Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
His quiet, labored breaths gave me the courage to soldier on. I hooked my thumbs at the top and slid them down my legs. Since he was facing the light now, I could see the smolder in his eyes, the hard set in his jaw. He wasn’t my Rocco: the charming, grinning, flirty version of himself who chose happiness. I wasn’t sure what category to put him in right now, and as I stepped forward to straddle him, I decided it didn’t matter. I wanted all of his versions– his pain, anger, and laughs. I knew I couldn’t have him forever, but he was mine until I walked down the aisle. I set my knees on either side of him. His hands instantly moved to my waist as I set my arms on his shoulders and tipped his nose with mine so he’d look me in the eye. The intensity in them took my breath away.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me,” I whispered. He screwed his eyes shut, his grip tightening to the point of pain, but I didn’t move.
“Don’t say that to me right now.” His voice was low, hoarse. From screaming? From crying? It didn’t matter. His agony hit the pit of my stomach just the same.
“I mean it.” I rolled my hips on his erection and moaned from that alone. His eyes popped open, the blue blaze that promised to burn.
“Lenora.” His voice sounded pained as his hands traveled to my ass. “I can’t.”
“I want you to use me.” I leaned in and licked the tip of his nose as I ground my hips again. “Please. I need you to.”
“Fuck.” It was a harsh curse as he squeezed so hard that my body shot up with a gasp. A carnal need like I’d never seen consumed his eyes. It started a fire that licked at my core. “Do you think you can be quiet when I fuck you?”
I nodded quickly. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said I needed him to. Even if I’d been apprehensive, the moment his hands were on my body, I was lost to the feeling that consumed me each time he merely looked at me. Suddenly, I felt like if he didn’t get lost in me, in my body, I might die.
“Please.” I ground my hips one last time.
That was all it took. We clashed in a bruising kiss, a spar between our tongues, our teeth were knives puncturing each other’s lips. He was a ticking time bomb, radiating tension, desire, grief, and anger, and I wanted him to go off inside me. We weren’t alone in the house, but I didn’t care. Consequences didn’t exist in this moment. Just us. As I pulled his shirt off, he lifted and flipped me, so I was on my back and he was hovering over me. He only looked at me for a second before his lips were on my nipples, his teeth biting each one and then the rest of my skin as he made his way down my body. I gasped and writhed. He opened my legs wide. There was no teasing, no drawing it out.
He licked and ate me like a starved man, like it would be the last time he’d ever taste my pussy, and he needed to commit my taste to memory until the end of time. His teeth clamped on my mound as he slid a finger inside me, then another, and another. He drove into me roughly, each thrust of his fingers more and more maddening. I was so wet that I should have been embarrassed by the sounds that filled the room, but he consumed me and I didn’t care. It was pain and hunger, and my entire body hummed with pleasure as he brought me to orgasm, my hands covering my mouth to stifle my scream. He stood and wrapped his hand around his cock. He bit his lip and looked at me as he pumped up and down. I got on my elbows to watch him, waiting for him to get inside me. He didn’t. He continued the movement, pleasuring himself while winding me up. I brought a hand between my legs and began touching myself. He hissed, letting go of himself and dropping to his knees as he sank between my legs again. I gasped at the slow long lick from crack to clit. He continued until he pulled another orgasm out of me.
When he stood, he pinned me with a stare. “Not a sound.”
I covered my mouth with both hands again, my eyes widening as he yanked my legs, brought his hands to my ass, and pulled me up. He thrust into me fully, hard and deep. My body jerked at the rough intrusion, a sound escaping my lips before I could stop it. Rocco’s face was ecstasy and anger, a deadly combination. He grabbed a pillow and covered my face with it. A part of me panicked, but then he started to fuck me harder, rougher, while bringing his thumb to my clit, and I lost all thought. My muffled moans hit the pillow as he continued to pierce me deeply. When my lungs began losing oxygen, I began to thrash beneath him, tears spilling from my eyes. Suddenly, the pillow was off my face. I took in a loud gasp and then another, trying to fill my lungs with air. He slowed down and pulled out completely, letting my body down slowly on the bed.