Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Her fingers move in tight circles, her breath coming in short gasps. I can feel her getting closer, her inner walls starting to flutter around my length.
"Legion," she moans. "I'm close."
"Look at me," I demand. "I want to see your eyes when you come."
Her gaze locks with mine, blue eyes wide and vulnerable. In that moment, I see everything—her fear, her trust, her love. It's almost too much to bear.
"Come for me, Savannah," I whisper. "Come all over my cock."
She breaks with a cry, her body arching beneath me, her pussy clenching around me in rhythmic waves. The sight of her coming undone pushes me to the edge.
"Fuck," I groan. "I'm gonna come. Where do you want it?"
"Inside," she gasps. "I want to feel you."
That's all it takes. I thrust deep one last time and explode, emptying myself inside her with a guttural moan. For a moment, the world narrows to just this—just us, connected in the most primal way possible.
I collapse on top of her, careful to brace most of my weight on my forearms. We're both breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. I press my forehead against hers, our breath mingling.
"I love you," she whispers, so quietly I almost miss it.
Instead of answering, I kiss her—deep, and slow, and thorough. I pour everything I can't say into that kiss. All the words that get stuck in my throat, all the promises I'm afraid to make.
When we finally break apart, I roll to the side, pulling her against my chest. She nestles into me, her head tucked under my chin, her hand resting over my heart.
I stroke her hair, feeling the silk of it between my fingers.
We lie like this.
Two people in love.
Forbidden love, but love all the same.
I don't deserve a woman like Savannah.
Everyone knows this.
Everyone but her…
CHAPTER 6
I'm not ready to leave this place. Not ready to face whatever's waiting for us outside. The real world can wait.
I turn over and straddle Legion's thighs, feeling the rough hair against my bare skin. His eyes widen slightly, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"What are you doin'?" he laughs, his hands coming to rest on my hips. "Again?"
"Again," I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against his. "Again, and again, and again..."
His smile grows wider, and I feel something warm unfurl in my chest. This smile—not the careful, controlled one he shows the world, but this real one—it's mine. All mine.
"Close your eyes, Legion."
He hesitates for just a second before complying, thick lashes fanning against his cheeks. I pull back and slide down his body, dragging my tongue along the sweat-slicked planes of his chest and stomach, careful not to touch his raw, red brand. I trace the lines of his tattoos with my tongue, following the path of angels and demons across his torso.
His muscles jump under my touch, his breath catching when I reach the trail of hair below his navel. I position myself between his legs, my hair falling forward to brush against his thighs.
"Your turn," I whisper.
I take him in my hand, already half-hard again. He's heavy and warm against my palm as I stroke him slowly, watching his face. His jaw clenches, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fights to keep still.
"Watch me," I say, echoing his earlier command.
His eyes open, dark and hungry. I hold his gaze as I lower my head and take him into my mouth, just the tip at first. His back bucks involuntarily. I place my free hand on his hip, pressing him back down.
"Fuck," he groans, one hand coming up to tangle in my hair. "Savannah..."
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. His taste is complex—salt and musk and something uniquely him. I work him with my hand and mouth together, establishing a rhythm that has him cursing under his breath.
"Tell me what you want," I say, pulling back just enough to speak. "Tell me how to make you feel good."
"Deeper," he says, his voice strained. "Take me deeper, baby."
I comply, relaxing my throat to take him as far as I can. His grip on my hair tightens, not quite painful but close—a delicious edge that makes me moan around him.
"Oh, fuck," he hisses. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I don't. I work him with everything I have, determined to make him lose control the way he always makes me lose mine. His breathing grows ragged, his thighs tensing beneath me.
"Wait," he says suddenly, tugging at my hair. "Stop."
I pull back, looking up at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he says, his chest heaving. "I just want to be inside you when I come."
He sits up and reaches for me, pulling me up his body until I'm straddling him again. I can feel him hard and hot against me, pressing against my entrance.