Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Look at me, Bria,” he snarls.
I do as he says, his voice so primal and feral I feel like it’s the only thing I can do. He sounds borderline unhinged, as though he’s ready to snap me in half.
I push that thought away.
He said he wasn’t angry. He said we could try again.
I need to listen to him, not the unhelpful thoughts hammering at me.
He stares at me with a subtle smirk touching the corner of his mouth, his penetrating eyes locking me in place
“Your body wants my seed, needs it. There’s no damn way that sexy body of yours is going to let your nerves rule you forever. Next time, we’ll take it slower. Next time, we’ll take our time. I’ll try to keep the beast inside of me at bay. Okay?”
“But what if—”
“No more what ifs,” he says, bringing his face closer to mine, our noses tickling each other. “Do you disagree with anything I said?”
“Well… no.”
“And do you believe me when I say I’m not angry?”
“Yes.”
“So don’t worry about what if. You have nothing to be ashamed about. Now come to bed. Let me hold you. I’ll give you a ride back to your apartment tomorrow morning so you can change into your work clothes, and then I’ll give you a ride to work. Okay? Sounds like a plan?”
I nod as he takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. As we walk across the bathroom – past the sauna and the marble counter – I squeeze onto his hand tightly, as though any second he’s going to snatch it away.
Absurdly, my sex gives an urgent pulse, my lips rubbing together raw and hot and soaking wet. My body screams at me to tell him I’m ready to try again tonight, but the thought of it sends a corkscrew of fear twisting through me.
Instead, I lie down with him and lay my cheek against his solid chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat thumping against my ear. Closing my eyes, I focus on the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart, on its rhythm, and nothing else.
He kisses the top of my head as his hand rubs over my shoulder, his fingertips sending electric tendrils up and down my arm.
“Nothing could ever make me stop needing you,” he whispers. “Nothing could ever make my desire for you go away. Ever. And when I claim you – when you get past your anxiety and let your body do what it wants – you’ll see just how perfect we are for each other.”
I snuggle closer to him, eyes closed, holding tightly onto his words, and try to turn them into truth.
“Thanks for saying that,” I murmur. “I really hope so, Braden.”
You should have told him to push past the tightness, the pain. You should have told him to fuck you ragged and brutal until you had no choice but to get used to his size.
I push away the voice because it’s sending tempting thoughts.
And, heck, I know I can’t do anything about them. Not tonight.
I imagine climbing atop him and reaching down for his cock, stroking precome up and down his massive – his unbelievably massive – length, and then sitting down until he’s pushed all the way inside of me. In the fantasy, he slides right up to his base.
And I bounce, over and over, locking eyes with him as we reach a shared climax.
“We’ll try again,” I whisper, kissing his chest and inhaling the manly musky scent of him.
Chapter Twenty
Braden
Onset the next day, I lean against the wall in my usual corner, taking five before my next scene.
My mind recalling last night, how I held Bria until she fell asleep.
But I stayed awake for a long time after that, listening to the sound of her breath, wishing there was a way I could make her truly understand that I’m not angry with her.
My seed pulsed as the night wore on, as I watched her chest rise and fall. It tempted me to slip inside of her as she slept before her conscious mind had a chance to tell her she was too nervous, too inexperienced.
She’d wake up with me taking her, crying out in ecstasy, that cute smile making her lips twitch as she realized she’s done it. She’s taken me inside of her.
Of course, I’d never actually do that – not unless my woman gave me permission first – but the image was a vivid one.
This morning, on the drive to her apartment, we were able to banter and share our regular back-and-forth. We were able to forget about her anxiety and pretend like it never happened.
I blame myself for rushing her so damn quickly, for pushing her onto the bed and collapsing atop her like the animal I am.
Next time I’m going to coax her young ripe body, touch her, and toy with her until she has no choice but to relax and take my length.