Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
I leaned up this time to snag the back of his neck and force him down on top of me. At least I tried to.
I frowned when Colby resisted.
“Not so fast,” Colby murmured. “Need to get you ready.” His fingers trailed along the top of my corset, down to where my nipples were rock hard underneath the lace. “Need to see you.”
His words were cold water washing over me, the oxygen leaving my lungs and my heart constricting uncomfortably.
“You don’t need to do any of that,” I bit out, narrowing my eyes at him. “And you are not the one in charge here.” I put more pressure on the back of his neck. “I want your cock inside of me. Now.”
Colby stiffened, his eyes dark. I knew him well enough to understand that he was hungry for me, fucking starving—plus, he was hard as a rock—but he was holding on to that bullshit duty he felt to take care of me.
“Colby,” I murmured, my body ready to break out in trembles if we lingered in this standstill too long. “Please.”
Colby stared at me for a moment. “Fuck,” he blew out a heavy sigh.
For a second, I worried that meant he’d changed his mind.
But it was a short second.
Colby’s mouth crashed into mine once more, and we fell back on the bed, him on top of me, bracing himself so I didn’t take his full weight.
The kiss was nice. Better than nice. Colby and I might’ve had our problems, but we never had an issue with our chemistry.
He was a good kisser. A fucking great kisser.
But even he wasn’t great enough to chase away memories.
His putrid mouth was against mine. I wasn’t even strong enough to bite his tongue like I did last time. He’d punished me for that. I tasted copper. My own blood. His lips were gone, but his hands were there, forcing my mouth open as he poured something down my throat. I gagged as I swallowed, my stomach spasming.
“Sariah,” Colby’s voice was firm, strong. An anchor to the current moment, something I could use to pull myself out of the past.
But it wasn’t enough to hide my reaction. My skin was ice cold, my breaths were short and shallow, and my fingernails were gripping him so tight I’d drawn blood.
His face was painted with concern, jaw strained. He was cupping my chin, stroking my cheekbone with his thumb.
“Sariah,” he said again.
Shit. I’d fucked it up now. He was going to stop this, going to treat me like I was damaged, too broken to do anything as simple as fuck without having a nervous breakdown.
We moved in a blur, but he did not separate himself from me. No, he flipped us so that I was on top of him, straddling him, his hands on my hips.
“You’re in control, Sariah,” he said, eyes glued to mine. “You have the power here.”
I blinked rapidly as I struggled to understand. He wasn’t stopping this for my own good like I’d thought he might. No, instead, he was … submitting to me.
My body was no longer ice cold. My mind was no longer in that warehouse. I was here. With Colby.
My hands found his chest, my heartbeat quickened, and my desire returned. Tenfold.
I lowered myself, brushing my entrance against his hard cock, coating him with my wetness.
We both let out sounds of pleasure as I moved back and forth, teasing the both of us, readying myself.
Not that it took much; I was already soaking and primed for him. I’d been the one intent on making this fast, leaving no time for thinking, no time for flashbacks, but now I was the one dragging it along.
My eyes were locked on Colby’s as I ran myself along his hard length, my sensitive body already crying out for release. The cords in Colby’s neck were defined with evidence that he was right on the edge too. His hands were locked on my hips, to the point of pain. I liked that. Enjoyed that he was too far gone to be worried about me. That’s what I’d wanted all along.
Unable to control myself anymore, I sank down, filling myself with him. I cried out in pleasure as my orgasm rushed forward, quicker than ever before.
My eyes were squeezed shut as I rode him, desperate to lose myself in our connection, in the pleasure.
It didn’t feel the same. Sex. Being there with Colby, I didn’t feel the same as I had during sex in the past. Every sensation was more intense, all of my senses were heightened, and I could tell I was teetering on the edge of an abyss.
I chased it, desperate for a release, for a second of escape.
Colby’s hands at my hips tightened past the point of pain. He was restraining me.
My eyes opened, and I glared at Colby. Or at least tried to. My eyes found his then ran over the taut ridges of his body, the beautiful ink covering his torso, to where we were connected.