What The Heart Needs (Stars Landing #1) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Stars Landing Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 95311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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Elliott sat up, kneeling over her at her waist. He pulled the shirt from his wrists and tossed it aside.

Hannah could see the outline of his rigid cock through his slacks. Her hands reached out to explore her curiosity. The tip of her finger barely brushed the tip of his erection when his hands grabbed both of her wrists, pushing them backward and over her head, pinning them to the bed. She groaned when his chest brushed against her supple breasts.

She pulled at her arms, wanting freedom to explore his body, to push him to the edge she felt herself suspended on. But his hands were too strong. She felt his leg push between her thighs, spreading them without his hands. His body weight shifted, pressing his cock against her wet heat.

"Ohhh," she cried out loudly enough to be heard through the house. Elliott grunted, looking down at her with heavy eyes.

Her thighs tried to wrap around him, grab his waist and pull him against her over and over until she found the release her body was screaming for. But Elliott pulled his hips back with a small smile on his face.

He released her arms, his hands reaching for the clasp of her pants. He released the button and pulled the zipper down. His hands gripped the waistband, pulling it roughly down. He moved quickly off of her and she felt the separation like sadness. He pulled her pants down over her legs and then off her ankles then laid down beside her.

She had a moment to realize that her gray and pink lace bra in no way matched her tan cotton panties. But when she felt Elliott's hand run down to find the dip in her hips, the thought flew out of her mind. She never realized how sensitive her body was before. She felt every nerve ending responding to his gentlest touch.

His fingers slipped underneath the light material and Hannah's whole body tensed. But he pulled away, grabbing her hip and coaxing her onto her stomach. His hands found her ponytail and gently pulled the elastic band down the length, releasing her long hair. He brushed it to the side, giving him an unobstructed view of her back. His lips found the nape of her neck and traced kisses all the way down her spine with the gentlest of pressure. She moaned when he got to the line of her panties and his tongue traced the line all the way back up.

His hand pulled the material off of her backside and she felt, shockingly, his lips plant a kiss on her ass before he turned her gently back over to face him. With his eyes on hers, he pulled her panties down.

She pulled her legs up, allowing them to slip over her thighs and knees and fall to oblivion around her ankle.

She kicked the material off and let her legs fall back against the mattress.

She was naked. The thought hit her suddenly, bringing with it a flood of embarrassment and uncertainty.

His eyes found hers and he saw the uncertainty and a hint of fear. He smiled at her slightly and his lips found hers, starting with gentle pressure and allowing it to build until he felt her body release its tension.

His fingers ran the length of her body, breast to knee, back up, then down once more to stop at her thigh and rest there. Then his hand dipped inward, grabbing her thigh and pulling it open. He pulled it under his leg and held it under his thigh. He pushed her other thigh outward until her most intimate part was spread open and bare.

Quickly, before she could even realize what was going to happen, she felt the tip of his finger find her hot slickness and stroke once upward. Her entire body spasmed at the sensation. A moan escaped her lips and her eyes sought his.

She felt the tenseness of his body next to hers, pulsing with barely controlled passion. She wondered, fleetingly, if he was holding back because he sensed a certain innocence in her.

But then his fingertip found her clit and moved over it in painfully slow circles until her entire body felt taut as a bow. She was panting, her breath barely able to escape her body as she whimpered at the sensation. Just as she felt as though she were about to explode, his finger retreated and she cried out, "No."

But Elliott was already moving. He kneeled at her knees, reaching down and unclasping his slacks, pulling the zipper down. She watched as he pulled the material from his hips and tossed them aside. His cock was pushing against his black boxer briefs. She could make out every detail of his long, thick hardness.

His hands slipped underneath her hips and before she could object, his face was between her thighs. She felt herself tense. It felt awkward. No one had ever had their face against her heat before and she felt as if she should be disgusted, like she should want to push him away.


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