Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“I need you,” she murmurs. “Hansel. I need you.”
“You can have me,” I answer.
“Please,” she says, her eyes locked on mine. “Please, Hansel.”
I line myself up with her opening and push in slowly watching as her eyes widen and her breath catches.
She feels like heaven. So wet. So tight. So mine. I hold my breath, forcing myself to go still, then stroke Gretel’s hair out of her face.
“We’ll go slow,” I promise her. As much as I want to fuck her with reckless abandon. I know this is her first time.
“I don’t want to,” she says, and rolls her hips. My eyes close and my head drops to her chest at her revelation. She doesn’t know what she does to me. She doesn’t realize what she’s asking for.
More of me pushes inside, and we both gasp.
It feels too good to be sinking into heat, and it takes all my energy not to lose control. I need to fuck her. I need to claim her. I need her to be mine when we walk out of here again. I need everyone to know they can’t take her away from me in the middle of the night, ever again.
I don’t care how delirious I sound in my head. I don’t care that what I want might be impossible. I’m hooked so deep in Gretel’s panting, mewling sounds as she takes me inside her that nothing could bring me back out again.
Until I bottom out and she tightens around me, her thighs wrapping tight around my waist and her heels resting on my lower back. Gretel stares into my eyes, her mouth a tiny o.
“That’s good,” I tell her, and stroke my fingers through her hair. I’m going to shake myself apart if I don’t fuck her soon, but at the same time, I’d be willing to wait forever for her to be ready. “You feel so good. You feel—Gretel. You feel so damn good.”
“So do you,” she answers, and kisses the corner of my lips. “I—” Another strong shiver.
I pull out and thrust back in. Harder and with more force. The rocking of her body forces her breasts to bounce and I’m amazed I don’t come at the sight of her gorgeous curves beneath me.
“Yes. Yes,” Gretel gasps, her feet locking behind me.
Gretel’s body grips me, sending hot pleasure through my hips. I stroke into her hard, my instincts taking over, then slow it down.
I need to slow it down, or I’m going to come, and it can’t be over yet.
Not when I just got her back. Not when I need her so bad I can’t stand it.
I kiss her, tasting her sweet sounds, while I thrust into her, the rhythm deep and steady. Gretel whimpers again, her pussy pulsing around my cock, and comes with another burst of slick desire.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her ear, her hips rocking frantically into mine. I lose control slightly. Fucking her like I’ve dreamed of. She’s still coming, gripping my cock so tight I’m almost blind from how good it feels. “You’re mine. I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Hansel—Hansel—” she murmurs, her nails raking across my shoulders. My name. She cries out my name as I groan in the crook of her neck.
I push her a little farther onto the bed, centering her so I can fold her knees up to her chest and fuck her with everything I have.
I can’t take my eyes off her heated expression. Gretel’s skin is flushed and warm in the firelight, her lids half-lowered and her mouth open so she can gasp and pant and moan. She stretches one hand over her head and grips my shoulder with the other, trying to pull herself closer even as I pin her to the bed.
I need to be able to lean down over her and kiss her while I stroke into her. I need her soft and open and crying out my name. I need her desperate beneath me and at my mercy.
That’s exactly what I get.
The tension that’s been building in me builds and builds until I can’t feel anything else. It becomes a hot, feral pleasure. I bury myself deep inside her as I find my release when she comes again.
The fire rages in the grate, twice as bright as before. A small point of flame catches my eye, and I glance at it—
Candles. On the table near the bed. There hadn’t been any candles lit when we walked in, but now they’re burning. Fear strikes through me and I question my vision. I blink and it’s gone. Goosebumps travel down my spine but she grips onto me. Clinging to me.
Finally, I hear my own breathing, and Gretel’s. I check again and there’s nothing there.
She strokes my nape with her fingertips, murmuring things to me. It takes a while before I can make out what she’s saying.