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 love you,” he whispered as he followed, kissing his way down her arm to the raised marks on her wrists. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
She told him, completely unguarded, “You can’t hurt me.”
He nodded once. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It could never be too much,” she said, running her hand down his jaw. Then a secretive smile crossed her lips. “Anyway, you didn’t see yourself when you walked in reading.”
He pressed a kiss to the pad of her thumb. “I fear for you if watching me read turns you on.”
“I don’t see the problem,” she said as he dragged her thumb into his mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Please, Graves, I thought I lost you.”
He drew their mouths together again as his hand slipped lower along her stomach. “How could I ever deny you?”
Then he reached the edge of her panties. He traced the line of them before sliding down along the wet spot at the center. She arched back as he pushed inward against the material so close and yet still not touching her.
“Already wet for me,” he panted.
“Graves, please.”
He laughed as he tugged the panties down her legs and nudged her legs wider with one of his knees. “Is this what you want?” he asked as he slipped two fingers inside of her.
“Yes,” was the moan that escaped her. “Yes.”
He circled her clit with his thumb, drawing it in ever-increasingly urgent circles. Just as she panted against him, he’d lessen the pressure and then start up again until she turned into him, nearly shaking with need before he’d back off.
“Graves, if you don’t let me come, I swear…”
He slid down her stomach, trailing kisses down the flat of her belly before burying his face between her thighs. It was possibly her favorite sight.
“I’m so close. I’ve earned it.”
“You have, haven’t you?” he said with a satisfied smirk. “Come for me, then. Get this cunt nice and slick. I want you soaking through the sheets before I know that you’re ready for me to fill you.”
“Fuck,” she gasped as he ravaged her clit.
She buried her fingers in his silky, midnight-blue hair and held his face down. The pleased chuckle came from his throat. Then he flattened his tongue against her clit and worked it until she spasmed against his face. Her body convulsed, and waves ripped through her.
She shook under his slowed ministrations. Her body so primed that she had to shove him away from her as she came down.
“Come here,” she said on a pant.
“I could never deny you,” he repeated like a mantra.
They’d both gone through hell last night. They needed this release as much as the healing. The unknown was on the other side of that door, but here now was just them.
Graves drew her lips to his for a soft, sweet kiss. “Ready?”
She nodded as she reached for his hips, tugging forward as he thrust inside in one easy motion. Their bodies connecting in a crash that was sparkling and radioactive. The world exploded at their joining, and all she saw was love in his eyes as they fit together.
“You’re perfect.”
She crushed their bodies together as he moved on top of her. A pulsing heat that only grew as they connected. This wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t even just making love. This was the reunion that overcame fear and loss and despair.
They’d lost the stone.
They had killed the wrong man.
They had no way to break the bond.
And yet this was still where they belonged. This was their win. The ultimate moment where they could exist with one another. No outside world. No expectations. Just the relinquishing of control and the beauty of love even in the darkest of places.
“I’m close,” she panted, sweat dripping from her brow as she met his heady gaze.
“With me,” he bade her.
And they both released, an inferno of passion that rocketed through the room. His forehead touched hers as they crested and came down, their intermingled breaths the only sound in the room.
He withdrew, lying beside her on the bed and drawing her to him, back to chest. He pressed a kiss into her shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
She half-turned into him, drawing his lips to hers again. Their tongues volleying gently against one another in the post-coital bliss.
There was no fight in either of them any longer. She had relinquished her control to Graves. And he…he had relinquished it to her.
In this moment, they were one.
And still there was more that she wanted. More that he had wanted to give. Now felt like the time to have it, to have all of him.
“Graves,” she whispered, taking his hand and sliding it down her waist and over her hip. “I think…I’m ready for more.” A question formed on his brow. “I almost lost you yesterday,” she said, her voice soft, choked. “I don’t want to wait. I want to experience everything with you.”