Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
As if her body was no longer her own, her back arched, her thighs trembled, and her pussy grasped him greedily, refusing to let go. The sensations converged into something powerful and breath-stealing before the sensations burst.
Ecstasy crested, crashing over her in relentless waves. Her screams echoed off the walls. Time held no meaning. Nash lavished her with pleasure, manipulating her body as only he could, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling and oversensitive and gasping at the sheer intensity.
“Haisley… Jesus, fucking… Yes!” Nash groaned out against her lips, his voice rough.
“Do it,” she answered, pulling him closer. “I’m here, Nash. Come inside me.”
No way could she tell him how much she’d missed this feeling of completion. Missed him.
To her shock, he shook his head and pulled from her clasping pussy. Instantly, she felt empty, aching, almost abandoned. “What are you… Don’t go!”
With a snort, Nash flipped her onto her belly and worked his arm under her. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees while he wedged his thigh between hers, spreading her legs wider. She’d barely settled onto the mattress when he aligned his cock with her opening and filled her again with one mighty thrust. Both of them groaned at the exquisite sensation of being joined once more.
“I’m nowhere near done with you,” he vowed in her ear as his teeth found her neck again and marked her once more. The friction of his cock against inflamed nerve endings, coupled with the flare of pain in her shoulder from his primal bite, sparked another wave of need inside her she would have sworn was impossible a mere thirty seconds ago. But when his fingers covered her distended, so-swollen clit while he pummeled her relentlessly, another orgasm—which she’d been certain was impossible—was suddenly imminent.
“Nash!” She clawed the sheets, wishing she could reach him, touch him, share this sharp shove to ecstasy with him.
“That’s fucking it. God, no one feels like you.” He slammed into her again, both of them ignoring her headboard beating into the wall with his every lunge deep inside her. “Hais…baby. Fuck. Yes. Oh, god…”
“I’m here. Yes. Give me everything.”
“Not until you come for me again,” he growled.
Even his words had her tightening around him. Why could this man—and he alone—make her body dance to the tune of his commands? Why couldn’t she stop wanting him?
Nash’s pace increased, his control seemingly fraying. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breath hot against her skin. “Now!”
His command pushed her over the edge. Haisley cried out as yet another climax crashed over her, more intense than the others combined. White-hot pleasure seized her body, suspending her. She jolted and reeled with a head-swaying, tingle-filled thrill of ecstasy. How could Nash keep undoing her over and over so perfectly?
Moments later, he followed her over the cliff, his hips jerking erratically as he found his release, filling her with a warmth that had her clenching onto him desperately again.
Their harsh breaths synched up. They clung together in the aftermath, bodies slick with sweat and trembling with aftershocks. He gripped her as if she were the most precious thing he’d ever held, tight yet gently as he peppered her shoulder and neck with soft, reverent kisses. Haisley’s heart swelled, threatening to burst.
As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Nash eased free and rolled Haisley to her side, then pulled her against him. She curled into his chest, savoring the solid warmth of him. His arms tightened around her, as if he feared she might slip away.
Haisley pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. The steady thump beneath her lips grounded her, a reminder that this was real. They were here, together, after so long apart.
But even in the quiet hum of her satisfaction, the weight of her secret pressed against her conscience. Haisley pushed it aside once more. The truth would only ruin them—not only this moment, but anything real that might follow. More than likely, they were doomed, but she refused to dwell on that. Just like she refused to let Nash go again until reality forced her. For now, she basked in the feeling of being loved and cherished by the man who held her heart.
As sleep threatened to claim her, Nash held her tighter and settled his finger under her chin, lifting her stare to him. “The last two years without you were some of the worst of my life. Are we finally going to stop fucking around and talk about what happened between us and why you left?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Haisley’s heart stopped. She didn’t want to shut Nash down. He deserved better. She didn’t want to lie, either. But the truth? Catastrophic.
She settled for as much honesty as she dared. “You scared me.”
His face hardened. “So your sobbing confession over the phone about me being too rough, too kinky, and too—”