Truly Mine – Carmichael Security Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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"Zayne," she whispers, her voice strangled.

"You want to come?"

"Y-yes. No. I don't know!"

Ah, fuck.

"You're a virgin, aren't you, lamb?"

"Yes," she whispers.

If this isn't proof she was made for me, nothing is. She's been waiting to give it to me, same as I've been waiting for her.

I flick her panties to the side, on a motherfucking mission now. "You really shouldn't have told me that if you wanted to keep me out of here," I murmur against her skin, running my thumb up her bare slit. "You'll be lucky if you make it through the night without me slippin' into your bed to claim it."

"Please. Oh, please." Her little claws dig into my shoulders, delivering a delicious bite of pain as I touch her for the first time. I want to see her, want to memorize every expression that crosses her face, but I leave the lights off, knowing just how powerful one sense can become when you lose another. I want her to feel every second of this.

I toy with her, touching every part of her hot little cunt. She's dripping for me, sticky sweet, and practically begging for me to take what belongs to me. But I keep her on the edge, running my finger in lazy circles around her hard clit. Listening to the way her breath grows choppy, and she whimpers my name. Feeling the way she trembles in my arms.

Fucking hell. Just touching her has me dancing the razor's edge. My balls are so full they hurt. My cock is so hard he's in danger of snapping in half. She hasn't even touched me, and I'm in danger of coming all over myself.

What is she doing to me? Better question, how the fuck do I convince her to keep doing it for the rest of my life?

I circle her tight little hole, driving us both crazy. Beads of sweat roll down my back. Every muscle in my body is locked tight, trying to keep me from picking her gorgeous ass up over my shoulder, finding the nearest bedroom, and railing her until she's screaming the fucking roof down around us.

"You like that, lamb?" I ask, my voice a gritty rasp of sound as I slowly press one thick finger inside of her. She writhes against the door, babbling quiet pleas. "Do you like knowing even part of me is inside you right now?"

"Yes," she gasps. "Please, Zayne."

"Please, what, lamb?"

"Please."

"Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you."

"I…I…"

"Say the words, Emma. Tell me that you want me to make you come all over me."

She's said it about a thousand times in my dreams, but I want to hear it in reality. No, I need to hear that sweet voice pleading with me to make her come on me. I'm going to lose my mind if I don't hear it soon.

"Please," she begs.

"No, Emma. Say the words."

"Please make me come all over you, Zayne," she whispers in desperation. "Please."

I groan, burying my face in her throat as I set to work, giving her exactly what she asked for so sweetly. I set my thumb against her clit, grinding in firm circles as I curl my finger up, looking for her sweet spot.

I know the instant I find it.

A startled cry of ecstasy leaves her lips, and her inner muscles flutter wildly. She shakes in my arms as she falls to pieces, her sticky juices making a fucking mess of my hand.

I work her through it, not letting up until she goes limp in my arms, panting for breath. Once she does, I peel her away from the door, holding her to my chest.

"Did that feel as good as it sounded?"

"Yes," she whispers shyly.

"Good." I press my lips to her temple, breathing her in. "Next time, you'll be doing it on my tongue."

"N-next time?"

"Oh, lamb," I laugh quietly. "You never should have let me through the front door. Because now that I'm here, I have no intentions of leaving until every piece of you belongs to me." I tip her chin up, planting a kiss on her lips. "Starting with your heart."

"Zayne."

"Come on. We should get out of here before Gran and Bets come looking and realize what we've been doing in here."

"Zayne!"

I ignore her, knowing damn well she's trying to talk herself out of falling for me. It's too late for that, though. She never would have let me in if she wasn't already halfway there. We both know she knows this whole bodyguard story is bullshit. But she let me sell it anyway.

She's falling in love with me.

And I fully intend to be here to catch her when she makes the final swan dive off the edge.

Chapter Eight

Emma

"Gran, we're not sleeping together," I growl, throwing my hands up as Gran tries to convince me for the fifth time to let Zayne sleep in the room with me. "Aren't you supposed to be telling me that I should save myself for marriage instead of trying to throw me at Zayne?"


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