Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 38307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I shift slowly, careful not to disturb him. He mumbles something in sleep, his hold loosening just enough for me to turn and face him. His face is peaceful, the usual tension gone, making him look younger. Dark stubble covers his jaw, and his lips part slightly. My gaze travels down his body, over the ridges of his abs, to the V of his hips. The thin sheet tents a bit lower down, hinting at morning arousal. Heat pools in my core as I remember last night. As I remember his hands, his mouth, and the way he took me apart.
Gently, I pull the sheet away, exposing him completely. He's half-hard, his cock thick and veined, resting against his thigh. It twitches under my stare, and a thrill shoots through me. I've never woken a man like this, but with Sin, I want to. I need to taste him, to start the day with his pleasure.
I slide down the bed, settling between his legs. His thighs are powerful, corded with muscle. I lean in, my breath warm on his skin. He stirs but doesn't wake. My hand wraps around the base, stroking lightly, feeling him harden fully in my grasp. The head flushes darker, a bead of precum forming. I lick it away, savoring the salty tang. Then I take him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth. I suck slowly at first, tongue swirling the underside, taking more of him inch by inch.
He groans low in his throat, hips shifting. I glance up and his eyes are still closed. Emboldened, I bob my head, hand twisting in rhythm with my mouth. Wet sounds fill the quiet room, my saliva coating him. He grows even harder, filling my mouth completely. I hum around him, the vibration drawing another groan.
Suddenly, his fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight. His eyes fly open, dark with lust. "Fuck, Rowan," he rasps, voice gravelly from sleep. Before I can pull back or deepen my suction, he yanks me up his body. In one fluid move, he rolls us, pinning me beneath him. His weight crushes me into the mattress, his erection hot and insistent against my thigh.
"You trying to kill me?" he mutters, mouth crashing onto mine. The kiss is brutal, all tongue and teeth. It’s devouring. I taste myself on him from last night, mixed with his own flavor. His hands roam roughly— one pinning my wrists above my head, the other shoving between my thighs. Fingers find me, already slick, and thrust inside without warning. I arch, moaning into his mouth as he pumps them deep, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
"So wet already," he growls, breaking the kiss to bite my neck. His teeth sink in, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Pain flares, blending with pleasure, making me grind against his hand.
"Sin," I gasp, legs spreading wider.
He withdraws his fingers, slick with me, and positions his cock at my entrance. “Birth control?”
I nod. “Yes and I’m clean.”
“So am I.” His eyes are serious as he stares down at me. “I’d never hurt you like that, Rowan.”
He kisses me gently, and with one savage thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside me. I cry out, the sudden stretch burning deliciously. He's thicker than I remember, filling me to the brim. He doesn't pause, and he pulls back and slams in again, setting a relentless pace.
The bed frame rattles against the wall, each impact jarring through my body. His free hand grips my hip, fingers digging in, bruising as he holds me in place for his onslaught. I've had rough sex before, but nothing like this. It’s intense, overwhelming, like he's pouring every ounce of pent-up need into me. Sweat beads on his skin, dripping onto mine. Our bodies slap together, the sound obscene and erotic.
"Take it," he commands, voice strained. He releases my wrists to grab both thighs, pushing them back toward my chest, folding me in half. The angle lets him drive deeper, his cock grinding against my G-spot with every thrust. Pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my belly.
I claw at his back, nails raking down, leaving red trails. "Harder," I beg, meeting his thrusts with my hips.
He obliges, pounding into me with abandon. One hand slips to my breast, pinching the nipple roughly. The sharp sensation pushes me closer. His mouth finds the other breast, sucking hard, teeth grazing.
"You feel so good," he grunts, hips snapping faster. "Tight. Perfect."
The coil snaps. My orgasm rips through me, walls clenching around him in waves. I scream, as my body convulses. My toes curl. He fucks me through it, not slowing, extending the bliss until tears prick my eyes.
But he's not done. He pulls out abruptly, flipping me onto my stomach. "Ass up," he orders, voice thick.