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 think we’ll move those hands now,” he said against her mouth.
She dropped them immediately to his hair, running her fingers through the silky strands for one whole second, before he flipped her onto her stomach.
“Graves,” she groaned.
But it was only half a complaint as he brought her to her hands and knees and aligned their bodies. The head of his cock pushed against her, and it took a full fight within herself to not take control and ease back on him.
“Go ahead,” he encouraged as if the bastard could read her mind. “Take me if you want.”
Oh, how she wanted. She’d thought she’d combust with wanting.
She pushed her hips backward, the head of his cock slipping inside of her. She dropped her head as a throaty, “Oh yes,” escaped her lips. And then she pushed back more, taking him in even increments until he grasped her hips and thrust the final inch with their bodies united.
“Graves,” she moaned.
His beautiful hands were on her ass. The long fingers that felt like they should grace the keys but instead flipped pages and read minds and blackmailed himself into control of a city. Those glorious hands were exploring her ass like he meant to stake a claim.
Her brain was scrambled enough that it was hard to form coherent sentences in her mind, let alone aloud. “More, Graves. More.”
And he obliged.
Oh, did her winter king oblige.
He slid out of her and back in one powerful thrust that jolted her entire body forward across the bed. She dropped from her hands to her elbows to brace for the next movement. And it came quick and brutal. As if he, too, had been holding himself back from her and he could now use his body to say all the things they couldn’t speak.
She took each vigorous thrust with a push back into him, twice as powerful, just as they were together. No matter what was happening elsewhere in their lives, they always came back together. She had to believe they always would.
She tried to come back to her hands, but Graves eased her down, never breaking stride. He squeezed her ass, manhandling her curves, before sliding his thumb through the slick wetness of their joining.
“So wet for me,” he praised.
Then his thumb moved to the crown of her ass, slicking it in tight circles. Her entire body shuddered at the feeling. An ache that had been building multiplied exponentially until she couldn’t even hold on anymore.
Her orgasm hit her full in the gut with the force of a freight train. A scream ripped through her at the unexpected punch. One second she’d hovered on the brink, and instead of building to that crescendo, she hit the peak with a feral intensity.
Graves pumped into her once, twice more as he came down from his climax.
Her limbs collapsed out from under her.
“Come here,” he said, lying on his back and urging her on top of him.
She was sure that her limbs wouldn’t listen to her, but at the sight of his cock jutting upward, hard and slick from her orgasm, she got moving.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Can I request to add that to my list of words?”
“Fuck is allowed,” he agreed as she threw her leg over his hips. “Now fuck me, Wren.”
She kept her eyes trained on him as she slid back down on his cock. A shudder ran through her as she felt the edges of her last orgasm hitting her. She’d thought that he got deep in the last position, but it didn’t compare to this.
“Fuck, you’re so big.”
He grinned. “I accept that as well.”
His hands slid over her body, and the look he gave her was one of utter worship. As if she were the Greek statue, the goddess he adored, the priceless eternal artifact he’d dedicate his life to. She was his, and she wanted to remember the way he looked at her in that moment forever.
“Hands here,” he ordered, bringing them to his chest.
She traced his tattoo with her fingers. “My holly king.”
“My little wren,” he said as he gripped her hips and began to move.
“Oh my God,” she breathed.
“Graves, yes, harder, more, and fuck, Wren,” he reminded her with that sneaky grin as he thrust deeper.
“Fuck,” she gasped. He wasn’t holding her in place. He was working her hips back and forth to meet his powerful thrusts. “Harder.”
“Ah, my favorite one.”
Then he did exactly what she asked of him, burying himself inside of her over and over again. The house was silent except for the slapping of their skin and the heavy pants as they met each other’s bodies. Their eyes locked on one another, and for the first time in months, a sense of peace settled over her. Maybe this could work. Maybe it could all work out.
Graves grunted and dragged her hard against him, grasping the back of her neck and crushing their lips together. She gave just as much as she took. And as he came hard inside of her, she unleashed again.