Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Grasping my face, he lifts my gaze to his. The intensity of his eyes causes a whimper to whisp past my lips.
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do to give you any semblance of peace.” Placing a hand over my heart, he adds, “I fucking love you, Rogue.” His words steal the air from my lungs. My heart accelerates, fear and exhilaration swirling within me. A foreign calm washes over me as I let his words penetrate.
“I think I’ve been falling for you since before we even met—when your image smirked up at me from a photograph. It terrifies me.”
“Why?” He unclasps my bra and drags it down my arms, discarding it with the pile at our feet.
“Because when you love someone, you can lose them. And that fear is unbearable. I can’t go through it again.” The idea of losing Callan turns the world dark. I’d be adrift forever in the abyss.
“You’ll never lose me, Rogue. I’ll always find you.”
It’s hard to fathom how quickly he’s come to mean the whole damn world to me.
“Say it, Rogue,” he demands, tearing his shirt over his head. Turning on the shower, he kicks his jeans off and tugs me beneath the spray. “Say it,” he repeats, his voice hard, commanding. I allow my happy tears to stream with the rainfall of the shower.
“I love you, Callan.” Joy expands in my chest. I found where I belong.
Slipping my panties down my legs, he says, “I’m going to fuck you now.” Our bodies collide in a heated explosion of lust, love, and desperation. We cling to each other, our bodies in sync as I wrap my legs around his waist and he lifts me, pushing me against the tiled wall.
Skin on skin, his hard cock grinds between my pussy lips, stroking my clit, flooding my cunt with arousal. My nipples harden from the friction of our bodies dancing. Devouring my mouth with his, I relish in his taste, our tongues sparring. He tastes like warm champagne on the fourth of July.
Every caress gains a response from my body, awakening every nerve-ending. I feel drunk on him. So fucking high, I can barely breathe. All the fear, sorrow, and apprehension that led us here evaporates. We embrace our nature, clawing, biting, mauling each other. Competent hands stoke the fire inside me. His large, muscled body covers mine, claiming me. He’s magnificent. Rough hands fist in my hair, snatching my head back, his teeth dragging across my jawline.
“Tell me to fuck you, Rogue. Beg me to fill you up until all you feel is me and my dick.” His voice is strained. The floodgates of the shower cascading around us camouflages us from everything happening outside this room.
The air around us crackles, the embers of our fire gaining momentum as his hands grope, explore, claim. Those compelling, dark, all-consuming eyes bore into me.
“Fuck me like you own me, Callan. Show me whose pussy this is.”
The pressure inside me is at a boiling point. There’s no guilt, no shame, just a rush of euphoria as he thrusts inside me, fireworks exploding behind my eyes. A collision of senses exploding all at once. Grinding his hips, he fucks me hard, filling me up and spreading me wide. I feel my heartbeat in every part of my body.
Bucking his hips, his girth pushes me to my limit, causing a delicious bite of pain. I feel him under my skin and deep in my soul. My heart flutters. My skin begs for his touch. My hands explore him with a mind of their own, the pads of my fingers brushing over his taunt, soft skin.
“Take my dick, Rogue. Grind your pussy on me.”
Warmth builds in my stomach, traveling to my chest and expanding up my neck, heating my cheeks. His moan against my lips curls my toes and unfurls all my senses, overwhelming me with pleasure and silencing all thoughts until I’m nothing more than sensation.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Rogue. Your pussy’s squeezing my dick—so tight—so fucking good.”
“Your cock is so big; you’re going to make me cum.” His large frame pins me in place as he fucks me into submission. It feels almost forbidden, like I’ve unlocked a secret meant only for the gods. My entire body tingles as he powers his hips into me, his teeth claiming my neck.
“Play with your clit, Rogue. Show me how you make yourself cum.” My hand slips between our bodies to the heat of my pussy, and I tease my clit while he watches. The raw emotion in his eyes tips me over the edge as his fingers curl around mine and we stroke together. My body clenches around him once more, consuming me with an intense orgasm. We stay glued together, his eyes fastened on his cock sliding in and out of me, coated in my juices.