Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 770(@200wpm)___ 616(@250wpm)___ 513(@300wpm)
He looked like a beast right then.
The light had dimmed in his room as the sun melted away, and the man had shifted to shadow.
Skin glistening with sweat, every muscle in his body taut and flexing.
Eyes a scourge of dominance.
I loved it. Loved the claiming. The way he marked himself so deep inside me there would be no way for me to unwrite him.
My fantasy.
My secret.
My heart.
“I can feel you gettin’ ready to split. Let me see you glow, Moonflower. Let me see you come alive beneath me.”
He lifted my hips from the bed and rocked into me as he swirled his thumb around my clit.
It cracked me wide open, and a rush of ecstasy tore through my body.
A shockwave of bliss.
A torrent of pleasure.
And I swore that the ground no longer held me.
Swore that I soared and flew.
A darkened sky all around where I floated in the paradise that was Otto Hudson.
He thrust two more times before a shout burst from him, and he clutched me so tight there was nothing to separate us as he jerked and spasmed and groaned my name. “Raven.”
He grunted as he poured into me. I could feel every twitch and pulse of his cock, and my pleasure fluttered around it, capturing him the same way as he’d captured me.
He held us there for the longest time.
In this rapture that could only belong to us.
We both knew it then. Knew it in the way our gazes were locked as we let go.
As we gave ourselves over.
As every wall and brick that had been built around us was toppled to the ground.
Completely demolished.
It was us.
Forever.
And there was no turning back.
Aftershocks twitched through our muscles, and harsh pants heaved from his lungs as I struggled to drag oxygen back into mine.
As I struggled to catch up to this.
Otto had had me.
Had taken me.
Fully and completely.
I nearly wept when he pulled out, though he had me in his arms and was rolling us onto our sides and curling me tight against the heated flesh of his body before I could get out any sound of displeasure.
And through the lapping shadows that filled the room, those eyes were on me.
Searching my face as if they could get all the way down into my soul.
He let his fingertips trace the edge of my jaw. My lips. Before they were brushing along my brow. “You good?”
I snuggled into him, resting my cheek on his biceps as I let my own fingertips play along the intricate designs he’d tattooed there. “I knew there would be nothing like you, but I wasn’t prepared for how good it was going to be.”
Cockiness laced his words. “Good to hear, darlin’, because you’re about to have a whole lot more of me.” Then his lips were at my temple, his words seeping deep into my spirit. “You’re mine now, and I have every intention of making good on it.”
FORTY-FOUR
RAVEN
Otto dropped the peck of a kiss to my lips before he ordered, “Don’t move,” in that rumbly, powerful voice.
“I don’t think I could move from this bed if the house was on fire.”
I was nothing but a puddle of mush.
Languid bones and sated muscles.
And a little sore on top of it.
Otto squeezed my hip with one of those massive mitts. “Don’t worry, gorgeous, house catches fire, and you’ll be over my shoulder so fast you won’t know what hit you.”
“I already know what hit me,” I said, words laden with a tease and wonder.
His chuckle scraped across my overheated skin, and he squeezed a little tighter. “That was me goin’ easy on you, Raven. You don’t have the first clue what I have in store for you.”
I snuggled down deeper into the rumpled sheets of the bed, still completely nude, skin sticky with sweat, limbs so heavy I couldn’t move. Still, I was unable to stop the ridiculous grin that spread across my face. “You say that like I might object. Bring it, Burly Bear.”
Otto laughed a little harder, though his tone went predatory as he leaned in closer to my face. “You think you can handle me, do you?”
“I was made to handle you, Otto Hudson.”
“Ah, my little moonflower really is ready to bloom.”
“I’ve been waiting for half my life.”
His features softened, tenderness and something that resembled regret. He stroked his thumb over the freckle at the side of my upper lip. “Didn’t mean to make you wait, Raven. Didn’t mean to keep you from what you needed. Just didn’t think I could ever be worthy of holding something as beautiful as you.”
I set my palm on the stubble of his cheek. “Everyone deserves to be loved, Otto. No matter what you’ve done. But you? You deserve it more than anyone else I know.”
He flinched. “Nah, baby, I’m just the lucky bastard who somehow is fortunate enough to get someone like you to look at me the way you do.”