Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Just like the fantasy I wrote in the magical diary.
A moment later, he cups me in his huge palm and pinches my nipple. My breath catches as a cascade of tingles race through my body, lighting me up like a bonfire. My eyes slide shut, and my head rolls back as I lose myself to sensation, to his touch.
This is my fantasy but so much better.
“Look at me.”
I do, and the molten demand in his eyes nearly melts me.
“Touch me here.” I grab his wrist and guide his hand between my legs, where I’m aching and burning for him.
He’s more than happy to accommodate, his fingers dipping into my slit before settling over my swollen clit.
Our gazes lock as he rubs me slowly. I gasp; my breath catches. It’s unbearably intimate, my arousal climbing and my composure slipping away while he touches me and looks straight into my eyes like he enjoys the sight of me unraveling for him.
Awareness buzzes. Sensations overwhelm me. I grip his shoulders, reveling in the taut, solid feel of him as he thrusts his fingers into my aching emptiness. God, yes. I need this. Need him.
He pumps his fingers into me, catching that sensitive spot inside me that soon has me clawing at him, panting his name, and on the precipice of orgasm. How can he take me to the brink in two minutes or less? And can he please do it again?
“If you don’t want me to fuck you, you have three seconds to say no.”
I don’t hesitate. “I said yes the moment you walked in the door.”
He drags in a ragged breath, his massive shoulders rising as he toes off his trainers while tearing at the drawstring of his pants and shoving them down. No boxers or tighty-whities for him. He’s naked, and everything about him is mouthwateringly impressive.
He bends and plants a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my abdomen, then laves his way up my body to lick the hard tips of my breasts before he grips my thighs in his huge hands. I turn my face for his kiss, but he bypasses my lips and nuzzles my neck, breathing hard.
I arch to give him better access. He takes the skin I cede by pelting my throat with hot kisses that send a shiver racing through me.
His knee-melting scent, coupled with his mouth on my skin, are sublime thrills. My arousal climbs even higher when he lifts me, flattens me against the wall, and pins me there beneath his big body.
“The bedroom is down the hall.” Though I secretly ache for him to take me where he stands, rough and urgent, just as I wrote in the diary.
“Here,” Caden growls. “Now. Yes?”
I can’t resist. “Please…”
The word is barely past my lips before his hard cock probes the entrance of my pussy. I hold my breath, so close to finally feeling this man inside me. I’ve craved him for mere weeks, but I feel as if I’ve starved without him for an eternity.
He pauses, staring into my eyes. The moment thickens. The connection between us fuses.
My grandfather clock ticks, and Caden’s harsh breaths fill my ears. My belly tightens; my heart knocks against my ribs. My soul strains to get closer.
Then, with an inhuman roar, he pushes me down onto his thick cock as he lurches up with all his raw force, driving deep inside me. I gasp, the sound long and shocked as he fills me nearly to the point of pain.
“Fuck, you’re tight, love,” he groans. “Let go. Take the rest of me.”
There’s more?
I slide my head back and try to relax. “Yes.”
Several insistent thrusts later, he slides in to the hilt. My pain turns to burning pleasure. The feel of him, hot and large, clasped in the deepest recesses of my body, nearly dismantling me. I wriggle, desperate for him to move.
“More,” I demand.
No need to ask him twice.
Caden brushes his lips over my shoulder, leaving a trail of fire as he eases back. Then he flexes his strong arms and shoulders, lifting me up the wall before he impales me again.
I stare, fascinated, as his jaw clenches and his tendons bulge with effort. He groans, a sound ripped deep from his chest as a pleasure I’ve never felt ignites me. It’s like opening a door and finding electric ecstasy—infinite, bright, and stunning.
Before I even catch my breath, he establishes a hard rhythm, holding me wide open for his cock, my pale legs over his beefy arms. I trail my lips up his neck and across his jaw as I dig my nails in his steely shoulders and rock with him.
My thighs tremble as orgasm begins to barrel down, far bigger than anything I’ve ever felt or fathomed. Breathing? Impossible, and I don’t care, not when my whole body rushes headlong to dazzling fulfillment.