Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
He gave a shrug. “Right this very second? Maybe not. But if we started trying in the next year…I wouldn’t mind that.”
“I’m not sure what to say to that. Normally, you’ve got to twist a guy’s arm to get a ring and a family. They’re too objective to understand the emotional fulfillment of children. All they focus on is the things they’ll lose rather than the things they’ll gain.”
He gave a shrug. “If you asked me this a year ago, I’d probably agree with you.”
“What changed?”
He continued to stare at me, that stare becoming hard as steel. He didn’t speak, but he conveyed so much with that simple look.
I swallowed.
“Come here.” He straightened and patted his thigh.
I moved to him, and instead of my sitting across his lap sideways, he pulled me onto him, adjusting me on his lap as his big hands squeezed my cheeks. He was so tall that we were still eye level even when I was on top of him, and those blue eyes made me weak all over.
He looked into my face like he’d never seen me before, never took the time to look at me. Then he touched his forehead to mine, his hands gripping my cheeks in my thong. His eyes dropped, looking down as he held me close.
My fingers moved into the back of his short hair, and I could feel the pulse in his neck with my fingertips. Soft. Slow. Soothing. An old pain ached in my heart, a pain that I’d shunted long ago. Being around him generated an energy that hurt as much as it felt good, a high that I’d never reached with anyone else. It happened every time I looked at him, every time I saw him smile, every time I felt him treat me like a goddess rather than yesterday’s trash.
He lifted his gaze and locked on mine, his eyes somehow bright despite the darkness in the bedroom. He possessed his own luminance, a radiance that couldn’t be shadowed by the heaviest rain cloud. After a quick glance at my lips, he leaned in and kissed me, a hard kiss that had no preamble. His mouth latched on to mine with intensity as his hand slid into my hair, fisting the strands and getting a hold of me like a rider with his horse. His other arm cradled me to him, keeping me secure on his lap as he kissed me like it was the first time he’d gotten the chance to feel my lips.
No one had ever kissed me with that kind of passion. No one had ever made me feel beautiful the way he did. He was the perfect man, on the inside as well as the outside, and it was easy to forget the way he’d hurt me.
Easy because I really believed he would never do it again.
Maybe that made me an idiot, but I didn’t care.
He rolled me onto my back and moved on top of me, our bodies at the corner of the bed. His big hand grasped my thong and pulled it down until my legs were free of the silk. He tugged the front of his boxers down so his big dick could come free. Then we were united in a rush, his huge size filling me completely, our breaths coming out as muffled whispers.
He grabbed my ankle and positioned my foot against his chest, bending my flexible body like I was a doll, deepening the angle so he could make me feel the fullest I’d ever been. When I gave a wince at his intrusion, it only excited him. When he had me exactly where he wanted me, he grabbed me by the throat as he thrust into me, pounding into me with the power of a mountain.
I was possessed by this man, fully and utterly, and I’d never been possessed in the same way by anyone else. He marked me like a tattoo, branded me like a cow in his herd, tied an invisible leash around my throat that only the two of us could see.
“You’re mine, baby.” His fingers tightened on my throat a little more, almost cutting off my air.
His deep voice was like an addictive drug, so sexy it made me feel weak. My eyes closed, and I savored the way he spoke, locking it in the vault of my mind to treasure always.
“Say it.”
My eyes opened again.
“Say it, baby.”
“I’m yours…”
“Louder.”
I tried to project my voice with his fingers firmly against my throat. I pushed through the pressure and let my voice sing. “I’m yours.”
The valet tried to open the door for me, but Axel got there and shooed him away. “I got it.” He opened the door and gave me his hand, helping me from the low seat to my feet. When we stepped onto the sidewalk, Axel tossed the valet the keys and then guided me to the entryway. There was a line of people, another party with champagne and gowns and tuxes.