Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Now, as hope blooms in my chest, I’ve never been more glad.
Micah pushes himself up sharply, staring down at me.
“Yeah? No shit?” His gaze is almost greedy, a wild question flicking in his eyes.
It takes all my courage to answer.
“I want to,” I whisper.
God, if I wasn’t already sweltering, I’d probably detonate with the blush ripping through me.
Micah’s smile returns, but there’s more—a warmth in his eyes, melting their glacial ice. He leans down and kisses me, then nips my upper lip.
“Dirty girl.”
I shudder, leaning into him. “I just want to feel everything my first time. Nothing between us.”
“Happy to oblige.” His body settles on mine, his fingers skimming down, tracing fresh warmth over my skin before I hear the jingle of his belt buckle.
The rasp of his zipper.
And his mouth comes down on mine as the rest of his clothes fall away.
I crumble at the sensation of his heat and my own words given back against my lips.
“…nothing between us. Are you ready for this dick?”
I’m lost.
Lost for speech.
Lost for thought.
Lost for breath.
Lost for anything but the feeling of my body tangled with Micah’s, the way his kiss guides me, shows me how to arch, how to spread my legs so we fit together.
His cock presses against me, totally ravenous.
The tremor of anticipation tears me apart before he’s even in me.
Our tongues twine together.
My body goes liquid.
Another split second of hesitation right before his entire muscular frame tenses under my palms, barely held in check like a beast straining on its leash.
“Yes?” he whispers, all animal. “Shortcake, fucking tell me.”
“Yes!” I hiss back, giving him permission.
Giving him me.
Groaning roughly, his hands tighten on my hips as he moves.
As he takes.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Like being pierced with steel wrapped in silk, filling and stretching, pure intimacy and obscenity, wonderful and terrible, leaving me in flames.
He strokes so deep inside me.
My cry becomes a shrill purr as I rise up against him, wrapping my arms tight around his neck, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.
I’m being fucked by a ghost and I think I like it.
It feels like it never stops, inch after brutal inch sliding deeper, caressing me in places I didn’t know any man could reach.
With every inch, Micah kisses me deeper, not just taking me but taking me with him.
“Micah!” I whimper against his lips, over and over again as we flow into each other, deeper with every movement, coming together in vicious rhythm.
I don’t know how I fell into this but I don’t ever want it to stop.
There’s no sound except our racing breath and rubbing skin and the wet slick murmur of our mating lips.
We’re like one animal, moving to the same heat, the same tempo, rising and falling together until this thing between us shreds time.
Holy hell.
An endless crescendo.
My body sings with every thrust that makes me hold on to him tighter still.
I don’t know how Micah managed to get so deep inside me, so fast, but he makes me feel the full majesty of every thrust.
Wild.
Tender.
Lust.
Fear.
Desperation.
It’s like flinging open a Pandora’s box that’s been sealed for my entire life.
Now it’s wide open and everything floods out, washing us away, ripping my breath from my lungs.
Right now, I don’t care if I never breathe again.
Not when all I need is him.
Micah, and this sticky sweet madness we find together.
Urgency, tumbling, faster, falling, falling.
Coming!
“Let it fucking go, girl,” he whispers with a firm hand pressed against my throat. “Give me your fireworks.”
He doesn’t stop as I thrash under him, a punished mess, drunk on his ecstasy.
And my eyes slip open as I realize he’s watching me.
He’s been watching me this whole time, looking at me like there’s nothing else in the world.
For just a moment, that look catches me off guard, strikes my heart, and it’s that moment of distraction that’s his undoing.
He bares his teeth and pours his gaze into mine.
There’s one final thrust, plunging to my depths, where it’s impossible to go further.
His back stiffens like a human hammer slamming into me, a reverberating strike.
“Fuuuck!” He’s roaring when his cock swells.
His eyes pinch shut, his head whips back, his fingers bite my skin, and his hips bruise mine.
I feel like shattered crystal, thrown back into a full force of a new orgasm before the first one ever finishes.
I dissolve into bliss, clenching and shuddering and fighting to breathe, alive with one thought as I experience the greatest high of my life.
Somehow, I fell in love with Micah Ainsley.
And this mistake is going to tear me apart.
Micah feels good wrapped around me.
I snuggle deeper into the sheets with him pressed to my back, his arm tight around my waist.
The sweat on my skin should be chilling, but all I can feel is warmth from the place where his palm imprints against me to the lingering burn of the bite marks on my throat and shoulders.