Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
He deposited me on the bed, his body following mine to the mattress. “Not again, Shortcake. Don’t leave me alone again,” he commanded in between kisses.
“No,” I vowed.
“I need you. For tonight, tomorrow. However long you’ll have me.”
“Forever,” I promised.
He hovered over me, the light playing off his face. He had circles under his eyes, the brown irises almost black. His scruff was thick, his voice raspy. “How can I need you so much?” he wondered out loud. “How can you be so important?”
“I feel the same.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You, Nicholas. I want you.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
He kissed me again, and this time, it felt different. I tasted his want and need. His gentleness. His lips were full and soft on mine, his tongue seeking and exploring. He reached between us, tugging on the sash of my robe and pulling it open. The cooler air hit my skin, and I gasped as he trailed his fingers over my torso. I pushed at his shoulders, and he sat back, yanking his shirt over his head. I traced the taut skin over his muscles, smiling as he shuddered. I tugged on his waistband and he plucked at the arms of my robe, and moments later, we were naked and pressed into each other.
I swam in the sensations. His skin on mine. His tongue in my mouth. On my neck. Licking at me. The nip of his teeth and the soothing sensation of his kiss that followed. He explored my mouth thoroughly. Tasted me everywhere. I had never known how erotic it was to have the scrape of a man’s scruff on my thighs. How it felt to have my nipples sucked and played with or the sensation of a soft tongue on my clit bringing me to a shattering orgasm. He gave it all to me.
I explored him and the wonders that his clothing hid. The tattoo over his heart that I kissed. How he groaned when I played with his nipples. The way his muscles bunched as I stroked him. His hiss of satisfaction when I took him in my mouth, my fumbling attempts met only with whispered words of praise and adoration. He was long and hard, sweet and salty, velvet and steel. He loved it when I caressed along his shoulders or gripped his back with my blunt nails. He smiled in satisfaction as I cried out his name when he slid one, then two fingers inside me, pumping in tandem with his thumb rubbing circles on my needy clit. I came again, our eyes locked while I succumbed.
Then he hovered over me, his face intense.
“I’m on birth control,” I whispered.
“I haven’t been with anyone for months, and I was tested. I’m negative,” he assured me.
“Please,” I murmured, arching my back as he touched me again.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“This will change everything.”
“It doesn’t have to.”
“Yes, my love,” he whispered. “It does.”
He framed my face with his hands and kissed me. Long, slow, and sweet. He settled between my legs, his hard cock pressing on my tight entrance. He bent one leg against my chest, opening me farther, and carefully, he notched himself inside me.
My eyes flew open, my body already tight with pain. He apologized against my lips. “I’m sorry, baby. It’ll get better. I promise.”
He moved, and I felt more pain. I gasped at the feeling. I was full. Too full. The pressure was incredible, and I tensed around him. “I’ll stop,” he murmured. “Right now.”
“No. Just give me a minute.”
He held himself still. I felt his body tremble from holding back. I knew he wouldn’t move until I told him to, no matter the effort it cost him. The pain receded a little, and I nodded.
He moved again, and this time, the pain wasn’t as bad. A small, dull ache I could ignore. As he withdrew, I shivered, a moan escaping my mouth.
“Shh,” he soothed, gliding a hand down my torso and sliding it between us. “I’ll help you forget.” His touch on my clit was light, soft, and indulgent. It relaxed me, and I took in a deep breath.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Open for me.”
I let out a shuddering breath, and I felt him slide in deeper. My gasp was more about pleasure than pain. My body began to respond, and I whimpered his name. He kissed me again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I have to move.”
“Slow,” I begged.
He pulled back, thrusting forward gently. It felt better this time, and I eased my grip on his shoulders. He did it again, and I felt the flicker of pleasure. I looked up at him with wide eyes.
“Again,” I pleaded. “Oh God, please, Nick.”
“Fuck, baby, yes,” he replied and kissed me again. This time, he was hungry, devouring my lips and mouth ferociously. The pain was diminished but the pleasure built as he began to move, and I held on for dear life, unsure if I would survive.