Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“Still wet for me?” The guttural sound of his voice vibrates against my ear, making my entire body ache for him.
I nod against his chest, and he teases me with his fingers, dipping two of them inside of me. I’m swollen with need, and I can’t bite back the sigh of pleasure that rolls over me as I arch my pelvis up to meet him. He fingers me, sliding in and out with a torturously slow rhythm as he sweeps my hair back over my shoulder. His lips come to rest on the tattoo he inked into my skin, and he kisses it reverently. It confuses me. It torments me. I can’t think straight right now, because I’m on the verge of coming undone. My muscles clench around him, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to make it last. Then it happens. He tips me over the edge by dragging his teeth over my neck, sending sparks all the way down my spine.
Spasms rock through me, and I collapse into the strength of his body, allowing him to hold me upright while I succumb to the pleasure. When it finally ends, Alessio takes my hands in his and tips me forward, bracing me against the window before he releases me. He unzips his trousers, and I turn to watch him as he drags out his cock and slides it between my thighs, soaking himself in my arousal. He groans at the contact and air hisses through my teeth as I roll my hips against him, a silent plea.
Our eyes collide, and even with all the unknowns, I can’t stop myself from wanting him. He’s beautiful and terrifying and still perfect somehow. I can’t decide if this is the best way to die or the worst. All I know is I need him, and at this moment, he needs me too.
His palm comes to rest on my back, and he shudders as he pushes the head of his cock against me. I’m so wet, there’s little resistance, but he takes his time, entering me slowly. I watch his face, memorizing the way his lips part and his eyes fall shut. He finds stillness once he’s fully inside of me, and he seems to be drawing it out, imprinting this feeling in his mind the way he’s imprinted himself on my soul. Then his hands come to rest on my hips, and he starts to move, dragging his cock in and out. It’s a slow, torturous rhythm that builds until his primal urges take over, and he fucks me like he’ll die without it. I’m lost to the moment, completely consumed by him, and then he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me upright. As he does, he feels the soft curve of my belly, and everything stops.
I freeze, and he does too. I can’t bring myself to look at him, because I don’t know what I’ll see. I don’t know when or if this will change the inevitable, but I couldn’t bear it if I saw him making that decision. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. His arm goes lax on me, and his palm slides down over the small bump, as if he’s checking to make sure he’s not imagining it. There’s a minute where everything is so quiet, I’m not even sure he’s breathing. Then his lips find my neck, and he kisses me right where my pulse is beating a wild tempo. He rolls his hips, his cock throbbing inside of me, and a sound of pleasure gets caught in his throat.
He doesn’t take his hand from my belly, branding it there while he starts to fuck me again. It feels bittersweet and slightly alarming because I don’t know what he’s thinking. Maybe I’m just delusional, but it feels like he wants this. Logically, I’m aware I can’t trust this feeling, but I want it to be real. More than anything, I want it to be real.
I lose myself in him, soaking up this connection while it lasts. His thrusts become more desperate, and a tremor moves down his arm as he tries to bite back the sounds of his pleasure. The tension in his body builds, and I can feel it in his grip on me. He tries to resist it. He tries to make it last, but inevitably, he surrenders with an agonized groan. His cock pulses inside of me, and he doesn’t bother to pull out. Warmth fills me, and he milks out his release, his hips rolling against me until it becomes too much. When he stills, he doesn’t let go of me. He holds me against him for so long I don’t know what to think.
“That was a careless mistake you made.” His gravelly voice penetrates the silence. “Logging into your email on your new phone. You’re too clever for that, Natalia. It leaves me to wonder if it was intentional.”