Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Your pants won’t get off your calves,” I teased him.
“Yeah,” he croaked out, glaring down at me. “Why are they trying to cockblock me and not let me get laid?”
He nearly shouted the last part, and I laughed before gripping his cock again, clenching my fist, loving the sound of his catching breath as he bucked forward. Falling back, bending my knees, I lifted to meet him as he came down between my thighs and took my mouth.
The kiss was grinding, mauling, and I opened for him as he took hold of each of my legs, slipping them over his shoulders, notching his wide head to my entrance. As I curled an arm around his neck, he pressed inside, the stretch a bite of pain for a moment before he took hold of my throat, making sure I couldn’t move.
The possessiveness, the ownership, I’d had no idea how much I craved that manhandling, and it was instinctive for Lorne, to show me I belonged to him.
I moaned out his name as he pushed deeper, not hard or fast, not yet, instead slowly but without stopping, giving me time to get used to the breach.
“You feel so good, Xan,” he husked, his breath hot in my ear as he filled me, moving until he bottomed out, buried in my body. “You’re so hot.”
Always his words, his lips on my skin, his teeth, his hand on my ass, squeezing as he shoved in a bit more and then eased back before he did it again and again.
Riding his movement, I wanted more and begged him.
“What shall I do, honey?” he asked, shoving the pillow under my ass.
“Lorne,” was all I could manage to get out, inhaling his scent, wanting it in my lungs, loving the weight of him against me, on me, the noises he made, and the taste of his kiss.
“Xander,” he whispered, his powerful thrust eliciting a gasp from me, my hands on his shoulders. “Oh, love, you got so tight just then. I think you want me to take you and have you and fuck you as hard as I can.”
“Oh yes,” I pleaded even as my throat tightened up and my mouth went dry.
He never made me plead more than once. He drove to my core.
I yelled his name then.
His laughter was throaty as he pulled back, only to ram back inside, the pounding that I loved starting then, my legs spread wide, held open. I was his to use, and I tried to claw closer, needing him to never slow or stop.
It was mindless, drowning pleasure, and then he used all that hard-muscled strength of his to roll to his back, bringing me with him so I was on top, impaled, so full, lost in the feel of him for a moment, before I bent over, my hair shrouding his face as I rode him.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come if you don’t slow—Xan!”
I was not stopping for him. I lifted and sank back over his length quickly, the sensation incredible, loving how thick he was, how wide, and then decided I’d rather push down, hard, try to get him deeper as I clutched his pecs and tried to breathe around the roll of heat tightening my balls, chasing the release I was so close to.
“Xan,” Lorne rasped, arching up off the bed, hands gripping my hips so tight, clutching me to him.
I squirmed, my gasp loud. He was there, rubbing over the spot, and I was gone, all my muscles clamping around him like a vise, feeling him thrusting up and filling me, and then the hot, thick liquid between us as I spurted on those gorgeous abs of his.
Curled over him, I couldn’t move, every sensation churning through me, the orgasm, the hunger, the connection, and the love because only Lorne could stop my heart and make it beat again. Only to him had I ever given this total surrender, the lowering of all my walls.
My magic unfurled from deep within me, rolled out of me, like a wave, flowing into Lorne, pooling in his chest.
“Holy fuck,” he moaned, shuddering, again lifting up off the bed, shoving in as hard as he could as the magic consumed him, demanding the connection of flesh as it sizzled up his spine.
After a moment, I dropped down onto him, feeling the sparking on his skin before it dissipated, leaving only sweat and cum between us.
He was panting into my hair, and when I heard his rumble of laughter, I bit his shoulder. Not hard, just a taste of his skin to tell him he was naughty.
“I can’t help it,” he whispered into the side of my neck, rubbing his stubble over my cheek. “And your skin feels incredible, all smooth and warm.”
I liked hearing that.
“When your magic hits me, it hurts so bad and feels amazing at the exact same time,” he heaved out, nuzzling his face in my hair, his hand tangling in it, pressing it to his nose. “It’s pure adrenaline, and you don’t even— I come so hard, I’m shaking. You can feel it, can’t you?”