Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Growling, I spread her legs, plying my hips between them, grinding the hard-on from hell against her clit.
Pleasure oozes out of her hot red lips as I shove her against the wall, the shower already an afterthought.
She knows how we are and how we’ll always be.
We’ll clean up after we’re finished, and then we’ll get dirty all over again.
With a shaking whimper, she tears at my clothes, grabbing my shirt and digging her nails in the fabric.
“Patience,” I tease, nipping her bottom lip with my teeth.
She gives me a look that’s too serious.
I almost laugh as I help her, moving her hands over my body and kicking my clothes to the floor. I’m still a walking pile of fading bruises and scars from the surgeries, but I don’t give a damn, and neither does she.
She’s so ready for me to show her exactly how I aim to heal us with every breathless minute tonight.
“Oh, God.” She gently fingers the fresh scars next to my trident tattoo. They’re fresh chaos, breaking across the dragon’s scales in jagged lines. “They must’ve hurt you bad.”
I shrug. “They’re fading, babe. Hardly permanent. The doctor thought they’ll barely be visible in a few more months. I’d say I got off pretty lightly, minus the broken ribs.”
I try not to remember the agony of that rotten fuck’s designer boots coming down on my chest.
The scars on my face were worse, torn stripes that bled for days. Thankfully, they’re healing even faster, and I no longer need to worry about my woman kissing a red-faced mutant man.
For a second, she hangs her head before she looks back at me, stunned and hurt and more than a little scared.
“I’m so sorry, Chris. I just wish—”
“Enough. You know we’re not here to revisit my torture for the umpteenth time,” I whisper, pushing a finger over her lips.
Not the reaction I want.
Grabbing her hands, I fold them around my back, dragging my hard cock against her folds again, teasing away her sadness with slow, raking thrusts.
I scrape my stubble over her throat before my lips find her skin again.
It doesn’t take long.
I’ll always fucking adore how responsive she is, how our chemistry screams made for each other.
Delia melts into me, moaning and sliding her hands down to my ass.
“That’s it, princess. Right the hell there,” I whisper.
Only trouble is I’m afraid I’ll plow us right through the wall if I take her right here.
With a gentle pull, I lead her into the shower, then twist the knob for the rainfall showerhead, smiling as hot, steamy water sprays down on us.
She stands there for a moment like she’s awestruck, curious and throbbing and questioning if I’m real.
Her nipples are in full bloom, pink nubs screaming to be sucked.
Shit, I can’t hold back.
So I push her against the wall with a groan heaving up my throat and take one tit like a starving man before I turn her around.
Delia arches her back, grinding her ass against my dick when I ratchet up the tension, whimpering louder than usual.
It’s so close to the sound, but not quite.
Let me fix that.
My free hand wraps around her leg and dives up, searching for her clit. When I find it, I draw circles on her sweetness, squeezing her other nipple, shoving my lips down to her round ear.
“Is it really you?” she moans, just as my thumb darts across her bud.
“I’m still the same man, Delia. The only man you’ll be fucking for the rest of your life. They couldn’t break me. They couldn’t take me away from you. They couldn’t ruin what I’ll always feel. Need you more than ever, woman. Every delicious bit of you wrapped around me.”
And I’ll have it, too.
I spread her legs and push into her, grinding my pubic bone against her ass.
She cries out as my cock fills her, sinking in to the hilt, the perfect opportunity to grab her wet, dark hair and tangle it in my fist.
While I was laid up in the hospital, I told myself we’d have a nice, slow, heartfelt reunion fuck when the time finally came.
Now that I’m actually here, I can’t dream of anything else than the desperate slashing rhythm of our bodies, this need to find our release together.
We go good and hard.
The shower’s warmth only fuels our frenzy, making our skin that much more sensitive.
I rear back, crashing into her harder, more crazed every time.
Two minutes in, I’m part wolf, driving in so hard I could bruise her.
But I want to light this girl on fire.
I want to burn us both the fuck down and kiss her back to life like the fairy-tale creature she is.
My thrusts quicken, stealing more gasps from her throat. I reach up, gingerly cupping her throat with my hand, before I push my thumb into her mouth.