Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 468(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Stealing her breath and giving her his in return.
At the same time, he began to roll his hips.
Stretching her.
Filling her.
She clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper, but his pace remained smooth and steady…
To start.
But it didn’t take long for his thrusts to lose their cadence. For his breathing to hitch. For the gently gliding motion to become choppy.
She didn’t care. It was still better than she remembered.
And what she remembered was great.
Taking advantage of her hands being free, she raked her nails down to his ass before reversing course and following the same path back up. If she left marks behind, so be it.
His grunts mingled with her moans.
Zeke paused only long enough to grab a pillow and stuff a corner of it into the narrow gap behind the headboard to keep it from slamming against the wall while he slammed into her.
When he covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the uncontrollable sounds escaping her, she sank her teeth deep into the meaty part of his palm.
His breath hissed from the sharp bite but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kept pounding her. Faster. Harder. Driving his cock deep. Doing his best to nail her to the mattress.
“That pussy’s mine,” he growled. “Always been mine, Ky. No motherfucker has ever been in there but me and no one ever should be. All fuckin’ mine. Only mine.”
Every bone in her body melted at his possessive words. They also caused a rush of arousal.
He was correct that he was the first man she’d ever had sex with. He was also right that he’d been the only man she’d been intimate with in all of her thirty-one years.
It had been Zeke and only Zeke.
But he couldn’t know that truth. Maybe he simply wanted to believe it.
However, he was so wrong about her pussy belonging to him.
He didn’t own it. He couldn’t stake that claim.
He could try, but would fail.
Her spine had strengthened and the steel barrier around her heart remained intact. If she had to, she’d find a way to reinforce both.
For herself. For Ledger.
“That’s my fuckin’ pussy. No one else’s. Hear me, Ky? No-fuckin’-body should’ve been in there but me.”
She should hate those very words.
Instead, she hated that she didn’t. Hated that the over-the-top possessive claim turned her on.
Hated that after all this time, a flicker of her love for him still existed. Despite dousing it. Despite all the shit he pulled.
Despite knowing it could happen again.
The DAMC president was a mess.
He was bad for her. For their son.
For her independence.
She knew it, but at that moment, she didn’t care. At that moment, she could forget the past. Ignore the future.
The night was strictly for them. The only two people in the room and no one else.
Why did she lose her sanity, her common sense, whenever she was around him? It had always been like that and one reason why she had to disappear.
He always had that bad boy charm coupled with those damn ball-bearing hips. It hadn’t changed. He still had all his signature smooth moves.
And the cocky bastard knew it.
Took pride in it.
His predatory growl had her clenching tight around him, trying to pull him even deeper even though he had nowhere else to go.
She hooked one calf around his hip, the other around his flexing thigh as he continued to pound her hard. Fast. Deep. Like he was drilling for freaking oil.
He dug his knees deeper into the bed while she dropped her feet to the mattress to drive her hips up. To meet him thrust for thrust.
The heavy breathing. The slapping of skin. The rock of the bed.
All of it filled her ears, taking her to the edge of sanity.
She balanced along that sharp ledge.
Waiting for it to give away.
Then it crumbled beneath her feet and she tumbled.
Free falling, she threw her head back, her nails took purchase in his ass, and her mouth opened, ready to tell the neighborhood, the world, she was coming.
But his mouth stole it before it could escape. He claimed that scream as his own. As if it was his to keep.
But only seconds later, his lips were gone and he flung his head back, his grunt vibrating the air around them. He planted himself to the root one last time and shuddered as he released inside her.
Once his cock stopped twitching, he collapsed, pinning her down with all of his weight before burrowing his face under her chin. When his cock kicked inside her one last time, it gave her another tiny aftershock that curled her toes.
While his warm, damp breath beat a pattern against her neck and their chests heaved in sync, her fingertips drifted over his back. Even though she couldn’t see it, she knew what was there.
His calling.
His purpose.
His life.
What was important to him.
What ran through his veins.