Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
I give the open belt a tug, raising an eyebrow. “Would you like me to show you how serious?”
Damn if her eyes don’t sparkle in anticipation, even if she does remove her shoes before turning around and sweeping her hair over her shoulder. “Can I get some help?”
Can she? I’m of half a mind to shred the damn dress, that eager to touch her. I settle for lowering the zipper, then allowing the backs of my fingers to dance along the smooth line of her back, savoring the way she shivers.
She lets the dress fall as she turns while I finish stripping without taking my eyes off her. How could I when she’s a wet dream come to life? And mine, every inch of her, from the perky tits to the sweet, plump pussy she exposes upon removing her panties, and the slim legs I’m practically salivating to feel wrapped around my waist.
The shower’s running hot, the stall full of steam, which billows out once I open the door. She follows me inside without a word, as wrapped up in the moment as I am. I could lead her out the window, and she might follow under the spell of lust and the deep, undying connection we share.
Watching her step under the showerhead and tip her head back until water runs over her hair, I can’t help but remember the asshole whose face I rearranged. He could never have her this way. He isn’t remotely man enough. She could never belong to him.
The sight of the water running in rivers over her tits, hips, and ass leaves me stroking myself. “I could jerk off to the sight of you. You’re almost too perfect.” And all for me.
I’d rather touch her than myself, so I join her beneath the steamy spray and tip her head back until our mouths align. She blinks away water, smiling as her arms wind around my waist. “I love you.”
“And you are my entire world.” Cupping the back of her head in my hand, I brush my lips against hers—gently, teasingly—until she parts her lips and groans. So needy. So easy to excite.
So mine.
Only mine. No one is taking her from me. Ever.
“Ren…” Her whisper is soft, sweet, dripping desire just as surely as her pussy’s dripping in anticipation. “Touch me. Please.”
Not that I need the invitation.
I can’t keep my hands off her, running them over her slippery skin, my hunger growing with every touch until there’s no choice but to shove her against the marble wall. She gasps—from the force or maybe the sensation of cool marble against her hot skin.
The sound fills the stall regardless of the reason, cut off when I cover her mouth with mine and thrust my tongue inside.
Plundering, pillaging, the victorious conqueror and his conquest. Who am I kidding? I conquered her a long time ago—just as she conquered me.
Her pussy draws me in like a flame drawing a moth to fire. I have no choice but to touch her there, where she’s wetter than the skin now being pummeled by the hot, steamy spray.
It turned her on, watching me beat the shit out of that guy for her sake.
“You never have to worry, angel,” I whisper over the sound of her helpless moans, fingers delving through her sopping folds.
Two fingers slide easily into her slick heat, causing her back to arch, her body melting against mine as if I hit the magic button to make it do so.
“You’ll always be mine,” I rasp against her ear while she moans into mine, riding my fingers like she’ll ride my cock soon. “Always. No one will take you from me.”
Her nails rake over my back, hips jerking frantically to meet my fingers. She’s already so close—her body responding even more strongly than I imagined, and the thought leaves me fucking her mercilessly with my fingers.
“Say it,” I growl over her animal moans. “You’re mine. No one takes you from me, angel.”
Her mouth falls open, and her brow creases like she’s concentrating hard. “Yours,” she whines.
Not good enough. “No one takes you from me. Right?”
Her head bobs up and down frantically while her breath comes faster and faster, her body tight and tensed.
“Yes! Oh, please, I’m going to come. Let me come.”
No. I pull my fingers from her tight channel.
Her eyes fly open, a moan dying on her lips. “No, no! Please!” Pain sizzles across my shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh. “I’m so close.”
“Not until you give me what I want.”
When all she can do is blink rapidly, her chest still heaving, the hand I close around her throat seems to bring her back to reality.
As does the presence of my cock. I impale her on it with one sure stroke, lifting her onto her tiptoes. She’s entirely mine, body and soul, locked with me. Her very life is in my hands—a squeeze of her throat reminds her of this, causing her eyes to widen in surprise.