Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
My palm smoothed up her thigh, slow and reverent, until I found the hem. I dragged it upward, skimming her skin with my knuckles as I went. By the time I had it bunched around her ribs, she lifted her arms, and I helped her pull it over her head and toss it aside.
I dipped my head to her chest, mouth finding her nipple and drawing it in, slowly and deeply. Sayla gasped and threaded her fingers into my hair, her back arching in silent encouragement. I took my time, let my tongue circle and tease while my hand trailed lower, drawn to the warmth of her center.
But as I reached her, she pressed her hands to my shoulders, halting me.
I looked up, breath caught. “Baby, what—?”
She didn’t answer. Not with words.
She pushed me gently but firmly until I was on my back. Then she straddled me, eyes locked to mine as she kissed her way down my chest, each one a promise, a claim. Her mouth was warm, slow, and purposeful.
“Sayla—” My voice broke as her mouth passed my navel. “If you put your mouth on me, I won’t last. And I need to be inside you.”
She lifted her head just long enough to meet my eyes, a wicked glint in her smile. “I’ll make sure both things happen.”
Jesus.
Her mouth was on me a second later, and I lost all coherent thought.
She took me in slowly, her tongue flicking along the underside of my cock before she sucked the tip into her mouth, warm and wet and so damn perfect. My hips jerked involuntarily, and I reached down, threading my fingers through her hair, gripping just enough to ground myself. I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning loud enough to wake the entire house.
The world was falling apart outside this room, filled with enemies, corruption, and uncertainty. But right now, with Sayla’s mouth on me and her eyes full of nothing but love and fire, I felt safe, like we could rebuild everything from this one moment. Like maybe, just maybe, we could take back everything that had been stolen.
And I was going to make damn sure we had the chance.
Sayla’s mouth moved lower on my cock, taking me in deeper with every slow, steady inch. Her lips sealed around me, and when she sucked me down as far as she could, the heat and pressure made my brain short-circuit.
“Shit—” I muttered, my head falling back against the pillows. The sensation was almost too much—her mouth tight and wet, her tongue dragging along the underside just right. It wasn’t just the physical pull of it, it was her. Sayla, here with me and alive, choosing to love me like this after everything we’d just survived.
I gave her another moment, my hand tightening in her hair, savoring the sight of her mouth stretched around me. But it didn’t take long before the need swelled too sharp to ignore.
“Baby,” I rasped, my voice barely recognizable to my ears. “I need you. Now.”
She let me slip from her mouth with a soft pop and licked the corner of her lips, eyes dark and knowing. Then she moved—slow and smooth as silk—climbing back up until she was straddling me, her knees bracketing my hips.
My hands found her waist, fingers digging in just slightly, grounding myself in the warmth of her skin. She didn’t rush as she looked down at me, locking our eyes, and reached between us, guiding me with careful intent.
She notched the head of my cock at her entrance and then pressed down slowly, letting just the tip squeeze inside her.
The tight heat that wrapped around me made my jaw clench, and I groaned, hands gripping harder. She was so wet, so tight it bordered on painful. It was perfection.
Sayla lifted her hips and lowered them again, taking me in deeper this time. Her body clenched around me, fluttering with every inch she gave me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her—her flushed chest, parted lips, and how she looked down at me like I was hers and hers alone.
When I was fully inside her, she paused, both of us panting like we’d run a mile. Her hand moved between her legs, fingers circling her clit in slow, practiced motions, and she began to rock—short, purposeful strokes that had us both gasping.
She felt it as urgently as I did, maybe more.
“Jesus, Sayla,” I whispered, watching the way her body moved above mine, how her hips rolled, and her muscles clenched tighter with every pass. I sat up enough to capture her mouth, pulling her down into a deep, raw kiss. Her moan slipped into my mouth, her rhythm never faltering.
She was getting close—I could feel it in the way she tensed, the little tremors in her thighs, and the way her breath came faster against my lips. And I was right there with her, holding myself back by a thread just to watch her fall apart first.