Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
She pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, her dark eyes shining with something that makes my chest ache. “Show me,” she whispers, and it’s a command, a plea, everything I never knew I wanted to hear from her.
So I do. I pour everything into that kiss, into every touch, every whispered promise against her skin.
I want this woman—all of her. Her taste, her sounds, her everything.
I watch her bite down on her lip, and it’s everything I can do not to tear her apart with my need. There’s a hesitation in her eyes, like she’s fighting the urge to give in. I can see the way she holds back, as if afraid that wanting this too much will break her.
I take my time, my fingertip skimming the edge of her waistband, teasing her. Her breath catches, a small hum escaping her lips, and it makes me harder, more desperate to possess her. I drop to my knees in front of her, pressing my mouth to the warm skin just above the band of her panties.
Her skin tastes sweet, salty—a mix of innocence and desire.
I trace my tongue slowly, letting it linger, feeling the way her body shudders beneath me. I hook a finger under her panties and begin to slide them down, my knuckles brushing against her wet heat. I’m taking my time, savoring every moment, feeling the tension coil tighter with each slow reveal of her bare skin.
My gaze is Lilaous as I take her in, fully exposed. Her arousal glistens, drawing me in like a magnet. I part her folds with my fingers, stroking her clit in a quick rhythm before slowing down, teasing her, letting her know that I’m in control. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on.
She tastes like heaven.
I press my tongue deep inside her, moving in and out, feeling her body respond. Her thighs twist, her back arching as she grabs the arm of the couch. The cold window behind her is the only thing grounding her right now, a contrast to the heat building between us.
I keep my movements rough, insistent—just the way I know she likes it. My stubble grazes her thighs as I suck and rub, my fingers relentless against her clit.
“Oh god.” Her orgasm crashes over her, and I grip her waist, holding her as she trembles, her cries filling the room.
I pull her into my arms, bringing her mouth to mine, my tongue thrusting past her lips, tasting her, making her taste herself. It’s raw, desperate—exactly what I want her to feel. I wrap her legs around my waist, lifting her with ease and carrying her down the hallway.
I throw her onto the bed, my weight pressing her into the mattress as I continue kissing her, devouring every inch of her mouth, every gasp, every sigh.
“Holt?” she whispers, her voice filled with need.
“Hmm?” I murmur against her skin, my lips trailing down to her cleavage. I tug her bra down, exposing a perfect nipple, and I capture it with my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the sensitive peak.
“I—” Her words falter as she watches me, her chest heaving. “Holt, I—”
“Tell me anything, precious,” I say, my voice low and rough. I smile at her—a slow, crooked smile that I know drives her wild—before returning to her breast, sucking and licking, my other hand sliding her panties off completely. I hike her skirt higher, exposing her bare heat to the cool night air.
“Holt—” she moans, as my finger slips into her slick folds, stroking her. I add another finger, pushing deeper, feeling the way she clenches around me.
“Yes, baby?” I tease, my voice a slow, deliberate drawl. I keep thrusting my fingers inside her, making her body sing.
“I’m a virgin.”
As soon as she says the words everything in me shifts.
“What? Are–are you sure?” I manage, but my mind spins. There’s a swift, sharp ache in my chest, like I’ve been hit by a blunt force. I can’t stay still. I jump up, pacing, my body still humming from her touch, but my thoughts are a tangled mess.
I look back at her, my eyes locking onto hers. Her irises are glazed with the aftermath of lust—raw and real, a look I know I put there. It does something to me, knowing I’m the one who’s made her lose control like this. But then I register what she’s just said, and the gravity of it sinks in.
She’s a virgin.
How? She’s so goddamn beautiful, so perfect. She could have any man she wants—yet, she’s here with me, a man who’s fucked up more times than he can count. A man who doesn’t deserve this gift, but wants it more than anything.
“I think I’d remember,” she mutters, shifting awkwardly. My heart pounds harder, my hands starting to tremble. I hate the doubt that’s crept into her eyes.