Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
This time, the orgasm was closer. And before I could even fully immerse myself in the sensations of his mouth on me, it was slamming through me, making me cry out as my hips rocked against him.
He worked me through it before moving away, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh. Then my belly. Between my breasts. My neck.
Before, finally, sealing his lips to mine, kissing me long and deep. Something that felt passionate and possessive. But grew with need as each moment passed, making his lips harder, hungrier.
Reaching down, his hands sank into my ass, lifting me up by it until my legs wrapped around his hips, and my arms closed around his neck.
Then we were moving.
Across the bathroom.
Into the bedroom.
He lowered me down onto the edge of the bed, then stepped back, yanking off his towel, revealing his straining cock, and the urge to feel him inside me was painful even as I reached out, stroking him.
A growling sound escaped him as I pulled him closer, then teased my tongue around the head of him before sucking him into my mouth.
There was the impatient sound of him tossing the duffel bags to the floor before I felt his hand grabbing my shoulder, fingers crushing in as I worked him faster and faster. Wanting him as desperate as I felt.
It wasn’t until he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me back that I released him, tilting my head back to watch the way his chest was heaving with his breath as he reached down to slide on protection.
When his gaze found mine, the hunger there left me breathless as he ducked down, grabbing both of my knees, and yanking them up, catching me off-guard enough to fall back on the bed, staring up at him as he lifted my legs straight, and placed them on his shoulders before, gaze finding mine, surging inside of me.
A cry escaped me as I arched up off of the mattress, the feel of him claiming every inch of me nearly making me shatter apart again right then.
Silvano’s arm wrapped around my legs, pinning them to him as he started to fuck me.
Hard.
Fast.
But at least this time, I didn’t need to worry about falling off of the loft, or the bed moving at all since it was bolted down.
My moans grew loud, almost frantic, as he drove me up.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, leaning over to press a kiss to my ankle as he fucked me faster, feeling the way I tightened, how close I was.
The second orgasm had little sparks flashing across my vision as the pleasure coursed through me, leaving my legs going straight and tense as he fucked me through it.
He lowered my legs after, spreading them wide on the bed, then his gaze moved between my face and where our bodies were joined as he started to move in me again.
Slowly.
Achingly slowly.
Making me aware of each thick inch of him.
“Silvano,” I whimpered as the satiation became a clawing hunger once again.
But I needed more.
“Please,” I begged.
On a rumbling sound that made me tighten around him, he lowered down over me, lips claiming mine as he fucked me how I needed, how he needed, right then.
Rough.
A race to a finish we were both desperate for.
Then found together, my cries filling the room, mingling with his curse, and the hiss of his breath as he surged deep, and came with me.
He rolled off of me after, his arm draped over my belly, both of us struggling to even out our breathing.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, exhaling hard. “Now I need a nap,” he said, returning the smile I shot him.
“I’m sorry my body is so disruptive to your plans,” I said, clearly not apologetic at all.
“Yeah, sure you are,” he said, squeezing my thigh as he got to his feet, grabbing his towel, then making his way back to the bathroom.
Eventually, I forced my legs to work as well, getting up, and digging through the duffel bags for some clothes.
I found a pair of black leggings and a simple tee, then walked out of the bedroom to check on Storm, finding him watching a couple of squirrels running around in the trees in the property behind the hotel.
“You good, buddy?” I asked, petting his head. “Crazy couple of days, huh?” I asked, finding his water bowl, and filling it from the tap. “I thought you were taking a nap,” I said to Silvano as he emerged fully dressed in a black tee and basketball pants.
“I rallied,” he said. “Don’t,” he demanded, brow raised.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t start bitching. You knew the plan,” he said.
“Bitching, huh?” I asked, lips twitching.
“Complaining. Arguing. Bellyaching. Pick your synonym. It all comes back to bitching,” he said, getting a little laugh out of me.
I wasn’t going to bitch.