Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 857(@200wpm)___ 686(@250wpm)___ 572(@300wpm)
“I know, baby,” he teased.
The nickname nearly undid her, and her entire body contracted. One flick of her clit and she would come.
“I want more,” he told her. “Can you take more?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
A second finger slid against her opening. She hadn’t even known what she was asking for. Only that she was incoherent with desire.
She cried out as the second finger wedged in with the first. Just an inch and then another.
“That’s right,” he said. “Beg for it.”
She hadn’t even realized she pressed back against him, pushing his fingers deeper into her body. She chased an orgasm that was about to rip through her like a knife. She could hardly even process all that was around her.
Only Graves moving his fingers and the full-body pulse that said she was going to come.
“Please,” she begged. “Graves.”
“You’re so close,” he said, running a hand across her ass. “Take the rest of me and then you can come.”
He pushed forward then, a deep ache settling in her body, immediately replaced by hard pleasure. A spasm shot through her. So close that the edges of her vision were blurry.
Her hips bucked against the countertop, her fingers reaching for purchase on the granite. She would do anything to crest that erupting peak. Her hips met his fingers at each gentle thrust inward. And just when she thought she couldn’t hold it in any longer, his hand moved between her thighs, caressing against her clit.
“Oh,” she gasped.
Then she fell. The orgasm slammed into her. She cried out, riding his fingers as she broke in all the best ways.
She blinked slowly as Graves removed his fingers and pressed a kiss into her hip.
“Good girl. Such a good girl. Look at how good you were coming for me.”
“Fucking hell, Graves.”
She wanted more of that. Not just sex but the feel of them connecting. Of things being right. They had been wrong for so long that the release was beyond anything she imagined.
Like for the first time in months, she was able to let go of their problems. Forget the bond. Forget the monsters. Forget everything. And it was just her and Graves.
Which was all she wanted.
Graves washed his hands at the kitchen sink, when she came to wrap her arms around his waist. “This is perfect.”
He dried them off and then turned in her embrace. “It always is when I’m with you.”
“Things have been hard because of…everything.”
“I tend to walk a difficult road.”
“I worried we might never get here again,” she said softly.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I thought it was no less than I deserved.”
“Graves…”
“It was what the tarot cards said, after all, right? I would be so blinded by my own failings that I wouldn’t see what was right in front of me.” He blew out a breath. “You thought that meant going after my magic, but I think it was always about you.”
Then he kissed her, and the world disappeared. His hands slipped under her thighs, lifting them up around his waist as he carried her not upstairs but to the dining room. He kicked over one of the chairs and deposited her at the end of the table. Then he lifted her shirt up and over her head. The only thing she had on now were the layered wren necklaces that hung between her breasts. A physical sign of what she was to him.
“You aren’t looking at your failings now,” she said, reaching for his black tie still knotted around his neck. She let the material flow through her fingers before reaching up and tugging it loose.
“No, just about you. About how to keep you forever.”
Her heart stuttered as she met his gaze. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good.” He pulled the tie loose and tossed it over the chair.
“Can I?”
Then she unbuttoned each of the many buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest and rippled abdominals. Her fingers traced over the lines of his holly tattoo. The spaces where the thorns dug into skin, and then pushed the shirt free of his muscled torso.
He let it fall free as she was already grasping him by the belt and tugging him forward. He grunted softly as he slid between her open thighs again.
She opened the belt, slipping it free from the belt loops. He toed his shoes off and let the pants fall to the floor, kicking them toward the pile. His hands grasped the backs of her thighs as he tugged her forward. He aligned their bodies, and his thick cock pushed against her slick opening.
He slid the head inside, rocking into her with practiced ease. “Wren, you’re still so tight.”
“Yes,” was all she could manage as her head fell backward, and she arched her back.
He brought one of her legs to his shoulder and spread the other one wide as he speared into her. Taking a little more, getting a little deeper, claiming her inch by careful inch. Until he was all the way in and they both groaned at completion.