Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Only then did his arms wrap around me as he moved to take his feet, carrying me close to his chest as he moved through the apartment.
I clung to him, too far gone to care.
My body jostled as he moved up the steps.
The next thing I knew, Soren was lowering me onto a plush mattress, the scent of him all around. His body came over mine, weighing down on me, and the pressure was strangely welcome as his lips sought mine once again.
Again, despite the proof of his own desire pressing against me, Soren was in no rush to move things along, his lips slanting over mine again and again.
It was my desire that became intolerable, my legs tightening around his lower back and my hips grinding up against him.
With a low groan, Soren bore down on me, giving me the friction I was so desperate for.
His head shifted, lips moving up my jaw, across my ear, down the side of my neck, then slowly back up again.
“Feel what you do to me?” he murmured, pressing harder against my cleft.
A needy little whimper was all I could manage in response.
My hands slid down his back, skimming over his heated skin, sinking into his ass, pulling him more firmly against me as I rocked against him.
But it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t what I needed.
My hands moved up, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling.
Soren shifted up enough to let me push the material down.
His head lifted, gaze holding mine as he lowered back down, his bare cock gliding against my slick cleft.
A shudder racked his system as a moan escaped me.
“Soren…” I whimpered, hips rocking restlessly.
“Soon,” he promised, lips taking mine again as his body moved against mine, his length teasing up my cleft to rub against my clit.
His weight shifted to one arm enough for his hand to roam over me, like some part of him still couldn’t pass up the chance to touch, to explore, to commit the feel of me to memory.
His lips broke from mine, hissing across my cheek to my ear.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, making my belly flip-flop.
It was all so much.
Too much.
His smoky voice.
His velvet hands.
The warm, swelling sensation in my chest that I had no name for.
So I clung to what was easiest for me.
The need clawing at me, the intolerable emptiness inside me that I needed him to fill.
“Soren, please,” I whimpered, rocking harder against him.
That sexy little rumble escaped him again as he reached past me toward the nightstand, grabbing the packet, then coming back over me, kissing me hard before rolling us.
As I pushed up to straddle him, he made quick work of protecting us before his gaze lifted, looking up at me.
I’d never seen a look like that in a man’s eyes before.
Wonder?
Awe?
It made those strange feelings wash over me again. And with them, came the strangest urge to cry.
So I lifted up, I moved over him, I sucked in a deep breath and slid down, feeling his thick length slip inside me.
We both gasped at the sensation as I took him in, my walls tightening, desperate for the feel of him.
His hands went to my hips as I took him to the base, his eyes at half-mast as he looked up at me.
I was sure there was nothing in the world sexier than a strong, powerful man looking so incredibly desperate.
I started to ride him, glad to be the one leading as those feelings threatened again, letting me pick up the pace, focus on that need for release instead of anything deeper.
Behind me, Soren’s legs rose for me to rest back against, giving me the angle he knew I needed.
My movements got harder, faster, as I got closer and closer.
The orgasm ripped through me almost violently, dragging a strangled moan from deep inside as I pulsed around him over and over.
I was vaguely aware of Soren’s deep groan, the way his fingers were bruising into my hips, the way he was rocking up into me.
So when I came back down, I was surprised to find him still rock-hard inside me.
His gaze was still heated as his hands floated up my belly, over my breasts, then slid around me, pulling until I was lowering against him.
As soon as I was, he rolled me back under him.
His lips pressed into mine, kissing me for what felt like a lifetime—yet somehow not long enough.
But then he was—finally—moving.
His thrusts were slow and deep, forcing me to feel each thick inch of him.
I thought that, as his need grew, he would start to move faster, to ease the stranglehold of intimacy gripping my system.
But even when I tried to rock against him, he stayed stubbornly slow and sweet. If anything, he may have even gone slower, kissed me deeper.
It wasn’t long before the chest-tightening panic I was feeling at the way he unmoored me, the way he unexpectedly exposed vulnerabilities I hadn’t even known existed.