Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I howl when her nails sink into my skin, raking downward.
"I'm not fucking leaving you, do you hear me?" I growl, ripping through the button on my pants. "I'm never fucking leaving you."
"That's not what you told your brother and your cousins."
"What do you think you heard?" I ask, slipping a hand between her legs. And even though she swore she didn't want me to touch her, she's dripping for me. She can't fight the moan spilling from her lips either. Even now, when she's mad as hell, she wants me just as badly as I need her. She's just as desperate as I am.
That's what we are together. We're push and pull, and crash and burn. But goddamn if it isn't the best fucking thing in this world. It's worth the pain. It's worth everything.
Once upon a time, it scared the shit out of me to realize I could kill for her. Now? Shit, now it doesn't surprise me at all to realize I'd die for her if that's what I had to do. She's in my veins, pumping through my system like blood. I'm hers, every inch, every second.
There's no walking away from that. There's no recovering from it, either.
"You said you were leaving."
"What else did I say?" I jiggle my thumb against her clit, watching the way her eyes roll back in her head. God, she's everything. How does she not know that? How can she think for even a minute that I could leave her again? "Tell me what else I said, Dimples."
"That you didn't want me to know yet, and that you were afraid things wouldn't w-work out." Her bottom lip quivers, a tear spilling down her cheek. And that's when realization dawns. She heard plenty…but not enough. Only enough to make me sound like the world's biggest asshole.
"Baby," I whisper, sliding down her body. "You missed the most important part of that conversation."
"What part?"
"The part about where I'm planning to go."
"I don't care."
"Yeah, you do." I throw her legs over my shoulders. This is not how we should be having this conversation, but fuck it. When have we ever done anything the right way? We don't. That isn't us. We burn too fucking hot to go slow and do it right. We leap first and ask questions when we land.
I'm trying like hell to do it a better way this time—to do it the right way this time. But old habits die hard, I guess.
"No, I don't."
"Look at me, Paisley."
Her lips compress into a stubborn line, her eyes locking on the scratch marks she left dripping blood down my chest.
"Look at me."
"Fine. What?" She lifts her gaze to mine, still pissed. Still hurt. But I see the hope fighting to break through it. She's trying like hell not to let herself feel it, but she can't stifle it. It's too big because she wants this too badly. And that's all the proof I need to know that she's still right here in this with me. She's still wild about me. She's just scared as hell that she's in it alone.
Well, fuck that. She's never been in it alone. Even when we were suffering on different continents, she didn't feel it alone.
"I'm not leaving you. I'm going with you."
The way her face twists up in confusion, her lips parting, is so fucking adorable I almost laugh. But I don't dare.
I don't give her time to say anything, either. I bury my face in her pussy, ruining us both all over again. And goddamn, what a way to drown. In her honey. In bliss.
She screams my name, shattering apart on my tongue. I don't stop. I demand another one, thrusting two fingers inside her and curling them up to stroke her G-Spot while I seam my lips around her clit.
She wails my name this time, clawing the sheets loose from the bed, and then she detonates again, like a beautiful, fiery little bomb just for me.
I flip her onto her stomach before she even has a chance to come down, yanking her hips up high. We both shout when I slam into her, all the way to the hilt. Her head flies back, her hair flowing down her back.
I wrap my fist around it, smacking her ass with my other hand just to watch it bounce and jiggle.
"I'm not stopping until you're begging for mercy this time, Dimples," I growl, craning her head back to attack the side of her throat with my lips. "You doubt me? You'll see just how devoted I am, baby."
"Ridley," she whimpers.
"Nu-uh. Too late now." I drive into her, yanking her back on my cock. "You don't get to stop coming until I decide you've learned. And you get to listen to what I have to say while you do it."
She sobs wordlessly as I pound into her, forcing her right to the edge. I throw her over the side with a powerful snap of my hips.