Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
He ran his teeth over her flesh, a harsh groan leaving him, his pleasure sated for the time being. When both of them were exhausted, he gave her neck one last lick and slipped out of her.
He kissed her on the forehead, pulled back, and just stared at her for a prolonged second. Fuck, he was so damn lucky to have her. He flipped her over and smoothed his hands over the indentation of her spine, along the curve of her ass, and loved that her flesh puckered.
Gillian was his—every part of her was only his. He didn’t deny himself when it came to her. He leaned forward and started running his tongue over the small of her back, loving that she moaned slightly.
He wanted to memorize every inch of her, have her know his touch from others. She was pliant beside him, not fighting his urge to taste all of her.
“How does that feel, baby?” he murmured against her skin.
“So good,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep.
Over and over, he licked and sucked at her, his cock hard again, but his need was about making Gillian feel good and not about what he wanted sexually.
“Turn over for me.”
She complied, and once her breasts were right there for the taking, he leaned down and leisurely sucked on her nipples. Her sweet moans made him feel like a man, a real man who could please his woman. Finally, after forcing himself to continue memorizing her body with his mouth, he trailed up her throat and licked a path over her pulse point.
“You’re mine, Gillian,” he said, his voice husky, determined.
“I’m only yours,” was her response.
He pulled away and looked down at her again, so fucking in love with this woman.
David gathered her into his arms, and after a few moments, he heard her breathing change. He knew she would be asleep within a matter of minutes, and a part of him loved the fact he’d brought this exhaustion out in her because he’d worn her out in only the best of ways.
He’d never thought he’d have Gillian as his, especially not after he’d told her the truth. But in the grand scheme of things, it hadn’t been the end of the world. He was willing to risk anything, even his life if it ever came down to that, to make sure Gillian was safe and happy. He didn’t deny he had his own issues that others might see as over the top and even wrong, but none of that mattered.
Being together and what she felt were the only things that he cared about.
“I love you, Gillian,” he whispered, sensing her falling deeper into sleep but feeling his gut tighten when she curled into him even more.
“I love you, too.”
He’d never be a man who didn’t worry about her, who didn’t need to know where she was because it would give him peace of mind. But she accepted that, accepted him, and that made him the luckiest bastard in the world.