Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“I used to think about this all day and night,” he said. “Me running my hands all over you.”
“You don’t think about that all day and night anymore?” I teased.
His laughter rumbled over my already frayed nerves, but definitely in a good way. In a “you’re about to get laid” kind of way.
“I still think about you all the time,” he admitted. “But now, I have things I worry about that aren’t just running my hands all over your naked body.”
He punctuated this statement by running his fingers lightly over my throat.
The bruising was god-awful. With each moment that passed since I’d been hurt, the bruising got worse and worse.
I shivered slightly at the lightness of his touch.
My eyes opened, and I saw him gazing down at my neck with a pained expression. As if he was heartsick that I’d had to go through it in the first place.
I mean, it wasn’t like I enjoyed going through that. It’s been one of the worst experiences of my life.
However, it wasn’t the worst experience.
The worst experience was watching Aodhan walk through my door the last time after he told me we should break things off. That was the moment in my life that I still had nightmares about.
But I couldn’t be mad at the thing that brought him back to me.
Well, I could.
I definitely wasn’t counting it as lucky, but I was counting it as a stepping-stone to the thing that I wanted most in my life. Him.
His eyes finally lifted from my neck, where he was lightly tracing the bruising, to my face. Our eyes connected, and he held our gazes together so long that I started to squirm.
“Kiss me,” I pleaded.
He leaned down, oh so slowly, and kissed me.
One single kiss on the center of my lips.
And it was life changing.
I knew in that moment that I would never let this man go again. I wouldn’t let him.
He would have to stay with me forever, because I was tired of not having him around.
I threaded my hand around his neck, held him to me, and kissed him back then. I gave it everything I had, and when I finally let him pull back, we were both gasping for breath.
“What was that for?” he asked, his hand once again going to my leg that he had moved to the side, pushing it backward and up.
I lifted my hips as I said, “Just trying to let you know that I won’t let you go again.”
His eyes flared.
Then he was lifting himself up, fitting himself against my entrance, and pushing inside.
He pushed his cock all the way inside of me with very little resistance. I was so wet for him I might be embarrassed about it later. But for now, I was too busy lifting up, urging him deeper and deeper inside.
Aodhan had always been a bit too big for me. But the stretch had always been my most favorite part about when he entered into me for the first time. And now, even with my body screaming that it was way too much, I relished in the delicious way his body filled mine so completely.
He groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against mine, and twisted his hips. Not side to side, but a delicious up and down number that he used to do so long ago. The one that instantly sent a delicious shiver straight to those parts deep inside.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, unable to stop myself. “You didn’t forget.”
He laughed, his breath puffing out against my lips as he said, “You think I’d forget anything about you? You’re my favorite obsession, Morrigan St. Pete.”
I smiled, causing my lip to brush his lower one.
He leaned forward and took my mouth, using his tongue to sweep inside at the same rate that his cock penetrated my pussy. Short, perfectly placed thrusts that were driving me insane.
They were also doing what they were designed to do: make me come.
I could feel it building, slow at first, until suddenly it was an imminent orgasm on the horizon.
I could feel how big it felt. The magnitude of the explosive I knew he was about to detonate.
It honestly kind of scared me a little bit.
If I was going to pass out, this was about to be it.
I could feel the spacey feeling, and I couldn’t quite tell if it was because of my impending orgasm, or my impending faint.
But I hoped and prayed that it would hold off just long enough…
My hand reached up and latched on to his wrist that was planted beside my face.
My fingernails dug into his wrist, and I cried out as the mother of all orgasms took me over.
Distantly, I heard him roar his release, and little black spots danced in my vision.
I didn’t pass out, though.
I groaned, my eyelids drooping lazily as an almost boneless feeling washed over me.