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)
When his eyes open again, the blue is darker, more striking against his skin, and he stands, popping the button on his jeans to lower them along with his boxers. His cock springs free, standing heavily between his legs.
It appears angry, the head red and swollen with need. He crawls up the length of my body, blanketing me with his warmth. Placing a kiss on the side of my mouth, he arranges himself between my thighs.
This is where he belongs, cradled by my body, my arms and legs wrapped around him while he positions his dripping head at my still-quivering entrance.
This is it. My body tenses with anticipation while my heart thumps like a hammer, threatening to burst free of my chest.
If it were anyone but him looking down at me and anyone else’s heart racing against my chest, I might be afraid. I might close my eyes and brace myself, waiting for the pain to pass. Hoping it would happen quickly.
But it’s Ren. It’s his familiar eyes and his beloved face.
“This is it, angel. Your last chance to be free. After this, you’re mine forever,” he whispers against my mouth.
If I didn’t love him before, I would be hopelessly, completely his now. This simple act of pausing to make sure I am ready is all I need to confirm this is right. This is meant to be.
Cupping his cheek, I stare into his eyes. “I’ve always been yours.”
He smiles. “Good. I’ll be as gentle as I can be, but I can’t promise anything. I’ve wanted you for so long… you make me unhinged.”
I nod, holding on tight.
I don’t care if he’s gentle or not. I want this too much.
Balancing himself on one arm, he rubs the head of his cock through my folds, wetting the tip. His gaze is caught between us, watching himself. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. Taking himself into his hand, he guides himself to my entrance, nudging gently.
Our eyes connect, his hips press forward, and in a split second, the world fills with a burst of light, a single moment of pain wrapped in pleasure that goes deeper than anything physical.
Soul deep.
Finally, he’s inside me, entering me an inch at a time, and I feel every last bit of him as he stretches and fills me. It’s so much better than I ever imagined, better than my wildest dreams.
The pinch of pain and uncomfortableness are worth it.
I’m wet beyond measure, and that makes it easy for him to move in and out of me without much resistance.
“Fuck… so tight...” he groans, long and low, holding himself still for a moment before pulling back and plunging in again.
The force rocks me.
“You’re stretching me.” I groan as the pain dissipates.
“Yes, you’re mine in every single way. Only I will fit between your thighs and inside you,” he grits through his teeth, his hand cradling the side of my face. The battle between gentle and rough winds.
He thrusts forward, and I can feel how big he is, feel the way he forces me to take him, even as my body tries to resist. I lean into his touch, turning my head to kiss the palm of his hand.
I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles to pull him deeper. He’s holding me close as well, and I know he would never let anything hurt me. I can fall to pieces so long as I’m in his arms.
A bead of sweat forms on his brow, and I can see the concentration etched into the dark contours of his face. He’s holding back, resisting temptation, but I don’t want him to hold back.
I want him to take from me with the same energy he gives me.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper, eager to make sure he knows he can take from me however he needs to. “Don’t be gentle.”
“Fuck. You kill me, angel.” He lowers his head, his lips and tongue glide over my throat, and the sound of his heavy breathing in my ear mixes with my heartbeat. His hips piston forward, stroking me deeper and pushing me harder and faster. He’s on the verge of cracking, fucking me like he needs to, like he should.
“Fuck me, Ren,” I moan, dragging my nails across his back. “Fuck me. Please. Don’t be gentle.”
“You’re going to be very sore once I’m through with you,” he announces with a growl. All I can do is smile when he moves faster, driving himself deep, so deep and hard I have to grit my teeth against the mixed pain and pleasure—but more pleasure than pain, beyond the physical, the satisfaction of knowing he’s taking pleasure in me as I do in him.
That’s the last thing that goes through my mind before I find myself reaching the edge of the cliff again, falling over it with a guttural moan a second before the sweet tremors roll through me, my muscles gripping him even tighter than before.