Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
We’re a mess. My hair’s all tangled and straggly, my clothes are torn and bloodied, and he looks like he’s just come back from hand-to-hand combat.
He stalks into the bathroom with me and slides my ass onto the vanity next to the sink. I know how rough he can be, so when he silently, gently removes my clothes, I get a little choked up.
“Pregnancy hormones,” I say, swiping at my cheeks.
“Then what’s my excuse?” he asks, his own eyes shining.
I brush my thumb across his cheek. “Perfection.”
When I’m naked and quivering, my breathing ragged and my need to be with him making my hands tremble, he stands still in front of me and lets me undress him.
“You’re hurt,” I whisper, reaching to kiss the bruises on his neck. I lift his shirt and stifle a moan at the utterly masculine breadth of his shoulders and chest, his inked pecs and biceps, the raised veins along his muscular arms, his washboard abs. I’ve never understood how simply beautiful he was until now. I’ve thought of him as hot, sexy, and masculine, but seeing him in his naked glory, he looks like a survivor. And God if that’s not sexy as fuck.
My man.
I moan and kiss, lick and stroke until he gathers my hair in his fists.
I still.
“Shower, baby. I want to wash off the memories of everything that happened and I want to make sure you’re okay before we make love.”
Make love.
He lifts me off the vanity and slides me to the floor. Reaches toward the shower and turns it on. When hot steam fills the bathroom, I step in first and he joins me.
I moan at the feel of the cleansing water on my back and lift my head to welcome a deluge of hot water. He lifts a pearly white bottle of shampoo and pours some into the palm of his hand. Without a word, he massages it into my hair and scalp, his strong fingers lathering my hair then finger-combing it, rinsing out the soap.
He kisses my temple. I take his hand and kiss his palm.
We take our time, kissing and embracing in between lather and bubbles, washing our battle-worn bodies and reconnecting.
I stand with my head on his chest as steam rises from our battered bodies. I cleanse the dirt and sweat off him, stifling a choking sound as I wash away the blood from his wounds, all thankfully shallow.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, wincing as I cup warm water in my hands and pour it over an angry-looking cut on his wrist.
“The only thing that hurt was being apart from you.”
I reach for his face and frame it in my hands. His beautiful eyes look down on me with such tenderness, I sigh. He kisses me.
Shuts off the shower.
Wraps us in towels and lifts me in his arms again.
“Is this our new thing?”
“Hush,” he says, laying me on the bed. Our towels fall to the floor, discarded. “I need you soft and gentle, baby,” he murmurs. “I’ll take you hard later, but I want you soft and gentle right now.”
“Lyam,” I whisper on a broken sob. “Oh, God, Lyam.”
His fingers in my hair, his mouth on mine, I part my lips and welcome him in. Our tongues touch, and a surge of need and want and longing nearly chokes me. I want him in me so badly I can’t think beyond the need to be filled by him.
“Not yet,” he says in a low growl, before lowering his mouth to my nipple and licking the hardened, tender bud. I arch my back and cry out as he licks first one, then the other, then back again until I’m panting and so wet, my arousal coats my inner thighs.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “That’s my sweet, beautiful girl.”
I part my legs, a silent beckoning for him to fill me, and nearly groan from pleasure when I feel the silky head of his cock at my entrance. He looks into my eyes, and I stare into his, saying more with a mere look than spoken words could ever convey.
“You’re mine, Cosette. I won’t ever let you go.”
I wrap my arms around him and hold him to me, cherishing this moment that I’ll keep with me for the rest of my life. We look into each other’s eyes before he runs his fingers through my hair and kisses me. I close my eyes and lose myself to the kiss.
The hot length of his cock presses closer.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear. “God, I love you so much.”
His large, warm, rough hand caresses my hip with a sense of ownership that makes my heart pound harder, as he puts his mouth to my ear.
“Give me that pussy, Cosette. You belong to me. All of you.”
“All of me,” I agree, as he glides the head of his cock inside me. I groan at the perfect feel of his hardened length stretching me, filling me, completing me. My voice is choked with tears. “All of me. I’m so sorry, Lyam.”