Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Goddamn, do I love that. It tells the whole world you’re mine,” he rasps, his eyes shining like he still can’t believe it.
Of course, it does, and I love it, too.
Soon, I’m screaming from the tension flaring between my legs as he drives faster, growling, his chest swelling with urgency before he comes.
I’m flipping boneless when it happens.
Just exploding on his cock, everything convulsing, and I’m gushing on the sheets.
“Fucking shit, is finding out you’re a squirter my wedding present?” he growls, pulling my hair. “Doesn’t matter, baby. Here it comes. I love you so goddamned much.”
It’s the last thing he says before his sounds become one long song of thunder.
His hardness plunges into me and stops, rooting so deep, swelling.
He’s come inside me hundreds of times before, but never like this.
Never with this fever in his eyes.
When I feel the first hot rope, it’s somehow hotter, wilder, heavy with this primal mystery.
God.
I’m convulsing all over again, taking everything he offers, fusing with him until we’re throbbing and groaning in unison.
I’m his furnace.
He’s my fuel.
This man has given me his energy, his life, and made mine absolutely marvelous.
Now, I’ll take his love, his seed, and give him our entire future.
When the firestorm finally releases us, we lay together tangled, his huge inked body cocooning me. His cock feels divine against my ass once he slides out, spooning me.
We lay together panting, our fingers laced so tight.
I know it won’t be long before he’s ready again, but even in the stillness, I’m so turned on every touch makes me gasp.
“You’re the hottest woman alive, especially when you’re wrapped around my cock,” he says, stamping his lips up my neck. “Can’t believe we started off as family in the most fucked up way. Look at us now. Making our own.”
My heart skips.
I turn my head slowly, smiling into his incandescent green eyes.
“We’re not steps anymore, Chris. But I didn’t mind it when we were. Except for the sneaking around and pretending, I mean.”
“Yeah, thank fuck. Pretending? Babe, I don’t give a shit who or what you are. Just as long as you’re mine, my bride, and my cement. My perfect partner in everything. Is it so wrong I still love you like a sister and a soulmate all in one?”
His words should shock me, but instead I just smile.
The stuff that slips out of his mouth still scares me sometimes in the best ways.
This man is certifiably crazy.
He’s also crazy magnificent.
A badass to the bone.
Everything I ever asked for and nothing I deserve.
When I’m finally ready to answer him, I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his length. It’s already hardening against me, throbbing with fresh need.
“I don’t think loving you will ever be wrong,” I say, gently stroking his girthy thickness and waiting for him to push my hand away and spread my legs. “I love you so much, husband.”
He grins, tangling his fingers through my hair and pushing me onto my back again.
I watch as he moves between my legs, holding his cock at my entrance, full and teasing.
“Good. Let’s use some of that love to find out who we’ll be when we’re finished.” He lowers his lips to my ear, nipping at my earlobe before he says, “Don’t think I’ll ever stop fucking you through the nursery rhymes and family holidays when we’re running around like chickens on fire. I’ll never get enough of this, Delia. All the ways you make my heart boom.”
Smiling, I run my hands over the intricate dragon on his chest. It was re-inked a couple months ago after his scars healed, a stark reminder that I’m forever safe with this man.
He’s right about the boom, too.
I can feel his heartbeat resonating in my fingertips.
My palms linger there, pushing into hard muscle as he sinks inside me, claiming me again.
We’re both getting better with words, but there are still some conversations only fit for the flesh.
Right now, his skin speaks loud and clear, shouting how much he’ll love me tonight and ever after.
He is every caress, every smile, and every stolen kiss I’ll ever crave.
Green like life.
Blue like flames.
All the reds I could ever ask for.
If Chris Triton is my perfect wrong—if my life didn’t lead me here—please never let me be right.
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