Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Fight for her, you idiot.
My thoughts are on stopping this wedding as I stand, grabbing my keys and phone, and yanking open my front door.
I must be hallucinating. “Posey,” I whisper.
Before me stands a vision in white, draped in silk so pure it seems spun from the very clouds. The fabric clings to her every curve, a sinful embrace that ignites a fire within me, its heat spreading like a wildfire beneath my skin. I find myself drawn to the intricate lace and beaded bodice, each detail begging to be explored, to be touched with reverent hands.
Her breath comes in labored gasps, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm that matches the beating of my own heart. Tears trace a path down her cheeks, glistening in the soft light like diamonds scattered across a velvet sky. And as she stares at me, her gaze filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire, I feel a surge of emotion so powerful it threatens to overwhelm me.
There’s nothing I can do but slam my lips against hers. And now we're kissing and all is right in my world. I don’t ask her why she showed up on my doorstep looking like something I conjured out of a dream, no, instead I keep kissing her.
I take a step back into my condo, and she follows. I slam the door shut, and my fingers sink into her silky hair. I breathe her in as if she’s my life force.
She breaks the kiss and blinks up at me. “I couldn’t do it,” she cries, and I tug her closer, pressing my lips to her forehead.
“I know,” I whisper. I kiss at her tears, wanting to take away all her pain.
She stops crying. “I couldn’t do it,” she says, but weaker this time.
I place kisses all over her face, on her tears, and end on her lips. “I know,” I say again, pulling her closer to me.
“I didn’t want to be anywhere but here,” she whispers, and my body grows needy.
Hungry.
Desperate.
I claw at her dress, trying to remove it from her body. I need to see all of her. The need to claim her is fiercer than it’s ever been. “Too many buttons,” I whisper, trying to rip the material with my hands. I pull out my pocket knife, flipping it open. “Don’t move,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen as she watches me cut the bodice of her dress. I keep working until the dress falls away in a giant heap, pooling around her feet.
“You’re stunning,” I tell her, seeing her in nothing but white lace panties and bra for the first time. “It pisses me off that you wore this for him.” I point to her panties.
She shakes her head. “It was never for him. It was always for you.” She steps away from her dress, and closer to me as I wrap my arms around her waist.
We come together in a passion-fueled frenzy. We’re a mix of tangled limbs and tongues, trying desperately to get closer to each other.
I push her up against the door, my mind spinning with things I want to do to her. I can’t very well take her virginity right here against the door, but my body hardens at the thought of it.
I continue kissing her, letting my tongue dance along hers, exploring all of her mouth. My hands roam over her body, wanting to touch every part of her.
My mind’s firing on all cylinders as I lead her over to the couch. I need to get her off again. It’s like the thought of it has consumed me since the moment I got her off last time.
Her moans fill my condo, echoing off the walls.
I lay her on the couch, spreading her legs for me. “I’ve tasted you on my fingers, now I need to taste you straight from the source.”
She giggles as I take a step back to appreciate the beauty. Her soft brown hair flows around her shoulders, and I study every curve, memorizing the way she looks. From the way her bra and panties fit tight over her perfect body. She’s breathtaking, and my mouth waters the longer I stare at her.
“Take my virginity,” she says, a look of determination in her eyes.
I kneel to the floor, bringing her legs closer to me. “I’ll take everything you give me.” I lean forward, running my nose over the panel of her white-lace panties.
“I don’t care how badly it hurts, just do it.”
I glance up at her, our eyes meeting. “It won’t hurt. I could never hurt you. I’ll get you nice and ready so you’re able to handle me.”
Her hands flood my hair as I lean my head back between her open legs. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them off. I fling them over my shoulder, and return my head back to her sweet spot.