Wired for You (Men of Copper Mountain #4) Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Men of Copper Mountain Series by Aria Cole
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
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But here, now, in the quiet of the inn with the storm raging outside, she’s mine. At least for now.

I press her against the wall, my lips trailing down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin as she arches against me, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “God, Bella… you drive me crazy.”

She lets out a breathless laugh, her fingers threading through my hair. “Good.”

I grin against her skin, kissing the curve of her shoulder, letting the moment build until there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing and the soft hum of the work lamp in the background.

But as much as I want to take this further, to let the passion between us burn out every hesitation, I can still feel it—the faint flicker of doubt in the way her body tenses every now and then, the way her hands hesitate before fully letting go.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my hand cupping her cheek. “What are you so afraid of?”

Her eyes flicker, and for a second, I think she’s going to pull away again. But then she surprises me.

“I’m afraid…” She bites her lip, her voice shaky but honest. “I’m afraid that this won’t be enough.”

Her words hit me hard, but I don’t let it show. Instead, I press a soft kiss to her lips, my voice low and steady. “It will be.”

She looks at me, her eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt, but there isn’t any. I know this is real. I know we are real. She just needs to believe it too.

“Trust me,” I whisper, my lips brushing against hers. “You and me… this is more than enough.”

And in that moment, I see it—the crack in her walls, the part of her that’s finally ready to let me in. It’s not everything, but it’s a start.

And that’s all I need.

My primal instincts take over as I lick her neck, marking her as mine. My hand travels down her thigh and pulls up her skirt, exposing her skin.

"Do you really think anyone else can make you moan like I do? Have you begging for their cock like a good little girl?" I push aside the delicate lace of her panties, my fingers plunging between her warm folds.

"I swear I don’t know if I hate you or…," she seethes, trying to push my hand away.

"What? Say it.” I demand, but she remains silent. “You hate me so much your pussy is quivering around my fingers.” I grin. “Is that why you're about to come all over my hand?" I growl, sucking on the skin under her ear. "I promise you, that's not hate you're feeling, sweetheart." I continue to pleasure her. "Let go for me."

I thrust in and out of her, my thumb working circles on her swollen clit, my fingers seeking out every sensitive spot inside of her. She moans and pants, unable to resist the pleasure I'm giving her. I nip at her collarbone and squeeze her breast through the fabric of her shirt.

In this moment, she can't deny the desire she feels for me. And even though she may hate me, she can't resist the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

“I love watching you explode for me. Make that sexy little moan that I know means you’re coming for me, because only I can do this to you. Only I can fuck you like this with my fingers.” I slide my pinky finger further down her slit, teasing the sensitive flesh just below her entrance. “Make that noise you make when my cock slides into your sweet pussy.”

Her body convulses with pleasure at my words. She arches her back, gripping the countertop, one hand tangled in my hair and pulling hard enough to make me wince. When her body finally relaxes, her limbs limp against me, I pull my hands out of her panties and spread her thick juices over her clean-shaven lips. Grabbing hold of the lace fabric, I tug it between her heated folds and rub against her still-sensitive clit. She gasps and squirms against the fabric, her nipples straining against her shirt. With eager hands, I dip back into her panties and gather more of her arousal before spreading it all over her skin–from her hips to her stomach, up along the matching lace of her bra, and even dotting it along her collarbone and neck.

Meanwhile, my other hand unzips my jeans and frees my aching cock to glide against her slick entrance. I need to feel her, bare skin on skin. She's the only one who makes me feel this way, and I can't hold back any longer. She's been avoiding me all morning, and it's been driving me crazy.

My bare cock slides through her hot lips as I growl and wrap my palm around her neck. My thumb brushes along her jaw as I press her against the wall. With my hips pinning her in place, I thrust into her with a voracious hunger. She groans and rocks against me, reveling in our wild morning tryst.


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