Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“Oh wow,” I whisper as the sensations all kick in at once. “But I can’t suck you off from here.”
“Get you worked up first,” he tells me.
“I’m already quite worked up, waking up naked and tangled up with you, though… feel free to proceed.”
He fiddles between my legs and now he’s entering me slowly from behind.
I hiss at the sudden intrusion.
“Sore?”
“A little.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No, thank you,” I happily chirp.
He makes a yummy, happy moaning sound as he proceeds to advance deeper while his fingers and mouth increase their pace. When he gets fully seated, I quickly begin to feel the ripples of sensation shuttling through me.
Ooh. This might be my favorite sex position.
I’m sent from zero to a hundred in seconds and I’m just about to get to the summit when he stops. He stops it all, though stays inside. He’s stopped the mate mark sucking, the nipple stimulation, and the clitoral stimulation. Turning me to my tummy while managing to stay inside me, he pins both my hands above my head.
“You do know you denied me for days, Bay,” he accuses, voice rough against my mate mark.
I gasp.
He pulls three quarters of the way out. “Days…” He slams back in and I gasp for a different reason.
“Not letting me touch you,” he accuses.
“Jase,” I breathe.
“Not looking at me with all that love in your eyes like you used to do.”
I whimper.
He pulls back and snaps his hips forward, hard.
Wow! Maybe this is my favorite sex position.
“Tell me you’ll never deny me this body again, Bailey Creed.”
Bailey Creed.
I smile, loving that, but correct with, “Bailey Blackwood-Creed, if you please.”
“Whatever. Just tell me you’ll never deny me again,” he demands, sounding angry.
I lose the smile. “I can’t promise that. What if you piss me off? You think you get sex if we’re fighting?”
“Play along,” he whispers, kissing my earlobe, voice changing to sweet, “I need this.”
“Oh,” I whisper. “Okay.”
“If you ever try to deny me what’s mine again, guess what’ll happen?”
I blink a couple times, wondering what the right answer might be. I don’t know, so I say, “Um… you’ll throw me over your shoulder, take me to bed, and fuck me for a week solid?”
Jase slams so hard into me, the headboard cracks against the wall.
“Yeah,” he breathes, his knot snapping out, making me cry out as it impersonates a carnival ride, seeking to make me scream with glee while also making me a little dizzy.
It’s not long before the heat gets turned up higher and I feel him spilling into me. The sounds from his lips, the heat from his body, the way I feel both physically and mentally? Bliss.
When his knot slows to nearly stopping, I say, “Well, this is a spectacular way to wake up.”
He groans out as he finishes and his knot finally halts and recedes.
He looks at me and grimaces.
“Shit. I was gonna deny you orgasms for a couple hours first. Get you to suck me off and make me come a few more times before you got yours. Guess that’s not gonna happen this time.”
“Haha, nope!” I laugh while sliding into the afterglow.
He bites my neck and holds me still with both his mouth and by putting more weight on me before he lets out a low growl, which has me quivering. His hands rove up and down my body, with meaning.
I love the way he’s touching me. The surety. The sensation.
He gently caresses my face while he stares into my eyes. “Just because I’m madly, deeply in love with you doesn’t mean I’m suddenly beta.”
I giggle.
He cups me between the legs and sucks my mate mark, making my body bow.
“And beyond that, you’re mine, Bailey. From now on, I get to fuck you how and when I want. And don’t you forget it.”
“How about if you don’t let me forget it?” I whisper.
His gaze goes from hot to hotter.
“Deal,” he says, driving his hardness inside me again.
“I thought we were done,” I squeak out, grabbing his shoulders.
“Not by a longshot,” he informs before moaning, cussing, and gripping me tight through another knotting, which goes on and on until we’re both breathless.
I manage to stagger to the bathroom and clean myself up before I fall back into bed beside him.
Pulling me close, Jase swallows hard and looks at me with an expression that burns into my soul. Everything I want and need is in those eyes; I’ve never been surer of it than I am right now.
“I love you Mrs. Creed,” he says, and his mouth gets closer, so I grab his face and bring it the rest of the way, kissing him with tongue.
I believe him with my whole heart, because I don’t just see and hear it … I feel it, too. I’ve always told myself it would feel awesome to connect with him the way I’ve been told mates connect. But I had no idea. I was not prepared for how incredible it would feel. I’ve got access to parts of him that are only mine. And it’s the best gift I’ve ever been given.