Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
She sighed. ‘It’d be easy to let all that’s happened throughout my life make me hold back from you, from what you’re asking of me. Whenever I’ve given people a lot of myself in the past, they’ve thrown it back in my face. But you’re not them. I know down to my bones that you wouldn’t hurt me that way. And fuck if I’ll let those assholes in my past ruin this for me, for us.’
His chest warming and tightening, he brushed the tip of his nose along the side of her own. ‘You’re sure about this?’
‘Positive.’
He took the tee from her and threw it aside. ‘This is gonna happen right here, right now. You could have been killed out there tonight. I’m not waiting another fucking second to claim you unless it’s what you need from me.’
‘I don’t need you to wait,’ she assured him. ‘Do it. Make me yours.’
The wave of sexual hunger that swept Ripper under was like nothing he’d felt before. The sheer intensity of it rocked him. His pulse quickened, his blood heated and his cock went rock hard. Not even on his first full moon had his body felt so fucking alive. Because this witch, who’d somehow come to mean everything to him, would from this night onward be officially his.
Her pupils dilated as her breaths came a little faster. Her magick rose up to mist the air, ramping up the tension, almost imprinting itself on him.
Ripper palmed the side of her face. ‘Let me at that mouth.’
She parted her lips for him, and he instantly plunged his tongue inside. The kiss was slow but deep and greedy. She made him want to gorge on her. Bite her. Mark her with his come. Take her hard and fast and rough.
The latter wouldn’t happen just yet, though. He wasn’t going to rush this. He was going to savor every damn moment of making her his.
Moaning into his mouth, she threaded her fingers through his damp hair and scratched at his scalp.
He whipped off her towel and backed her into the bed. Breaking the kiss, he lifted her and gently lay her flat on the mattress. The moonlight streaming through the window danced along her iridescent hair and made her dewy skin gleam. ‘Perfect.’
Arousal was clearly riding her as hard as it was him. Her eyes were dazed, her nipples were tight and her pussy glistened. The scent of her need gripped his dick tight.
Ripper removed his towel and lowered his body onto hers, giving her most of his weight. Dropping his mouth on those lips already swollen from his kiss, he ate at it once more. He explored her body with his hands, smoothing his scent over her, feeling her arch into his touch. He wanted his scent to sink so deep into her that it became embedded in every cell. A part of her.
He spread kisses down the side of her face, her slim throat, her breast and over to her nipple. He circled the bud with his tongue and then latched onto it tight.
She dug her nails into his shoulders as he went on to lavish the taut bud with sucks, licks and nibbles. All the while, he molded her neglected breast, thumbing the nipple there.
‘Ripper,’ she breathed.
He rocked his hips forward, rubbing his dick over her clit. His cock was so hard at this point he could knock a wall down with it.
She smoothed a hand down his back, her fingers splayed. Fingers that idly brushed over his scars, tracing them carefully. He loved that she never shied away from touching them to ‘spare’ his feelings. To her, they were just a part of him.
He slid a palm – one that was more than a little covetous – down her front and slipped two fingers into her pussy, grunting as it clenched them. Yeah, she was wet enough for him.
He replaced his fingers with the thick head of his dick and then, holding her gaze, pushed his cock into that pussy that fit him perfectly. Her lips parted, her eyes went glassier and glassier the deeper he burrowed.
Finally, he bottomed out, groaning. ‘Fuck.’
Clinging tight to his back, she arched into his body, pushing her breasts at him. ‘Rip.’ A breathy moan laced with a plea.
Ripper started driving into her, slow and easy. She never stopped touching him – she stroked the back of his head, scratched at his nape, slid her hands up and down his back, gripped his ass.
He groaned as she unconsciously tipped her hips up. ‘That’s it, baby, take me deeper.’ His eyes dipped to where their bodies joined as he slid a hand down to grip her thigh. ‘I swear, it’s like your pussy was goddamn tailor made for me.’ He hiked up her leg and curved it around him as he scraped his teeth down her cheek. ‘Only for me.’