Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
All of it making my belly flutter and areas south grow wet.
I felt like a sixteen-year-old girl who’d caught the attention of her greatest crush.
And it was a beautiful feeling.
“I love you,” I whispered.
In an instant, his eyes dilated fully.
Then he was kissing me.
Straightaway, I discovered our first wasn’t a fluke. It wasn’t two adults who had been starved for touch finally getting what they’d been craving and taking advantage of that fact.
Oh no.
It wasn’t.
It was about two people deeply in love who’d denied themselves and each other the intimacy they needed to seal the silken steel bonds they’d been creating.
Jamie’s arms closed tight around me, his tongue swept into my mouth, and he fed, not like a man famished, but like a king claiming a feast as his due.
It was so Jamie.
It was also delicious.
I clutched him to me, sliding my fingers into his soft hair, and he leaned into me until we were falling back to the bed.
His weight hit mine, and taking it, I caught fire.
Quite simply, from that point on, my actions were no longer my own.
They were a craven need to have him, all of him.
A need I couldn’t, and didn’t, deny.
I touched him, stroked him, pulled desperately at his clothes.
He arched away to yank off the polo.
Confronted by his wide, furred chest that was now mine to do with as I wished, I went right in to taste his corded throat, trail my lips along his bulging pectoral.
As I did, Jamie worked at my blouse. He then rolled to his back, taking me on top, and sat us both up, me straddling him. It was then the heady sensations of want and triumph assailed me at feeling his hardness strain against me through his trousers.
He pulled the blouse down my shoulders and tossed it away, right before he went in, his lips closing over silk around the tight nub of my nipple…
And drawing deep.
So…very…deep.
I whimpered and arched into the sensations, into Jamie.
Jamie.
In my bed.
In my life.
Soon to be in me.
At what I was thinking, feeling, I fisted my hands in his hair, and he growled animalistically, and as such delightfully, when I pulled his head back and claimed his beautiful mouth.
I was so lost in my feelings for him, in what he was doing to my body, what I could finally do to his, all we were sharing, I wasn’t close to cognizant of any of our fierce, blistering, uncontrollable acts. The strokes. The nips. The scratches. The draws. The violently desperate disposal of clothing.
The ruthless kisses (Jamie’s).
The intoxicating licks (mine).
The ravenous bites (both of ours).
Though I did come to when Jamie positioned me on my back, pushed my thighs apart, then sunk between them, and his mouth clamped on me.
Good Lord.
I cupped a hand on his head as he laved, moaning, “Honey.”
“Precisely,” he grunted into my flesh, a wave of heat scorching over me at his word, the feel of it, even if I didn’t know if he was claiming that endearment for himself, or describing what he was tasting.
I had no more thoughts as he suckled and licked and eventually slid a finger inside, after a few strokes, making it two. He managed to make the act of going down on me voracious and gentle, loving and selfish, arrogant and generous, commanding and sweet.
It was heaven.
I was writhing under his ministrations, the fire building, blazing, consuming me beyond control.
“Jamie,” I gasped my warning.
He didn’t heed it. He sucked hard at my clit and thrust deep with his fingers, my entire body tensed, and then, I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t wait for him, I exploded, flew apart…
Combusted.
I was still climaxing, so I vaguely felt his mouth and fingers retreat, but it wasn’t vague in the slightest when I felt his cock invade.
The first stroke was sure, swift, commanding.
The king, indeed, was claiming his due.
I moaned at the feel, the stretch, the need to accommodate his size and circled him with both arms and legs.
He then did what he’d been doing from the start.
He made love to me at the same time he was fucking me.
I opened my eyes and saw only him, his rugged features having turned savage in the sex act.
He was just…
Extraordinary.
“Harder,” I whispered.
Jamie obliged.
“Faster,” I breathed.
Jamie drilled into me.
God, I’d feel fucked for the next week with how brutal he was taking me.
I adored it.
To communicate that, I raked my nails up his back until I could fist my hand in his hair while I clamped the other to the tight curve of his clenching and releasing ass.
“Again,” he growled his order.
He wanted me to climax again?
“I—”
He cut off what I was going to say by dipping in and nipping my lower lip sharply.
I tasted him and me in the enchanting, vicious bite, so I tightened around him everywhere.
He grunted at the feel and released my lip.