, and he tips his head backward to release a feral growl. A second later, he stills, and I feel his release filling me. He pulses inside of me and continues coming.
I shiver at the warmth that radiates through me, and when he pulls out and away, I wince, both at the pain and the loss of his body. Shoving off the bed, he walks to the door across the room that I thought was a bathroom or closet. A light comes on, and I push up onto my elbows and look into the room, it’s a bathroom.
Cage reappears, climbing back onto the bed a moment later. There is blood smeared on his cock, and when I look up into his features, I find him peering down at me with remorse.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly. I didn’t want to go too fast, but once I was inside…” he says with a look of shame as he gently parts my legs.
“You were perfect, Cage. It was great.” I give him a soft smile.
He cleans between my legs, wiping the blood and cum from my folds and thighs before cleaning himself off. Then he tugs on his boxers and climbs back into bed. My body stiffens. I’m not sure what to do? The aftershocks of pleasure are no longer messing with my thinking, reminding me that I just slept with a man I was supposed to be just friends with.
Rolling over, I scoot to the edge of the bed and sit up.
“What are you doing?” Cage’s thick voice reaches my ears, and even though I don’t want to, I turn and look at him. He’s lounging back against the pillows, looking utterly fuckable, and my ovaries scream at me to stay.
“Uh, going back to my room. I… I don’t know how this works. Do you make them leave afterward? Do I…” My cheeks start to heat. I should’ve thought this through better.
Cage runs a hand through his midnight back hair, and I stifle a moan. “First, I don’t fuck chicks in this bed, you’re the first and last. Second, you’re not them, and I actually enjoy your company. Third, if you try and leave this bed before I have thoroughly fucked you, I will drag you back in here, kicking and screaming and fuck you until you can’t walk, move, or think without remembering what I did to you.”
My core clenches, and I rub my thighs together, wincing at the uncomfortableness that has formed there. “Pretty sure I’m already going to remember what you did.”
His features soften. “Stay, please. I… I want to hold you.”
Chewing on my lip, I know I can’t leave, not when he offers to cuddle me. He’s so big, and when he wraps his arms around me, I feel protected, secure, and safe like nothing bad in the world can get me.
Making up my mind, I roll over and snuggle against him, burying my face into his naked chest. The warmth of his body radiates into me. He’s like fire, melting away at the icy exterior of my heart. Grabbing the comforter, he tugs it up and over us, holding me tightly to his chest while moving his arm beneath my head, making his bicep my own personal pillow.
“Do you do this with all the girls you sleep with?” I ask openly, yawning.
“No, Nerd. Only you,” he replies softly.
He strokes the side of my face with his fingers, tracing the contours of my face as if he’s preparing to sculpt me. His touch is intimate, searing, and I never want him to let go. I know I’m becoming attached, already wanting more from a man that won’t be able to give me what I want most, love and still, I can’t bring myself to pull away.
“You’re everything, Blair…everything,” he whispers before placing a feather-light kiss against my forehead. I slowly fall asleep in his arms, his warmth and scent surrounding me.
Cage Wilder is home to me, and that scares me more than anything ever has. Even though he promised he’d never let anyone break my heart, I just know, somehow, someway, he’ll be the one to do it. He doesn’t love, he uses, and by giving myself to him, I’ve become another girl in a long line of women who fell hard for him.