Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Do you want me?” I ask him. I already know the answer. When he bathed me and even now, his cock has been hard. He tried to hide it from me, but I saw it.
He lets out a long, deep breath. “You know I do.”
I cup his jaw and rub my fingers through his stubble. “Well, I want you too.”
“I don’t...” he starts, but I don’t let him finish. He’s hurting. The way he looks now, he’s hurting more than I am. I can’t let his feeling that he let me down come between us. “I need you, James. I need you to take care of me.”
He’s still hesitant, and I lean up to lie across him. I kiss his chest, run my finger in circles around his nipple, and wedge my leg between his. His hard thigh hits me at my core, and I press my pelvis into him.
In a quick move, he pushes me to my back and holds himself up on his elbows over top of me. He’s staring into my eyes, and I can sense the internal struggle he’s having. He wants me, but because of earlier tonight, he feels he should wait. He’s a good man, something I’d already figured out, but every day I learn more about him.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I nod my head. “Yes. I know I need you.”
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. Instead of urgent and frenzied, this kiss is soft, demanding, and loving. He’s taking his time, and a slow burn is building inside me.
I reach between us, unbutton his jeans, and slide my hands into his shorts. I wrap my hand around his girth, and his hips flex. “Addi,” he groans, and I smile into his mouth. I love that I can do that to him.
He pushes down his jeans and kicks them off before positioning himself between my thighs. His hands are everywhere – well, everywhere except where I need them. When I have enough, I pull him to me and wrap my legs around his waist. “Take me, James. Make me yours.”
Ice
Fuck. She already is mine. There’s no denying it. The ache in my heart right now feels that it might never heal. Seeing her hurt is my undoing, but she says she wants this, and until the day I die I will give her what she wants.
I thrust into her, slow and deep.
She moans, and I do it again, long drives into her, and her inner walls are bearing down on me as I go.
“Look at me,” I tell her.
Her tear-stained eyes are set on me, and I move in and out of her. The look we share is more personal than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s as if she’s showing me her heart, giving it to me and saying, Here it is, don’t hurt me.
I try to hold back. But already I can feel my nuts tighten, begging to be drained. She must know it because she tightens her legs. “Don’t pull out. I want you to mark me.”
“Fuck. Yes. Come for me, Addi. Milk me, honey, take what you want.”
And she bears down on me, putting my cock in a vise as I try to move in and out of her. She’s coming, her body taut as she takes my seed from me. The whole time our eyes are connected. She’s crying, tears rolling down her cheeks and fuck, but I don’t stop. I don’t stop until I’ve released jet after jet of cum, painting her insides.
I kiss her then, tenderly so as to not mess with the cut on her lip. I pull back, and the need to reassure her is there. “They’ll never hurt you again, baby. I promise you.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not crying because of that.”
“Then why? What is it? You can talk to me... you can tell me anything.”
She sniffles loudly. “I’ve never been so scared in my life, but you know what? I knew you’d come for me. I’ve never had that before. Never had someone that cared so much about me that they’d save me or stand up for me.”
“I’ll always be by your side. Always, Addi. I’ll hold you up, I’ll stop the pain, I’ll do anything you need me to do. From this point forward, you are my life. It’s me and you.”
Her tears are flowing freely now, but I just pull her to me and let her cry it out. I almost lost her tonight. I can only imagine what those men would have done to her if Knight, Savage, and Wild hadn’t showed up. But she’s here now... and I’m never letting her go.
Epilogue
Addison
Six Months Later
“I look like a beached whale,” I complain for the hundredth time.
“You do not. You’re beautiful.”
“You did this to me,” I accuse him with a glare.