Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Like a savage sin.
Because though I’m not a religious person, this is a sin. It’s forbidden. I’m breaching my ethics, and frankly?
That makes it all the more arousing to me.
When I breached my ethics for my family, all I felt was guilt and disgust for myself.
Breaching my ethics with Falcon Bellamy?
Oh, the guilt is there for sure.
But there’s no disgust.
God no. Only pure need and ache.
Only a wanting that’s more intense than anything I’ve ever known.
And I know… I know that I’m his today.
Whether I’m his tomorrow doesn’t fucking matter.
42
FALCON
She’s like crack.
I don’t have an addictive personality, nor have I ever tried crack, but this must be what it’s like. What caused Eagle to break.
That aching need, you can’t get enough. You have a little and you want more.
That’s Savannah Gallo.
The more I have of her, the more I want of her. When I get her again, it’s never enough.
Today.
But already I know today is a farce.
I’ll want her just as much tomorrow, probably more.
Her tongue is like soft silk against mine, her lips plump and sweet.
Damn. She tastes good too. That spicy sweetness.
My cock is hard and aching, straining. I need to get inside her, and I need to get inside her soon.
The swimming pool.
The hot tub.
Perfect.
I grab Savannah and scoop her into my arms, carrying her to the pool.
“Falcon, what are you doing?”
“What we both want.”
The screen door isn’t locked. It’s kept open for the pool service guys, so it’s easy for me to open it, and I set her down on the deck.
“Take off your clothes, Vannah.”
She jerks her head from left to right, looking around the area.
“The entire house is fenced in, a six-foot fence.” He gestures. “You can see so yourself. Plus we’re isolated on the Bellamy acreage. No one will see you.”
“Oh? What if your mother decides this is a good time for a visit?”
“She won’t.”
“What if—”
“Damn it, Vannah. I’m not going to say it again. Take your fucking clothes off or I’m going to tear them off your body.”
Her eyes go wide, and she sucks in a breath.
“What are you feeling, Vannah? Do you have an ache between her legs? An ache like an emptiness? An emptiness that needs to be filled?”
She squirms, pushing her thighs together.
“I know how to read a woman. I know you ache for me. I know your pussy is on fire right now, on fire for my cock. We can fuck in my pool. In my hot tub.” I grit my teeth. So get your damned clothes off. Now.”
Her eyes still wide, her lips trembling, she unbuttons her blouse, a little slower than I prefer, but if I move one step closer to her, I’ll be ripping it open and buttons will go flying.
She slides the blouse off her shoulders and sets it on one of the pool chairs. She’s wearing a white lace bra, and her tits are lusciously pushing up against it, her nipples protruding against the silky lace.
Just as I expected. She’s as turned on as I am.
“The rest. Unless you want them in shreds.”
“What if I do?” she says.
I take another step toward her. She’s within arm’s reach now. “You think I won’t do it?”
“God no, Falcon. I know you’ll do it.”
“You’re damned right I will.” I grasp her bra, right between her tits, and yank as hard as I can.
It dissolves under my grasp, and she shimmies the straps off her shoulders and lets the torn bra fall to the concrete pool deck.
I cup those luscious tits, squeeze them, rub my thumbs over her hard nipples.
She moans.
“You like that, don’t you Vannah? You like when I touch those hard nipples.”
She nods, her lips still trembling.
“The rest, Savannah. You take off those pants, those underpants, and those shoes. I want you standing naked before me.”
She nods, this time obeying without question. Maybe she doesn’t want another piece of clothing ruined. I’ll buy her a new bra. I’ll buy her anything I destroy.
She kicks off her sandals, and then shimmies out of her black dress pants. The only thing between me and paradise is her white lace panties.
Not cotton this time, but lace. They match the bra I ruined. She slowly places her fingers underneath the waistband and then lowers them inch by inch.
She’s teasing me.
But I allow it.
I allow it because with each new inch of her flesh that’s exposed, I get all the harder.
When those white panties are finally down around her ankles, she steps out of them.
She looks up at me, meets my gaze, bites on her lower lip. “Now you,” she says.
“Now I what?”
“You undress, Falcon. You undress, or I’ll rip your clothes into shreds.”
“I give the orders here, Savannah Gallo.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.” I grab her long hair, grip it in my fist, pushing her head back. Then, with a growl, I descend on her neck, kissing that soft flesh, inhaling her provocative scent of apples, spice, and Savannah.