Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I shout his name, rocking my hips against his face as he licks and sucks and teaches my body to sing for him. It does. Oh, God. It does. He spreads my legs wide, forcing his tongue into my hole. He uses it like a cock, fucking me with it until I'm babbling his name and pleading for mercy.
He doesn't have any for me. I don't think he's capable of it. He grinds his hips against the mattress, coming back for another taste again and again. I shatter apart, exploding into nothing. He doesn't stop. He keeps eating me, demanding another. I can't give it to him, I know I can't.
But I do anyway, letting him wring it out of me with his wicked tongue and those honey lips and those devilish fingers. He uses all three like weapons of mass destruction, annihilating me with them again and then a third time.
I scream as I crack apart, falling to dust. I shake and shiver and moan, riding a current of pleasure that goes on endlessly, stretching into forever.
I'm still floating when Crue pulls me into his arms, pressing his naked body to mine. His lips touch mine, breathing life back into me. I groan, tasting myself on him. I shouldn't like it, yet I do. I shouldn't want more, yet I do.
I slip my tongue into his mouth, loving the way our tastes combine on his lips. Loving the fact that I'm all over him. He rolls us until I'm straddling his hips, my breasts against his chest.
"I need you to run this show, Éire," he murmurs, running his hand down my hip. "If I try, I'm going to fuck you until you break."
"That sounds like a plan to me."
He chuckles through a groan. "Not your first time, baby. We need to take it slow so I don't hurt you."
"Fine." I pout down at him. "But you owe me, Crue."
"I'll pay in full just as soon as I'm sure you're ready," he promises, lifting me slightly to notch his erection at my entrance. His head falls back, his eyes going glossy. "Fucking hell, baby. I'm not even in you, and I can already feel how fucking tight you are."
"Yeah?" I lean down to whisper in his ear. "Then just wait until you're in me, Crue. You'll really feel it then."
He growls, his eyes flashing fire at me. "Get on my cock, Ireland. Before I forget why we need to take it slow."
I smirk, loving the way he responds to me. He doesn't hold anything back or try to pretend he feels less than he does. When he's turned on, he makes sure I know it. When he's happy, he shows me. He gives me every single part of himself, no reservations. I love that so freaking much.
I adjust positions over him and slowly begin to sink down. My body resists the intrusion for a long moment before the head of his cock finally slips inside. He groans, releasing my right hip. His hand slips between us, his thumb homing in on my clit.
He keeps his eyes locked on my face, watching carefully as I slowly take him deeper, my body stretching to accommodate him. He keeps his thumb on my clit, driving me crazy the entire time. It's an odd sensation, feeling like you'll split in half and simultaneously loving it. It doesn't hurt. I just feel stretched and full to the brim. Yet, somehow, I manage to take more and more.
Tears sting my eyes when my barrier tears around his cock.
"Easy, baby, easy," he croons, still stroking my clit. He holds me still with the other hand, ensuring I don't move. "Breathe for me."
I take a breath, testing to see how I feel. The momentary pain is already gone, leaving behind nothing but…awe. I'm his now in a way nothing and no one can ever change. No matter how much time passes or where life takes us, this part of me will always belong to him. And this part of him will always belong to me. No one else can ever have it.
"Crue," I whisper. "We belong to each other now."
He groans, emotion flaring as bright as the sun in his eyes as he drags me down for a kiss. I moan against his lips, spending long minutes drinking from them, reveling in the moment and the man and the knowledge that my heart is completely full of him.
Little by little, I sink further as we kiss until my ass lands against his hips, and he's fully seated inside of me. I'm stuffed full, and I've never felt more perfect in my life.
"I love you," he breathes against my lips.
"I love you too."
"Show me, Éire. Take what belongs to you." He rocks his hips beneath me, hitting some magical spot inside that has stars bursting behind my eyes.