Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Fuck, angel, you are,” I growled, my entire body shuddering at how good she felt riding my cock. Each roll of her hips made her slicker, made her glide up and down so damn easy.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she upped her pace, throwing her head back as she gasped, her pleasure already building as she chased her release. It was beautiful to watch, and totally unraveled me.
Then she stopped.
Her ragged breaths the only movement she allowed as she held perfectly still.
I cocked a brow at her, my own breaths coming out rough. “This is a hard game to play, isn’t it, angel?”
She nodded, shivering, and her pussy pulsed around my cock, making me groan.
“I wanted to try,” she whispered. “The cuffs. I wanted to…be able to be that for you.”
I captured her lips in mine, kissing her quickly. “You’re everything to me,” I said. “I’ve never needed this from you.” I studied her, wondering if that was the struggle in her eyes. “I love playing any game with you,” I said. “But I don’t need it. I just need you. Only you.”
She trembled above me, closing her eyes at my words.
Then she rocked against me, hard and demanding.
“Fuck,” I groaned when she did it again. “I love you,” I said, confessing the words I’d held on to for far too long.
Serenity whimpered, her grip on me intensifying as she rode me harder, faster. She lifted up on my cock, drawing me almost all the way out before slamming down on it again, every time more intense than the next.
“I love you,” I said again because I just couldn’t fucking hold it in. “Fuck, angel, you’re so damn perfect for me.” I looked at her, looked between us where we connected, my muscles clenching at the sight of her riding me.
“Gareth,” she whimpered, all the slicker as she rocked against me, using every inch of my body to make herself feel good.
“I want my hands,” I growled, needing desperately to touch her.
“Kiss me and I’ll set you free,” she said, breathless.
I kissed her like my life depended on it.
And I damn near hissed when she pulled herself off of me, my cock aching for her to come back. She hurried to get the key to the cuffs, and I only waited for one to be fully released before I grabbed her, settling her right back where she’d been. Only this time, I had my hands on her hips, and I used the leverage to position her at a deeper angle, supporting her back with one hand so she could lean as I pulled her into me, the position ensuring her clit was hit with every move.
“Yes, God, that feels so good, Gareth,” she said, clinging to me as she took over control, repeating the move I’d showed her over and over again until she was shaking above me.
“Serenity,” I moaned her name, and her mouth covered mine as she came undone above me, her orgasm drawing out my own at the same time.
She kept kissing me through our shuddering aftershocks, even though we were breathless.
“I love coming home to you,” I said once she’d pulled back to lean her head against my shoulder, her body spent and limp around mine.
She was quiet, almost unnervingly so, but I knew she was tired, knew how much her attempt at edging me had to take out of her. So I got up, gently laying her on the bed and tucking her back against my chest, content to hold her as she fell asleep. My own body was heading toward exhaustion after the way she’d played me.
I’d told her the truth about how I felt, whether she acknowledged it or not. She may be upset that I said it during sex, but I’d tell her in the morning too.
I’d tell her every day for the rest of forever.
Because there was for sure no going back now.
CHAPTER 18
Serenity
The funny thing about being surrounded by guards your entire life was that you automatically noted the weak spots. It was a skill I worked to acquire, but it felt like it was naturally ingrained in me. Which made it all the easier to know exactly where to go, exactly where to exit Gareth’s house in order to not be caught.
Easy might not be the right word. Especially as I stood next to the bed, taking one last glance at Gareth, who slept soundly after what we’d just done.
I'm not as strong as you.
I’d said those words to him several times, hours ago, and meant them. If I were as strong as him, I would have told him to his face that I was leaving instead of writing it down on a piece of paper like the coward I was.
I didn't trust myself enough to not immediately crumble under his no doubt questioning stare if I’d told him to his face. He would give me that look of his, the one that had the ability to see straight through to the heart of me, and I would break. I would tell him the truth. I would tell him exactly what my father was doing and it would start a war where he could be killed or imprisoned, neither of which I could survive.