Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, hardly aware of anything anymore except the feeling between my legs.
The heat gets even more intense, and our movements become more frantic.
We’re chasing an eruption.
Reaching up, I take his face in my hands, then drag my fingernails through the silver of his hair. He’s getting closer too.
I can hear it, feel it in his thrusts, both of us rushing toward an explosion that will change everything.
With a possessive snarl, he arches his back, pushes all the way inside of me, pushes deep until he’s buried to the hilt, and his intense eyes roar at me to finish.
“Cream all over… my dick,” he grunts, pushing the words past his tangled lust.
I moan as his words trigger a release in me, the solar flares all clashing into one spot and burning like the flames will never go out, or the heat will never stop blazing inside of me.
I disappear into the orgasm, consumed by it, my whole body shaking as pleasure like I never dreamed existed riots through me.
The pleasure comes from feeling his seed spilling into me as if I can sense the life surging into me.
But it also comes from the way he snarls, telling me he’s never felt anything like this. So even if he’s not a virgin, this pleasure is new for him, this connection, and it just makes it so much more special.
I throw my arms around him as he collapses atop me, his groans tinging with release as he pushes deeper as if he wants no space between us.
“Forever,” he pants in my ear, as our bodies start to slow, the orgasmic kisses of pleasure getting further and further apart, but the tremors not stopping, still plucking at me with euphoria. “Forever, forever.”
“Me and you,” I whisper, running my hands up and down his solid back. “Just us, forever.”
Finally, he rolls aside, gently pulling me into his arms and cradling me.
I lay my cheek against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat, marking this moment, so I’ll remember it forever, the smell of his sex-scented body, the firm feel of him, the sound of his breathing, and the pleasure still pulsing between my legs.
I’ll always remember giving myself to this man.
My man.
I’m never looking back.
CHAPTER 26
Killian
“When’s the final session?” Andrea asks, sipping on a cup of coffee as she strokes Speeder on the top of the head.
Speeder sits next to her on the armchair, his head tilts toward her touch. I don’t answer right away, instead taking a moment to appreciate how well Andrea’s doing.
It’s only been two weeks since mine and Mia’s first time, two weeks since Andrea started intensive daily therapy, and already she’s improving.
She’s started to do what Mia always says….
“I want to take steps toward what freaks me out, not away from it.”
“This afternoon,” I tell Andrea. “I just wanted to double-check.”
Andrea looks around the living room, then down at Speeder. I get the sense that she’s not taking in my apartment but rather the security I’m able to offer her and her daughter. Of course, Mia and I have talked about getting Andrea her own place, and we will, but only once she’s ready.
I could live in a house full of people as long as I had my woman to hold at night.
“You don’t have to double-check anything,” Andrea says after a pause. “You already have my blessing.”
My soul soars.
After saying goodbye to Speeder, I head to the office.
Are we still on for later? Mia texts me.
She’s working from a café this morning. It was a big deal for her, but she did it, rushing out the door like she was scared she was going to turn back.
Pride whelmed in me as I watched her go.
Yes, I reply, as uncharacteristic nerves touch me. I wouldn’t miss it.
I take care with the tattoo, even more so than my usual clients.
Partly because it’s so distracting to tattoo my woman, struggling to keep my instincts at bay when she’s lying flat on my table, on her back, her legs exposed as I tenderly apply the needle.
Most of the piece is done now, the silhouette of her father standing at the door with darkness and depression behind him… and a whole new world, brightness, color, and love through the door.
The future that my woman is bravely walking toward each and every day.
And I’ll always be here to guide, support, and protect her.
“I thought it would be more painful than this,” she murmurs.
“Remember what I said?” I smirk as I gently brush her skin. “You’re tougher than you think, butterfly.”
I can sense her smiling without looking up at her. If I look up into her eyes, I’ll stand, then lean down, press my lips against hers and kiss her hard, possessively, until the lust takes over like it does every time.
Ever since our first time, we lose ourselves constantly, the captivation and the closeness making it impossible not to sink into fresh lust, always driven by our desire to create a family.