Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"That's it, baby," he praises between long, slow licks. "Ride my tongue. You taste so good. So sweet. Let me hear how much you like it."
I moan his name, fingers tightening in his hair. He keeps going, steady and patient, building me higher with every stroke of his tongue and every curl of his fingers. The pleasure coils tighter, hotter, until I’m shaking.
"Come for me, Anniston," he whispers against me. "Let go. I want to feel you come on my tongue."
I shatter with a soft cry, waves of pleasure rolling through me. He stays with me through every pulse, licking gently until the last tremor fades. Only then does he kiss his way back up my body, settling between my thighs again.
He looks into my eyes as the blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance. "You sure?" he asks softly.
I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist. "I need you."
He pushes in with one slow, deep thrust, stretching me wide. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect. We both moan at the same time. He stills for a moment, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust.
"So tight," he breathes, forehead pressed to mine. "So fucking perfect around me. You take me so well, baby."
He starts moving in long, rolling thrusts, never rushing. Every stroke is deep and deliberate, dragging against that sensitive spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. His hand cups my face, thumb brushing my cheek as he kisses me softly between thrusts. The tenderness of it makes my chest ache in the best way.
"You're doing so good for me," he whispers against my mouth. "Taking every inch. Look how well you fit me. Like you were made for my cock."
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. We move together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Skin slides against skin. Our breaths mingle. He keeps praising me in that low, rough voice, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I feel, how much he wants me.
"God, Anniston," he groans softly as he thrusts deeper. "You feel like heaven. So warm and wet. I could stay buried inside you forever."
The pleasure builds again, sweeter this time, wrapping around us like warm honey. I cling to him, nails lightly scoring his back, meeting every slow roll of his hips. He kisses me deeply, tongue stroking mine in time with his movements.
When I’m right on the edge again, trembling beneath him, he slides a hand between us and circles my clit with his thumb.
"Come with me, baby," he murmurs. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."
I come hard, clenching around him in long, pulsing waves. Banks groans my name, hips stuttering as he follows right after me. He buries himself deep and stays there, pulsing inside me as pleasure washes over us both.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other. Banks rolls to the side and pulls me into his arms, tucking me against his chest. He kisses the top of my head, then my temple, then my lips, soft and lingering.
"You okay?" he asks quietly, his hand stroking slow circles on my back.
"Better than okay," I whisper, smiling against his skin.
We settle back into the bed, tangled together under the quilt. His hand keeps stroking my back in long, soothing strokes. I feel safe. Cherished. For the first time in weeks the constant knot of fear in my chest feels a little looser.
His phone vibrates on the nightstand. Banks reaches over and checks it, then lets out a relieved breath.
"It's Mack," he says. "They've got Sadie safe. Jace is with her. She's staying at a secure location until this is over. No one will touch her."
Tears prick my eyes. The relief is so strong it makes me dizzy. "She's really okay?"
"She's okay," he confirms, showing me the message. "Jace won't let anything happen to her."
I let out a shaky breath and press my face into his chest. "Thank you."
He kisses my forehead and pulls me closer. "Get some sleep, baby. I've got you."
I close my eyes, wrapped in his arms, the taste of his kiss still on my lips and the knowledge that my sister is safe. For the first time since this nightmare started, I fall asleep feeling truly peaceful.
FIFTEEN
BANKS
The first light of morning filters through the window, soft and pale. Anniston’s still asleep in my arms, her body warm and relaxed against mine, one leg tangled with mine under the quilt. Her breathing is slow and even, her blonde hair spread across my chest. I lie there for a long minute, just watching her, letting myself feel the weight of everything that happened last night.
I shouldn’t have let it go that far again. But holding her, touching her, hearing those soft sounds she made when I was inside her, it felt right in a way nothing has in a long time. I press a kiss to the top of her head and carefully slide out from under her. She makes a small protesting sound but doesn’t wake up. I pull on my jeans and head down the hall to start the coffee.