Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Her eyes darken instantly, her breath hitching at my touch.
“Hunter…” she breathes, her voice thick with arousal, her eyelids fluttering.
“Make no mistake—I’m a handful. I’m controlling, I’ve got a million issues that need working out, but the one issue I don’t have? Thinking of you first. I wake up with you in my head, close my eyes dreaming of you, and every thought in between is about you or for you.” I press harder against her soaked panties.
She swallows hard, her fingers digging into my shoulders as my fingers continue to coax her into mindless arousal. “Please take me, Hunter,” she whispers, her words ragged and desperate. “I can’t… I can’t wait anymore.”
“Music to my ears, Little Bird,” I say with a slow grin.
She groans, her body writhing beneath me, her back arching as I thrust into her wet heat in one swift, deep stroke, her moan breaking free and echoing in the room. I brace myself on one elbow, my nose trailing between her breasts as she whimpers. I bury my face in her soft skin, inhaling her scent, then circle my nose around her nipple, watching it harden with desire before I suck it into my mouth, pulling it with my teeth.
“I want to feel you everywhere,” she growls, and her words shoot straight to my balls. I try to keep my impending orgasm at bay as I swivel my hips, thrusting into her harder, working us both toward a fevered release.
I fuck her deep, over and over, until her voice becomes a chorus of yeses. I groan filthy words in her ear, losing all control. It’s like watching a wild animal in her most primal state, her body responding only to me, her pleasure laid bare. The walls of the room fade away—it’s just us, lost in this insane, raw connection.
“I can feel you so deep… You’re so big,” she moans, completely letting go of any inhibition.
“Move in with me, Lark. I want to wake up with you every morning and drown myself in your sweet and sexy body every night before I fall asleep,” I growl, circling my hips and driving into her at a new angle that makes her gasp. “You like me fucking you like this, then you’re staying. You want this every night, then you’re staying. You’re not taking what I give and walking away. No other man will ever touch you like this, because they can’t. Only I can make you scream around my tongue and fingers until you lose your voice, beautiful.”
“Yes, oh God, yes,” she cries out, arching against me as her pussy clenches hard around my cock. Her entire body trembles, sweat dampening her skin as her heels dig into my ass, pulling me deeper.
I slow slightly, savoring the feeling of her pulsing around me. I hit my rhythm, thrusting faster, harder, until I can’t hold back anymore. I explode inside her, my hips jerking with the force of my release, filling her completely, draining every ounce of need that’s been building up since I last had her. Jerking off three times a day doesn’t compare to being buried in her sweet heat.
It’s like lava surging through me, and I let out a low, guttural moan as the waves of my orgasm begin to ebb. She threads her fingers through my hair, her nails grazing my scalp, and I drop my head to her shoulder, inhaling the scent of our lovemaking on her skin.
I nip at the soft flesh of her collarbone, my hand fisted gently in her hair, holding her close as we both catch our breath. We’re damp, tangled, and a wild mess, and I fucking love it.
This woman satisfies a deep, primal need in me, one I never knew I craved.
Lark gasps, her hands clutching at my back, her nails digging into my skin.
“Hunter,” she breathes, her voice filled with a mix of need and surrender.
I groan, my cock still hard as I continue to move inside of her, even more demanding.
“Say it again,” I order, my voice dark, possessive.
She meets my gaze, her eyes wide and dark.
“Hunter, oh God…” she repeats, her voice a soft, desperate plea.
The sound of my name on her lips sends me over the edge again, and I drive into her harder, faster, the intensity building until we both shatter again, our cries mingling in the heavy air as she pulls another orgasm out of me.
When it’s over, I pull her into my arms, her body still trembling with the aftershocks. I press a kiss to her forehead, my breathing ragged, my heart pounding.
“Home,” I murmur, my voice rough but filled with certainty. “You’re home.”
She nods, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “With you,” she says softly. “Always with you.”
The words fill me with a sense of peace I’ve never known, a feeling of belonging that goes deeper than anything I’ve ever experienced.