Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He started sucking at the base of her throat, and she let her head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the contact.
“I saw you standing there at the store, and I swear to fucking everything that is holy I wanted to ravish you right then and there,” he said on a shaky, deep breath. “But it wasn’t just about having my dick deep inside you, Freya.” He nipped at her throat. “It’s about the woman you’ve become, how beautiful you are on the inside and out. You’re strong, and that was clear all those years ago. And now you’ve grown even surer of yourself. I can see that clear as day.”
“Elijah,” she said his name softly, because honestly that was as much as she could say at the moment. Her throat felt tight, dry, and her arousal was so encompassing she felt light-headed from it.
“Tell me, Freya.”
She loved the way he said her name, all husky and full of unrestrained desire.
“Tell you…” She meant to repeat his question, but those two words came out on a moan instead.
“Tell me what you want.” He pressed his erection against her belly, and she moaned low in her throat. God, she wanted this so bad, wanted him so badly. His dick felt so large against her stomach, so thick and full. She knew once he was between her thighs, deep in her body, he’d claim every inch of her. It would be like she was a virgin again, no doubt.
She swore she felt his cock jerk, or maybe that was her imagination running wild, thinking that the monster he had between his thighs was about to tear right through his clothing. It seemed they wouldn’t be making it to the bed, at least not at the moment, because in the next few seconds, Elijah was moving a step back from her and tearing his clothing away.
She watched as his hard, defined chest came into view. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair on his upper chest across his pectoral muscles and another small patch below his belly button. That dark hair trailed down and disappeared beneath his jeans.
When he went for the button of his slacks, all common sense left her. The room grew still, the air thick. He unzipped his pants, the sound of that zipper going down seeming so loud as it echoed off the walls. There was no light on in the room. Not even the light from the moon outside could penetrate the thick surrounding of trees that encircled the cabin. But despite the darkness, she could see the shapes and lines of his body … she could see the hardness of him.
He must have thought the same thing because before he pushed his pants all the way down he moved over to the small table off to the side and turned the light on. A soft glow of yellow light covered the room, intimate yet almost whimsical. Maybe that was just the haze of lust covering her vision that made her seem like the room was now awash in an otherworldly glow?
Elijah was back in front of her, and in the next few seconds, she watched, as if in slow motion, as he finished getting undressed. The appendage that sprang forth from a thatch of trimmed black hair was just as impressive as she assumed it would be. His dick was long and thick with a bulbous head slightly glossy with pre-cum.
His cock was just as big and powerful as the rest of him. Her pussy actually clenched at the thought of him pushing that large shaft into her, stretching her unused muscles and making her scream out his name in not only pleasure but pain as well. But damn, she did want that pain that would ultimately bring her ecstasy.
She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. He was clearly aroused, but right now, he looked the epitome of control and power. There was so much she wanted to know about him and for him to know about her. Four years was a long time to go without seeing someone.
Even if they hadn’t been extremely close those few years they’d been living under the same roof, he had still been an integral part of her life while she lived in that special kind of hell with Meghan. He’d been there during the good and the bad, but when she’d been in his presence, it had always been about the good.
He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection once more. He didn’t move to touch her, but it felt like his gaze was his hands and he was running his fingers up and down her body.
“I thought about you a lot these past four years, Freya.”
She licked her lips, feeling nervous. “You did?” she asked softly, her hands in tight fists at her sides.