Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 168701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 844(@200wpm)___ 675(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 844(@200wpm)___ 675(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Her eyes are on me, and I plainly read concern in them, though she likely can’t see more than my outline.
Before I can calculate it, I’m on her. I’m on her, dragging the long dress up and getting it off her hot, arching body. Her underwear go first, then her bra.
It’s gone now and my palms are filled with her breasts, her nipples pebbling against my life line, my love line. She arches higher for me as I take one tip into my mouth, tasting her skin, listening to her sweet sounds as little whimpers rush from her lips. My palm slides down between her thighs and I find her dripping wet for me, skin out in goosebumps. For me.
Mine.
I dot kisses up to her throat until I feel the raised skin of the mark I put on her. I draw that warm skin into my mouth and suck, feeling my pulse quicken as she cries out. She rides my hand while whimpering some more, eyes filled with lust, with longing.
I could stare at her in the dark forever. Because she’s looking at the outline of me with unbridled want, not realizing how well I see her, I don’t think. Not realizing how well I read her and how right now without the pain she’s been carrying, reading her makes my very essence sing. Because she isn’t hurting right now. Right now, she wants me. She loves me. She aches for me.
I pin her with my hips, driving forward again and again, sinking into blissfully hot, tight, beauty. She’s perfection around me. Her legs wrap around my waist as she digs her fingernails into my back.
My knot snaps out like a switch has been slapped and right now I don’t give a fuck if it stays there forever. I want this. I want to know she’s safe, that she’s here, that she’ll never be out of my reach again. Nobody dragging her from me. No disappearing off the side of a cliff. No clawing at nothing trying to get back to me, back where she belongs. Nobody dragging her away from me. Fuckin’ no!
I roar out as my knot spins and my hot cum fills her. My mouth finds hers and she tastes like everything I’ve been wanting for seven long years.
We’re a tangle of bodies as I turn around to my back and she digs her knees in by my hips.
My little witch’s head is thrown back and as her hair spills around her shoulders, down her back, I take a handful of it and use it to hold on. My knot deflates and now she can move. I help with that by holding her hip with my free hand and bouncing her.
The sounds she makes. The way she feels. The sensations inside me? Profound. Right. It’s all for me. She saved herself for me. She didn’t let any man touch her, not for all that time while she waited until she could finally be mine.
Thank fuck her sister stopped me in the bar that night. Because since setting eyes on her, I’ve never laid a hand on a woman with lust in my mind. I’ve never imagined fucking anybody but this girl. My girl.
My Erica. My Rikki.
I tried to imagine it with that bartender, tried, but it wouldn’t materialize because it wasn’t meant to happen.
I suck on her full bottom lip as I flip her to her back again and rearrange her legs up over my shoulders, kissing her calf and rubbing her clit as her legs tremble. I keep at that swollen, wet clit while sinking inside her tightness over and over. After she comes again, I flip her to her belly and fuck her from behind, biting her mark again, wanting to mark her all over again all over her body so she knows she’s mine, so she knows I’m here, on her, in her. Never again letting her doubt that this is where we both belong, hanging onto one another.
My hands grip my mate with purpose, ownership, because she’s all mine.
I growl the word mine and come again before collapsing on top of her.
I fall asleep with her under me like that.
Exhausted.
The remnants of the headache nags at me, but I fill my lungs with her scent. And her scent is blanketed by mine, as it should be. I feel tired and drift toward sleep again, my chest rising and falling with vibrating purrs.
I hear a sweet little sigh under me.
I press my lips to her throat where I’ve marked her and my eyes close as I sink back into a dreamless sleep, feeling troubled because though she feels good and right, I know there are claw marks scored across her heart from my actions since she showed up here to try to make things right.