Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
She rises from her seated position, crashing her lips against mine with a desperate need.
For forgiveness. For love. For a life without pain and regret.
Her grip is tight as her nails scratch through my hair as she intensifies the kiss. For the first time in days, I want more. I want to feel every bit of her. I want to give her everything and make her mine again.
She parts the seam of her lips, granting me entry and I’m instantly hard for her. Desperate for more of her to be bared to me.
She only pulls back from our kiss to breathe.
“Please,” she says and nuzzles against me. “I need you.” Her voice is laced with anguish.
Her small hands slip under my shirt. They’re warm and her fingers are gentle as she moves them to my back, eager to touch every inch of me.
“I need you,” she says again, her eyes wide and pleading. “I need to feel you,” she adds. She kisses the little dip at the bottom of my throat and then my neck.
It’s been tense between us but more than that, I haven’t touched her since everything’s changed.
“Please,” she whispers with need and I’m quick move her out of my lap and lay her on the floor, my hands moving under her shirt to her hips, looping around the thin panties and pulling them slowly down her thighs.
Her eyes are closed, her lips parted as she pants.
It doesn’t take me long to strip down and settle myself between her thighs, all the while leaving kisses along her jaw, her neck, that little dip beneath her collarbone. Every inch of her skin that I can kiss, I do.
“I love you,” she murmurs over and over, and when her eyes finally open and reach mine, she says it with a strength that can’t be denied.
I slam into her, filling her completely in one swift stroke. Her bare back rubs along the hardwood floor as I thrust into her, again and again. It’s an unrelenting pace. Her head thrashes and her eyes close tight as I grip her hips and pin her down.
I have to brace her to take the force of my thrusts.
She’s so tight, so wet.
Her gasp is coarse; her nails dig into my wrists. With her eyes shut tight, her body tenses. She shakes her head and I know this is wrong.
She’s thinking about it.
About what happened.
“Allie,” I murmur and brace my arm behind her back, pulling her up to sit on top of me. I kiss her ravenously with her on top of me. “Look at me,” I command her and instantly her eyes open. She holds on to me with a fierceness, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her head in the crook of my neck. Emotions or her memories getting the best of her.
I wasn’t sure how she would react after what transpired, but holding her now, I hate it. I hate that she’s not lost in pleasure and that the thoughts of what one man did to her have dared to come between us.
I stay as still as I can, still buried inside of her, but not wanting to move yet.
“Look at me,” I tell her again more firmly and she does slowly.
“I’m sorry, I thought I could …” her voice trails off and her shame comes back, but it’s gone the moment my words hit her.
“You’re mine.” I say the words reverently, our shared gaze heating with raw vulnerability. “No one else will ever touch you.” My heart beats hard and heavy, but slowly. “I’ll take it all away.”
“And you’re mine,” she says and runs her fingers through my hair. Her touch gentle but possessive. I love it.
With her on top of me, I move my hands to her hips and rock her. Our eyes still locked. Her clit pressing against me with every motion.
“Slow at first,” I tell her and pump my hips once, burying myself inside her, but still letting her lead. She gasps a moan as her hands fall on my chest. Her small fingers dig into my shoulders.
She nips my bottom lip, letting the tip of her nose brush against mine as she pulls away slightly, but rocks her hips again, making her body shudder with pleasure.
My hand moves to the back of her head, and only then does she look at me. “We’ll get through this,” I tell her, searching her eyes to make damn sure she believes me. “I’ve got you.”
Whatever she asks for and however she needs it, that’s how it will always be with us.
Always and forever.
EPILOGUE
Allison
“How are things going now that you’re settled in?” Dr. Robinson asks me. I like his office; it’s cozy with the dark furniture and a thick rug under my feet. I like it more when Dean’s with me.