Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
I bucked against him, reveling in the way we both trembled at the feel of his thick shaft sliding in-between my legs. I rolled my hips, riding his length without taking him inside me until we were both shaking and cursing and seeing stars.
I could feel the restraint Jaxson was using as he pinned my squirming hips and lined himself up at my entrance. He rocked in only an inch before stopping, his nostrils flaring as goosebumps paraded over every inch of my skin.
“God, yes,” I breathed, rocking against him. “More.”
I used my grip on the shelf and his shoulder to help lift me before sinking down another inch.
“Christ,” he cursed, dropping his forehead to mine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me,” I promised him. “You’re healing me.”
He sucked in a stiff breath before kissing me hard, and a flex of his hips had him burying himself another two inches inside me.
I gasped, but the pain zipped through me only a second before pleasure washed in to take over. Gripping his shoulders, I rolled until I took more, until he was meeting me thrust for thrust and stretching me open to fit him all the way inside.
“You have consumed my every waking thought. You have wrecked every dream I’ve had,” he cursed against my lips, kissing along my jaw and my neck next. “I am obsessed.”
I couldn’t handle the emotion that swirled inside me, the combination of having him after thinking I would never again and the way he whispered those words against my skin.
“I’ve been thinking of this every night,” I confessed, riding him as we sent more books to the floor. “I’d fuck my fingers or my toy and think of this, of you.”
“Damn, baby,” he breathed, sucking my earlobe between his teeth. “You’re so filthy, aren’t you? Fucking yourself to the thought of me.” He held my hips hard enough to make me gasp, and then he slammed into me, stealing my next breath. “I want to hear it. I want you to come and scream my name loud enough to make up for all those times I missed.”
I was so close, I knew he wouldn’t have to wait long to get his wish.
He fucked me harder, hips slamming into me as the shelf rattled against the wall each time. More books and décor slid off, the crashing sounds around us like a symphony as Jaxson claimed my mouth. And when I slid one hand down between us, it took only a few circles of my clit for my climax to catch.
“Oh, God. Oh, fuck, Jax,” I breathed, circling faster as he fucked me in a pace that matched my need.
And I combusted.
I thought I’d had orgasms before. I thought I knew what it was like to have the best release of my life ripping through me. But every time before was nothing compared to this, to how the wave consumed me from the inside out and drowned out my cries.
I knew I was screaming his name. I knew I was digging my nails into his back hard enough to draw blood. But it was like watching from above, like an out-of-body experience as my body shook and my pussy pulsed around him.
“Fuck,” he cursed in my ear, and I felt him spill inside me, rocking in so deep I blacked out for a moment. My orgasm was still wrecking me as he found his, and each flex of his hips slammed me into the shelf. I knew the wood would leave bruises on my back. I knew no orgasm in my life would ever feel as powerful as this one.
And I knew even if we were about to set fire to the world we lived in now, I would gladly live in the ashes if it meant I got to be with him.
We surrendered everything.
We laid our old lives to rest, knowing there would be hardship and pain ahead of us. We jumped headfirst into the risk, hand in hand, willing to forsake it all in the name of each other.
There was no walking away this time.
There was no end to this summer.
Jaxson Brittain branded me against that bookshelf, and I inked myself into his skin. One round ended only for the next to begin, and neither of us could get enough, not even when we were too sore and exhausted to go again.
We were desperate, like it wouldn’t be enough until we were one person instead of two.
I didn’t know what would happen after tonight, but one thing was certain.
We were forever.
We were always.
And there was nothing, and no one, who could ever keep us apart.
Pretty Lies
Grace
I yawned and stretched like a cat the next morning — or maybe it was after noon? I couldn’t be sure. All I knew was my muscles were aching as I arched my back and pointed my toes, stretching my arms up overhead and soaking in every deliciously sore area.