Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
The sight of me buried in her had to be the best thing I’d ever seen.
Tucked so tight in this woman.
My chest stretched to the point of blowing.
Ruined.
I was so fucking ruined.
Brinley bucked back. “Please.”
“My eager girl.”
“I need you.”
She had no shame in admitting it.
“You have me, Wildfire, you have me.”
I started to move, driving in and out of her perfect cunt in hard, punishing strokes.
“The way you feel. Nothing in the world. Nothing could compare to this,” I grunted as I took her deep and long.
Her ass smacked against me with each thrust.
Gusts of air shot from her with each one, and they quickly turned to the chant of my name as I drove her toward a height that I had only ever reached with her.
Brinley Webber my pinnacle.
She moaned and begged as I fucked her, quickening the rhythm with each demanding stroke.
My balls tightened and pleasure prowled up and down my spine.
A buzz that rushed across my flesh.
“The sight of you like this. Taking my cock the way you were meant to do. So perfect. Way you fit me. The way you take me. You are everything. Everything, baby.”
The praises toppled from my mouth as I gave her my sheer and utter truth.
This woman who’d crashed into my world and grabbed my heart with a glance.
And I knew there wasn’t a single thing that I wouldn’t do for her.
I’d give it all.
Give her my life because she’d given mine back to me.
My spirit alive and screaming out for hers.
That energy twisted around us and wrapped us in chains that I didn’t want to be free of.
I leaned over her, taking a fistful of her hair and angling her head around so I could get to that hot mouth.
We clashed in a reckless kiss that equaled the mayhem of my thrusts.
Both of us devolving into an erratic urgency that promised we were never going to get enough.
“So good. Such a good girl. My perfect girl. My match. Wildfire.”
I could feel her getting close.
The way she tightened and a shimmery sheen of ecstasy glimmered from her skin.
“Give it to me, Brinley. Give it to me.”
She split with a guttural moan, and an earthquake rocked through her body.
“King.” That nickname serrated from her tongue.
She might have called me king, but I was the one who was kneeling at her feet.
She throbbed and spasmed around me as an orgasm tore through her body, her arousal slick and hot and dragging me right toward ecstasy.
Pleasure blinding as I stroked twice more before I exploded.
Our tongues tangled as I poured into her.
The bliss that she ignited in my veins and streaked out to touch every place that once was vacant.
Warming all the hollow places.
I kept kissing her mad, needing her close. For her to understand what she’d done to me. That she’d changed me. Opened my eyes. Filled the holes that only she could fit.
“Made for me,” I mumbled into the kiss. A kiss that slowed as the aftershocks twitching between us faded.
“Made for me,” she whispered back, and I was gathering her up in my arms and carrying her to my shower. Flipping it on and letting it warm before I stepped inside.
Intent on taking care of my girl. Adore her like I promised.
I stepped into the heated spray.
Water pelted and steam surrounded.
I kept Brinley locked in my arms. Refusing to let her go as I washed her hair and body.
She grinned a sloppy grin.
Loved up and dopey.
Cutest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
“Are you resolved on washing your scent off me, Silas Mercer?”
I grinned back. “Don’t worry, baby. Give me a minute, and I’ll dirty you right back up.”
I just prayed I didn’t taint her with the blood that stained my hands.
FIFTY-FOUR
BRINLEY
It was early when the smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen nudged me from sleep, and the tinkling voices drifting up with it brought a smile to my face.
It was instant.
The rush of joy and satisfaction that sped through me the moment I came to coherency.
I wasn’t going to lie. My body felt completely wrung out, but it was in the best of ways.
Like I’d been resculpted by Silas.
I had to admit I really liked his brand of art.
I lay for a little bit, just listening.
Elena’s laughter and Kai’s little giggle.
A rumble of something deep.
Silas.
He was there, rambling around downstairs.
I bit down on my bottom lip, my heart pressing full, then I slipped out of bed, used the restroom, and went padding downstairs.
Elena was just coming up, and a gentle grin filled her face when she saw me midway down the steps.
She was dressed in sequined pajamas with kissing lips all over them, her dark hair twisted into a braid.
“Well, good morning, bestie.” She issued it with all her adorable sass.
My already overflowing heart thrilled.
I got this.
I got to keep her.