Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
The same kind I had when he fucked me on the table. And it’s so intense that it immediately wakes me up, my pussy soaking.
We’re lying on the grass together in the middle of the night. He’s snuggling me from behind, his arm swathed over me. And I’m still hot and bothered from the dream I just had … and all the forbidden things I wish I did when he was jerking himself off.
But what surprises me the most is that my hand is right there, between my legs. Was I touching myself in my sleep? Even now, I can’t take my hand away. It just feels so damn good.
Until I notice that my other hand is on top of his cock.
And it’s hard as a rock, swelling under my grip.
My pupils dilate as I turn my head, only to come into full contact with his darkened eyes that are filled with hunger.
Fuck.
Chapter 26
Soren
The entire time she was asleep, she’d been restless, turning around in my arms like she was searching for a way out. But each time she came snuggling closer and closer, it became harder for me to stop the blood from surging down to my cock. Especially when her hand moved between her legs. The flush that appeared on her cheeks was a sight for sore eyes. Soft moans that escaped her mouth all while she was still dreaming revved me up like nothing else.
And then she grabbed my dick.
The mere touch made me hard as a rock.
And I know she noticed … because it immediately woke her up from her dream. But her hand is still there, and the last thing I want is for her to take it off.
Shock riddles her eyes. As she holds her breath, I’m waiting for the gasp. Her hand is still on her pussy, and her cheeks are as red as those delicious cherries back at the House, ones I crave now more than anything. She has a look on her face that I’ve only once seen before … back at the cabin when I fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk anymore.
Satisfaction.
I like that.
I like it a lot.
I hum in appreciation at her newfound hunger, a smirk forming on my lips at the sight of her bewildered face. It’s like she doesn’t even know what she was doing.
But I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.
I lean over her, interested in what she’s thinking about.
Even though I swore to myself I wouldn’t touch her … she touched me first.
All bets are off now.
She attempts to take her hand off my dick, but I grab her wrist midair. A delicate uptight whimper leaves her lips as she sucks in a breath, and I can’t help let out an abrupt chuckle that sounds more like a groan than a laugh.
She quickly retracts her hand from her pussy, but it’s too late for that.
I saw what I saw.
“I … I …” she mutters, leaning sideways on her elbow now. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to, it just happened. I was dreaming and—”
I place a finger on her lips to stop her from trying to explain something that doesn’t need an explanation. I know what she wants. I’ve wanted it so many times since I laid eyes on her that I couldn’t think of anything else. She made it impossible, and it made me hate her.
But hate won’t put that metal back on my body. Hate won’t stop the urge from reigning over me. And hate definitely won’t stop what’s about to happen here because I’m burning with desire.
“Do it again,” I say, tipping her head up.
Her lips part, but she seems confused, so I grab her hand and put it between her legs again. Her whole face turns as red as a strawberry again. Appetizing. Makes me want to bite.
I lean in, our faces mere inches away from each other. “Show me.”
She whimpers again. “I didn’t do it on purpose, it just happened, I—”
If she won’t listen to reason, I’ll have to silence her another way, so I press my lips against her cheek the same way she did to me. Soft, brief, delicate. But when I lean away, she looks at me like I just broke her.
“Why did you do that?” she mutters with wide-open eyes.
I raise a brow. “Because I think you’re nice.”
It’s the same words she used against me, and they make no sense to me. But they make her look at me with such hunger that I can’t resist.
Because I don’t think she’s nice. I think she’s irresistible.
And it’s frustrating to no end.
So much in fact that I can’t stop inching closer and closer even though I probably shouldn’t. I was supposed to bring her there intact, but it’s already too late for that. In fact, I still can’t stop myself.