Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Then his mouth was on me. Then he split me apart. Repeatedly.
At some point, when I must’ve had a break from reality, Elden had taken off his boots, his cut and his shirt.
He kept his jeans on, though.
I blinked my way back into existence, staring at his hard cock through his jeans.
I sat up, licking my lips.
“Violet,” he growled. “Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. I’m holdin’ it together. But barely.”
I frowned up at him. “Why do you need to hold it together? I want you.”
His eyes glittered. “I want you more than anything on this fuckin’ planet right now,” he admitted, voice rough.
My insides did a somersault.
“But,” he continued, “I’m not takin’ you now. Not like this. You may not think it’s true, may piss you off for me to say this, but you’re vulnerable right now.” He trailed a finger lazily down my neck. “But I wanted to give you something. I’m also a greedy fuck and needed to taste your cunt again.”
My body shook from the force of his words.
“But I’m not taking you,” he repeated firmly. “Not now.”
I bit my lip in frustration. I wanted to argue. Very fucking badly. But he had made up his mind. I saw it with the hardness of his jaw, that cords in his neck that were carved from marble.Plus, Elden may not have complete control around me, but he would never do anything that he thought would hurt me.
It wasn’t the right time.
“Okay,” I agreed slowly. “But let me give you something.” I leaned forward, my hands on his belt.
Elden grasped my wrist, stopping me. “Violet,” he warned, but his voice was thick. Wild.
I gazed up at him, sinking down to my knees. “I want to do this, Elden.”
His hands stayed around my wrist for several moments, his body strained, his lips thinning.
But he finally let my hand go.
I smiled wickedly, making quick work of his belt and freeing him.
He was big. Which was no surprise. My hand scaled down his length softly, reveling in the way his body jerked at my contact, the hiss of breath I heard from above me.
I may have been on my knees, but I had all the power right then.
“I’m going to suck you,” I whispered, looking up at him. “All of you. You’re going to give me all of you.”
Elden’s face was contorted with hunger, need. He was mine.
So I didn’t hesitate to take all of him in my mouth. He let out a strangled growl as I took him in farther, his hands going to the back of my head, tangling in my hair, yanking at the strands.
He was teetering off the edge. He was going wild. This man who held so tightly onto control. Everywhere but with me. With everyone but me.
That’s what had me sucking him hungrily, what sent one hand between my legs as my desire crawled up again with this act. I moved faster with my mouth, in tandem with me working myself between my legs.
His breathing got heavier, his strong thighs trembling as I worked him and myself relentlessly. I trailed my tongue along his length, languishing in the power I had, in the way his entire body was shaking.
Elden let out a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
As I reached the apex of my own pleasure, he emptied himself into me, and I took all of it, all of him, greedily.
The second he was done, Elden didn’t hesitate to lift me off my knees, walking us both to my bed.
I promptly curled up against him, almost completely on top of him.
“Fuck, Violet,” he rasped, stroking my hair. “You’re my bad little girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed against his chest. “Yours.”
We fell asleep like that, tangled in each other, exhausted from what we’d done. What we’d started again.
What would never end between us.
Chapter Eleven
“He is the most precious thing I’ve ever held in my hands,” I whispered, looking at the closed eyelids of my sleeping brother.
He was still gripping my finger, even in the middle of his slumber.
He had slept everywhere but the bassinet the hospital provided. Most of the time he was in his father’s large, comfortable arms.
Swiss was in love with his son. His eyes gleamed with a fierce kind of love that showed me that my brother was protected, adored.
Swiss had the family he deserved.
My mom, propped up in her hospital bed, barely looking tired and glowing with happiness, had the family she deserved.
She had been relieved to see me arrive at the hospital in the late afternoon—Elden and I had been up at dawn to catch our flight, not speaking as we got ready in the morning—and the trip itself had been quiet.
It was strange to do something as benign as travel with him through an airport. Everyone stared at him. Because of the cut, maybe. But also because he was something to stare at. He was imposing in a way that had nothing to do with his muscles, the topaz gaze, strong jaw or even his badass goatee—one that had marked the inside of my thighs last night—and had eyes that anyone would ache to have land on you.