Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
He let out a growl while flipping me onto my back, pinning my arms above my head. His hands and eyes travelled up and down my body as he undid his jeans, holding my eyes captive in his gaze. I swallowed hard.
“Don’t move,” he warned, his expression looking deadly serious.
My heart hammered against my chest.
He pulled my already undone skirt the rest of the way down, smirking, seeing I was commando. He kissed my hip and worked his way over to between my legs.
His tongue certainly knew what it was doing, so I went off like a cannon in what felt like about ninety seconds. Bang, boom; holy shit! As soon as I came, he rammed hard into me and grabbed me by the hair. I winced at the bite of pain as he then he twirled me, moving so his legs dangled off the bed, me straddled, riding him.
He grabbed my shoulders and looked me right in the eye. “Never leave me. Ever.”
I blinked hard and shivered.
“Because. You. Are. Mine.” He hammered into me with every word. I closed my eyes, and I think I winced again because he got my chin into his grasp and pulled my face forward and his nose was an inch from mine and he demanded, “Right?”
I swallowed hard. His eyes softened.
“Say it,” he said softly but there was still an edge to his voice.
It was all too fresh. I wasn’t ready for this declaration. Nowhere near ready. I wasn’t remotely interested in playing this game. But judging by the look on his face, I needed to play it. I needed to play it and then move on from it otherwise the lovely day he’d organized for us would be gone to pot.
“I didn’t leave,” I whispered, chin trembling.
“Why?” His narrow eyes were filled with warning.
“Because I didn’t want to. I told you I’d give you a chance. I meant it, Tommy.”
“You’ll marry me?” he asked, eyes hard.
“Yes,” I answered.
His jaw clenched, he huffed, then he pushed my shoulders slightly back so that I was sort of suspended in midair. He used my legs to keep a firm hold on me, pulling me tighter to him while driving so deep into me that it felt like he was hitting parts he shouldn’t be hitting.
“You can’t leave me, Tia.”
Now it was more like a plea instead of a demand. Was that pain in his eyes now?
I had nothing to hold onto, my abs were killing me. I grabbed at my stomach and he spun me around so that I had the bed to lie on and now he was standing up, pummeling me from standing, pulling my legs up, driving in so deep that I cried out. This was sweet, sweet pain and with the look on his face, the sexy expression… I became lightheaded. He was so sexy I would’ve swooned if I wasn’t already horizontal.
As he plunged into me, he tweaked my clit with his thumb, almost in a strumming motion and the heated stare, the sensation, and the feeling of him sliding in and out at that rapid pace all culminated in a loud moan from me as I hit another peak. But he wasn’t done.
I was flipped to my belly, my ass in the air as he drove into me from behind. Ramming hard, fingers gripping my hips, and then out of nowhere he made a low growling sound and a stinging slap rang across on my ass.
I jolted, dislodged him, but he grabbed my hips and rammed back in, eliciting a squeaking protest from me. He gripped my rear hard with his hand and I didn’t know if I loved it or hated it. His breathing pace changed and then he groaned my name as he came. I collapsed face first on the bed under the weight of him pinning me. He stayed half on top of me for a few minutes and the feel of his breath on my neck, of his heart pounding through his chest against my back, it gave me a weird feeling, a peaceful feeling.
He gathered my hair to one side and ran his fingers through it.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my ear. “It’ll take time for us to trust one another. I want us to have a good day together. Still upset?”
“Not really,” I answered, but in truth I wasn’t sure how to feel.
“Did I fuck you into submission?” I felt him smile against my shoulder and then he planted a soft kiss there.
“I think you might’ve.” I smiled, too.
He rolled me onto my side and spooned me. “I may do that often, you know?” He kissed my ear and gave me a squeeze. “But you didn’t submit 100%, did you?”
I knew he wanted that, “yes, I’m yours” from me, and I hadn’t given it. But, he didn’t seem angry right now.