Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Because face to face meant I could see everything. And I saw the exact moment Vincent stopped trying to hold himself apart from me. His gorgeous eyes had gone dark with more than just lust, and when I pulled him down for a kiss even as he continued to drive into me, I finally felt it.
That more I’d been seeking.
But not just more…everything.
“It’s so good, Vincent,” I whispered against his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his hot, sweaty back. I felt raw and vulnerable. Somehow, I’d lost all control…of my body, of my feelings. Maybe that was why I’d needed to see all of Vincent. Maybe I needed to know I wasn’t the only one going through this.
Vincent’s lips gently skimmed my jaw and then settled over the pulse point on my neck. He had to be feeling how rapidly my heart was beating. Like it was going to pound out of my chest at any moment.
His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping me hard as he continued to plunge in and out of my body in long, smooth glides. Every few strokes he’d shift his body just enough so he could hit that spot inside of me that had me seeing stars.
“Need to come,” I whimpered. I was so close, my body hanging right over the precipice. I’d had orgasms before, but this…this was so much more. It was like my body was finally waiting to be set free after so many years of being locked away.
“Come, baby,” Vincent growled as he settled his mouth against mine. “Need to see you.”
He was there with me. All in. And I loved it. His words were giving me so much more than permission to let my body feel something that it had been denied for so long.
I could feel tears sliding from my eyes as Vincent slowed his movements and carefully slid the head of his dick against the spot. I began nodding frantically because my pleasure increased tenfold every time he did it. I locked my ankles around his ass, digging them into his flexing muscles as he surged in and out of me. My fingers scrambled for purchase along his hot, wet back.
And then it happened.
I screamed in relief as the coil of need inside of me snapped and flung me over the edge. I couldn’t speak or breathe. All I could do was feel as wave after wave of agonizing sensation flayed my body alive in the best way. I was dimly aware of Vincent murmuring things into my ear, but I couldn’t be sure of anything he actually said. His dick pulsed and throbbed inside of me as my body clamped down on his and then he was ramming into me hard, driving my pleasure higher in sharp, angry spikes.
It almost became too much.
Almost.
But as Vincent yelled my name, my nickname, I managed to open my eyes. I saw the muscles of his neck straining as he braced himself above me. His arms were once again holding his body above mine as he plowed into me, and I saw his eyes watching where our bodies were connected. I looked down long enough to see his dick spearing in and out of me. He let out an angry curse and then a shout of relief as he shoved into me hard. His body collapsed on mine and he wrapped his arms around my upper body, clinging to me like I was his lifeline. He jerked against me, his cock shoving into me in short, jerky thrusts over and over as he rode out his orgasm. Bursts of energy danced beneath my skin as my own orgasm continued to surge beneath my skin.
I lost all track of time as Vincent fucked into me over and over. By the time his body slowed and all his weight settled onto me, I couldn’t move. I managed to hang onto him with my arms, but that was it. My breath was seesawing in and out of me, and I felt so hot I was sure I was going to burst into flames. Vincent’s length still filled me and every once in a while he’d let out a little moan as his body jerked inside of mine. I eventually managed to regain my senses enough to lift one arm enough to cradle the back of his head. I pressed kisses against his temple, but didn’t say anything.
What was I supposed to say?
Thank you?
Those words were hardly enough for what he’d just done to me…given me.
The sounds of the night returned slowly, as did the coolness of the ground beneath me and the mugginess of the air surrounding us. I knew we needed to go inside, but I was reluctant to move.
Because reality was returning like a vengeful bitch who’d decided she’d been gone just long enough that you got to see what life could be like without her.