Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
“Do it,” I whisper.
At the same time, I’m silently pleading that this feels good. But when it comes to Landon, I don’t think there’s anything that won’t be at least a little painful.
His hips inch forward, and his hard flesh sinks into me. I close my eyes and suck in a breath. It stings a lot more than I expected. Landon is big, and it feels like he’s splitting me in half. I’m breathing through the pain when he seats himself fully inside me and shudders.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps.
I nod into his chest, and he smooths my tangled hair away from my face. His gaze captures mine, and it’s so much more intense when he’s in my body. His eyes are usually so stark, but right now, they are on fire.
The green-eyed monster inside me is wondering how many other girls have seen him this way? Does he look at them like this? Do they get to touch him this way? The image flames my already heated body. I don’t think I can give him back to the world. I want him for myself. The truth is so close to spilling from my lips I have to bite it back and swallow hard.
“Tell me.” His mouth hovers against mine. “I want to know what you’re thinking.”
“Have you been with…” I nearly choke on the words. “A lot of other girls?”
His thumb drags along my jawline and dips down to my pulse. “Why does it matter?”
Impulsively, I squeeze his cock inside me, and his eyes flutter in response.
“It matters to me.”
“Why, Kail?” His voice is hoarse. “You hate me, remember?”
“I just… I want to know.”
“Are you sure this is the conversation you want to have with my cock inside you?” he asks.
My eyes are blurry now. God, how embarrassing. Landon sees it, and he uses the pads of his fingers to wipe at the edges of my lashes. He wins. And when I look up at him again, I’m guessing I’ll find that arrogant amusement I’ve come to expect from him. But he just looks… uncertain.
He rolls his pelvis a little, and sparks of heat shoot through my core. I’m relaxed now, and it doesn’t sting anymore. Now, it just feels tender.
Landon drags his lips to my ear and rocks into me again, deeper this time. “What if I said you were the only one?”
My head sinks into the pillow as I try to look at him, but his lips are on my jaw, and he isn’t fighting fair. He doesn’t want me to answer that question. He wants to leave it hanging between us as he torments me with his lips and teeth and tongue. And then, he starts to move his hips for real.
He pulls back and rocks into me. Then he does it again and again and again. Any pain is a distant memory as I beg for more. This is so screwed up, so why does it feel so right? How can the person I hate the most make me feel so good? That good is building inside me like a nuclear bomb.
Holy. Fuck.
Landon bites down on my shoulder and grinds his hips against my pelvis, giving me so much sweet friction, I’m going to explode.
“Let go,” he grunts. “Come on, Kail.”
When his fingers brush against my clit, it’s all over. Starbursts fragment my field of vision, and I free-fall into oblivion as aftershocks ripple through my entire body. I feel it all the way down to my toes. It’s unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. A roller coaster. The rumble of a jet engine. Nothing else can compare to the way Landon Blackwood makes me feel.
Because I’m in love with him.
My eyes snap open, and I’m praying I didn’t say the words out loud. But when I see him arched above me, eyes shut and mouth parted, I know he wouldn’t have heard me anyway. His hands are beneath my ass, squeezing as he thrusts into me one last time. He’s unraveling, body shuddering, chest heaving as his cock jerks inside me. He empties himself with a grunt and collapses onto his forearms, dipping his forehead against mine.
His heart beats heavy against my chest, and I know what he said was true. I’m the only one. I can feel it in the way he finally looks at me. Our walls are down, and for a few blissful moments, nothing else exists. I drag my fingers through his hair and pull his beautiful face back to mine. He kisses me until our lips are raw, and we’re forced to come up for air. When he finally rolls onto his side, it feels like a loss. But I can’t anticipate how real that loss is until my eyes drift to the condom still wrapped around him. My stomach twists when I see the blood there, and I can’t understand it.