Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I stepped closer, pressing my body to hers. I pushed her hair aside again. “I love how smooth your skin is. How it tastes. Different here—” I licked down her neck “—than here.” I dropped my hand to her pelvis, smiling as her breathing became even more rapid. The pulse at the base of her neck jumped. “And your mouth was made for me. I love kissing you. I never really enjoyed the act before, but with you, it’s an addiction.”
She tugged on her curls, and I shook my head. “Oh no. You don’t say a word about your hair. It’s wild and gorgeous. Unique. It makes you all the more special, and I love it.”
That made her smile.
“And this.” I dropped my hand to the small wisp between her legs. “I am totally addicted to your pussy, Una. I was the first to claim it, and it’s all mine. You’re all mine. You understand that?”
She nodded, another tremor going through her at my possessive tone.
“You know what I love the most right now?”
She gave the barest shake of her head and remained silent.
I lowered my mouth to her ear again. “I love knowing that by simply touching you, talking to you, you’re wet for me. Aching. Wanting me to touch you there.” I paused and tapped the material lightly. “Aren’t you?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered.
“Open your legs.”
She did as I asked, gasping loudly as I slid my hand under the material and stroked her. She was slick, hot, and perfect, her honey helping my fingers glide over her effortlessly. Her clit was standing at attention, begging for me, and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, her whimper of pleasure pleasing me.
“You want more, Una?”
“Yes.”
“You want to watch me fuck you with my hand? Fuck you until you come all over me?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she panted.
“Keep your eyes open. I want you to see yourself. You close them, and I’ll stop.”
“No, please,” she begged.
I pressed on her stomach with one hand as I worked her with the other. I teased and pinched, sank two fingers inside her, watched as she undulated her hips, desperate to be as close to the source of pleasure as possible. And my good girl kept her eyes open, watching herself and me watching her. I pressed on her bundle of nerves with my thumb, adding a third finger inside her, letting my pinkie finger tease her sensitive pucker. Her whimpers turned into moans, then cries of pleasure, as I moved my hand faster. Pumped harder. The silk gave way under my movements, but I didn’t care. I’d buy her more lingerie. She gripped my arms then reached up, grabbing at my neck and hair, her breasts spilling over, the nipples red from rubbing on the material.
And still, she watched.
Then her body locked down, her muscles gripping my fingers as she came, hot and wet, saturating my hand, screaming my name, her cheeks flushed, mouth open, and eyes wide.
Our gazes locked on each other.
Until her legs couldn’t hold her up anymore.
Her body couldn’t take any more pleasure.
Her eyes shut, and she slumped against me.
I bent and lifted her, sitting on the bed. I brushed her beautiful hair back and kissed her face. Hundreds of small, adoring kisses.
“Do you see now?” I asked quietly. “You are perfection to me.”
She opened her eyes, meeting mine.
“I see.”
“Good. Only I will ever see that beauty, Una. You’re mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed.
I gathered her close, holding her. I wasn’t surprised when she fell asleep, exhausted and sated in my embrace. I tucked her in, standing over her and gazing down. Her hair was all over the white sheets, a brilliant wave of color. Her long lashes were dark on her creamy skin and her golden freckles small flecks of sand.
She was even more beautiful now.
I bent and kissed her, a silent thank-you before I headed back to the living room to make a few calls. I would finish that and return to her, pulling her into my arms, and sleep beside her.
The way I wanted to end every day for the rest of my life.
“What sorts of problems?” I asked Roman, feeling tense.
“There was a deliberate fire set yesterday in your territory. I was there and checked it out. I know the owners from our past. They say a new gang is roaming the area. Scaring people.”
“Damn.”
“Then today, another.” I heard a heavy sigh. “I hate to say it, Finn. But when I questioned some people, the description they gave made me think it’s Murphy.”
“Fecker,” I snarled into the phone.
“It’s typical of his sort. Petty revenge. Thinks he’ll hit your bottom line. Hurt those who trust you.”
“I’ll deal with him when I get home tomorrow. In the meanwhile, put out the word.”
“Already done.” He paused. “I’ll help whatever way I can. These are still people we looked after.”