The Lumberjack’s Bride (The Mountain Man’s Mail-Order Bride #1) Read Online Aria Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Bride Series by Aria Cole
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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All rational thoughts are replaced by primal instincts as I respond eagerly to his every touch and movement. My nails scrape down his back as I moan uncontrollably, completely consumed by him.

Without saying anything more his hands trail down my waist and between my thighs, caressing my heat in soft strokes.

My breathing picks up, my senses overwhelmed by the hard but gentle way he attends to me. His palms wrap around my thighs and he lifts me, my legs lock at his waist and then I feel his rock hard length against my soaked pussy and I nearly lose my mind.

A pit of need coils tightly in my stomach as the desire to feel him inside of me overtakes me.

“Yes–” I husk against his lips, “please, I need to feel you.”

He groans, flexing his hips so his thick erection slides against my slippery folds.

“I love you–Sarah–” he captures my lips as the tip of him breaches my entrance. “I just need you to know that–I love you so much it scares the hell out of me because I’ve never felt this way before, but I never want to go back to not feeling this way again–I’ll love and protect you–hell, I’d end anyone that tried to touch you for as long as I live.”

I gasp when he pushes a little deeper and then he swallows my gasp when he seats himself fully inside of me. His hands cover my skin, exploring and lighting up every nerve ending as he continues to murmur sweet nothings against my lips.

I’m lost in him and feel like I’ve found myself at the same time, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

His thrusts become more urgent as we lose ourselves in the raw passion of the moment. Every sensation is heightened–from the feel of his skin against mine, to the sound of our bodies slapping together in perfect harmony.

"I can't get enough of you," he whispers hoarsely in my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he kisses and nips at my neck. Our bodies move together in an intoxicating rhythm, building towards a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to consume us both.

And when my first orgasm finally hits, it's like an explosion–waves of ecstasy crashing over me while I moan out his name. He continues to move within me, prolonging every exquisite sensation until I'm trembling with aftershocks.

In that moment, there is nothing else in the world but us, our bodies entwined in an unbreakable bond of desire and love.

I pant and clutch at the straining muscles of his biceps as his tongue trails down my chest and between my heavy breasts. He pulls away for an instant, angling his hips into mine to pin me against the wall at a new angle. His lips attach to my nipple and suck fiercely, elongating the pebbled peak further. He slowly builds up a steadier rhythm with his thrusts as he sucks and nips and teases with his tongue. I hold his head tightly to my chest, my body begging him for more even though my nerves are so oversensitive I'm not sure if my body can withstand it before crumbling at his feet.

He pulls at my nipple with his teeth, the pain shooting through my body and landing in a new and delicious sensation of pleasure at my clit. My eyes focus on his beautiful lips as he pulls away and sucks his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes trained at the point where our bodies are connected. He has a clear view thrusting in and out of me, worshipping me, pleasuring me, and my heart leaps into my throat as I watch him watching us, an errant lock of hair falling into his eyes, the shadow of his eyelashes caressing his cheekbones. He's biting his lip so hard it's turning white as I take pleasure from the pleasure he gets watching us.

“Fuck,” he grits through his teeth. He looks up at me and a smile lifts his beautiful, sculpted lips. I capture them with my own. I need to feel them. I never want to stop feeling them on my skin―my body―my lips. He continues to slam into me methodically, as one of his palms slides between us to reach my clit. He massages and pinches and slides his fingers through my swollen flesh and back up again. Choked groans escape my throat as he plays my body like an instrument.

My fingers clench in his hair and I lean my head into the crook of his neck and bite into his shoulder as another even more powerful wave of pleasure cascades through my body, the sensations racking every nerve I have. I cry out in pleasure as his body holds me tightly and he comes with a shudder. I hold him in my arms as his body shakes and he empties into me.



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