Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“No one’s taking you from me,” I say at last, voice gravelly. “No one.”
She buries her face in my neck, her breath warm on my skin. “I believe you,” she whispers, holding on like she never intends to let go.
In the hush of the bedroom, with Briar’s heart thudding against mine, I vow silently: I won’t rest until every last danger is gone. I lean her back, until we’re lying side by side on the bed, facing one another. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” I kiss her lips, letting her know exactly how I feel.
We move closer to one another, like two magnets being pushed together. My hand wraps around her, and I bring her underneath me. I keep kissing, exploring her. I start with her jawline, planting soft kisses over her skin, moving to the column of her throat and ending at her collarbone.
She feels so good beneath me. Like she belongs here. And I’d be lying if I said I’m not thinking about a future with her. That I’m not thinking about having her here always.
My cock hardens at the thought, and I press into her body, upset that we’re both still fully clothed. “I need you naked and ready for me,” I tell her.
She blinks up at me. “I need that too.”
It’s like she knows exactly what to say. Slowly, with every ounce of self control I barely have, I remove her clothing. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
She moans a yes, and I remove my own clothing until I’m rested on top of her, my cock heavy and full with need. I push inside her, my heartbeat ramping up in my chest. It feels like sliding into home. Because that’s what she is… my home.
I keep pushing inside her, letting my thick cock fill her up. She’s wrapped around me, her arms squeezing tightly around my neck. Her legs are wrapped around my back, and she’s moaning as I keep slamming into her.
She handles my dick like she was made for me. Like she was born to fit my body perfectly.
“Oh Orion,” she calls out, and I keep fucking her. Feeling her. Needing every bit of her.
“You handle this dick like a good fucking girl. Are you my good girl?”
I press a tender kiss to her temple, feeling the softness of her skin yield beneath my lips, before letting them drift down to capture the bottom of her earlobe. I suck gently, savoring the small gasp that escapes her as she arches ever so slightly beneath me. Even in that brief sound, I can hear how her breath quivers with need, how her heart races in a way that matches my own.
“And you’re going to stay my good girl, right?” I ask quietly, releasing her earlobe and leaning back just enough to see her face. Her hair is tousled across the pillows, strands brushing against her flushed cheeks. It frames those green eyes that seem to glow in the soft light filtering into the room. The gentle illumination highlights the curve of her jaw, the rise and fall of her chest against mine, and that undeniable spark dancing in her gaze.
She nods, her lips parting slightly, inviting me to drink in her warm breath. Her legs tighten around my waist, guiding me closer, guiding me deeper. My entire body hums with the sensation of her warmth and the closeness of our connection. It’s like a current, an electric pulse that radiates through every nerve in my body.
“Yeah,” she whispers, the word trembling on her lips as it leaves them. “Always.”
The weight of that promise envelops me. I feel something shift inside my chest, a wave of warmth I’ve never experienced before. It spreads, circling my heart, winding around my ribs, and filling me from head to toe with a heat that is both comforting and dizzying at the same time. The sensation is so intense, so new. It has to be love—what else could make me feel like this, so fiercely, so suddenly?
I’ve never been one to believe in fairy tales or stories of love at first sight. But now, as I gaze into her glimmering eyes, remembering the first moment I saw her, there’s a gentle conviction that tells me those old legends exist for a reason. There’s something in the way her hand rests on my shoulder, how her fingertips press into my skin with a reassuring firmness, and the way she draws me closer with each heartbeat.
I don’t know if I can name the exact moment it happened—maybe it was the first time our eyes locked, or the first tentative touch of her hand in mine—but I recognize that I’ve been falling for her since that instant. Every time she smiles, laughs, whispers my name, or touches me with a mix of tenderness and longing, my heart swells a little more.