Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
His gaze shifts, darting up to where I try to flex my hands in vain.
“Can you untie them?” I whisper, hopeful he will. “I need to touch you. You have no idea how much I want to touch you right now.”
“I think I do. I’ve felt that tremble, that same deep-rooted need for a very long time.”
Yes, I believe him when our eyes meet again.
When I recognize the naked need in them and understand, maybe for the first time ever, how he struggles to keep himself in check. It’s not like it was ever a secret—you can’t walk around with your dick sticking straight out and pretend there isn’t at least attraction going on.
I never knew with this sort of certainty what a battle I put him through. It shows in the way his chiseled features pinch together like he’s in pain. I hear it in the throb in his voice. I feel it in the pressure of his fingertips against my lower back, pulling me closer and trapping his erection between us.
He’s a living, breathing pile of need.
For me. It’s all for me.
I jerk my arms. “Please, Ren. Don’t make me beg you.”
Though I will if he wants me to. Right now, I’d do anything for him because he’s here, fully here, and there’s no more of that weird awkwardness. The alien with no feelings is gone, and in his place is Ren. My Ren.
Dark brows draw together an instant before he shakes his head.
“No. No, I like you better this way.” Light flickers in those familiar blue depths while a knowing grin tugs at his mouth. “I might lose control if I have your hands on me.”
“Please?” I beg, nonetheless, because I know he likes it.
A visible shudder ripples through him, and something close to a growl escapes his throat, deepening the torment he’s putting me through.
I need to touch, feel, hold.
“No,” he says again, and when he lets me go, pulling back, my heart sinks. Oh no. I’ve pissed him off.
I’m too needy. He’s going to punish me by going away. Immediately, my thoughts go to a bad place.
Instead, he rises to his knees, towering over me as he lifts a leg to straddle my upper half. This is so completely outside my realm of experience that I can barely process what’s happening. I only know I could become addicted to the breathless anticipation of what’s to come. Yet a tinge of fear zings through my gut.
He wouldn’t hurt me, right?
He couldn’t.
This is the first time I’ve witnessed him like this, and the thrill and anticipation overtake any fear I might be having. I remind myself that I have nothing to fear. Nothing beyond him leaving me like this, with my body burning for his touch, for relief from the ever-increasing tension that I’m pretty sure will kill me if it keeps going.
But I know I’d die if he stopped. There’s no pretty sure about it.
How’s he going to do this? What does he want from me? I can hardly form a question before another one comes in to push it out of the way.
“I’ll do my best to take it easy on you,” he vows, his voice raspy, thanks to the excitement making his breath come short and fast. I stare into his blue eyes as he continues. “But I can’t promise I won’t be rough. It’s been a very long time since I did anything with anyone, and my desire for you is at the forefront of my mind.”
I lick my lips, and he groans. “Whatever you need from me.”
His grin lights up my heart while moistening my pussy even more. “I’ll hold you to that.”
His grin dissolves once he’s lowered his zipper and dips a hand into his boxers. It’s like my heart’s going to explode if it doesn’t slow down, but there’s no slowing it. Every beat is heavy, the rush of blood filling my ears.
I watch with bated breath as he begins to pull himself free—the tension builds with every passing second, but he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry. He has me where he wants me. He doesn’t have to rush.
Who am I kidding? He’s always had me where he wants me.
That hasn’t changed.
“You want to give me pleasure?” All of a sudden, he’s free, in front of me, the thick head of his cock sticking out from inside his tight grip. “That means wrapping your pretty pink lips around this.” He strokes himself slowly, and I watch, mesmerized. “Are you sure you can handle this? You’ve never sucked a dick before, angel. It can take some practice, and it’s not always enjoyable. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“How do you know I’ve never given a blow job before?” I tease with a grin.
Ren’s hand is on me in a flash, and his fingers grip my chin firmly, forcing me to look nowhere else but at him. “Don’t tease me, angel. You aren’t in a position to tempt the beast inside me. I’ve wanted your pretty mouth around my cock for a very long time.”