Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
I believed him, but I was horrified that my escape might mean another woman died in my place. But I couldn’t regret running when I had the chance. I wasn’t the kind of person who’d just lay down and die.
No matter how overwhelmed I was by all this new information, my resolve had hardened even more. “Whatever you need from me to stop him, I’ll do it. I don’t want him doing this to anyone else.”
I was shaken to my core, grieving for women I’d never known, and drowning in survivor’s guilt…but I wasn’t going to sit back and do nothing.
“We’ll stop him, angel.”
I appreciated his assurance and knew how much he meant it, but I was desperate for something to anchor me. “Soren, make it stop. Just for a little while. Please. I need you to make me forget. To feel alive.”
Hunger flashed in his pale gray-blue eyes. He pulled me into his lap, his big hands gripping my hips as his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was full of need, and I melted into him, kissing him back just as desperately as my fingers threaded through his hair.
He groaned against my lips and deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands pulled me tighter against the hard ridge of his dick. I rocked against him, chasing the heat only he could give me.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” he rasped between kisses. “How fucking alive you are when you’re with me.”
I whimpered in response, grinding down on him harder. Every touch pushed the horror further away. I felt safe in his arms. And wanted.
Soren flipped us so I was beneath him, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress. His mouth moved down my neck, sucking and biting while his hands worked my clothes off with impatient efficiency. I arched into every touch, lost in the heat and strength of him, silently begging him to take everything else away.
This was where I felt safest. Where the fear couldn’t reach me.
Soren didn’t give me time to think, which was exactly what I needed. He stripped the rest of my clothes off with single-minded focus, then shed his own. The sight of his lean muscles, tanned skin, and tattoo stole my breath. And his thick dick, already leaking as he came back down over me, made my inner walls clench.
He kissed me like he was starving, one hand fisting my hair while the other spread my thighs wide.
“Been waiting to get inside this tight little pussy all damn day, angel,” he growled against my mouth. “Gonna fill you up. Put my baby in you and keep you forever.”
I moaned at his words, even as fear and desire swirled together inside me.
“Need to make you come first, though.” He wedged his broad shoulders between my thighs. “Make sure you’re ready to take me.”
He dove right in, using his mouth, teeth, and tongue to quickly drive me over the edge. But he didn’t stop there. With his eyes locked on my face, he ate me through another orgasm. And another. Until I was a boneless heap of satisfaction.
Only then did he get to his knees and notch the tip of his dick at my entrance. He didn’t look away as he pushed into me, stretching me open with one slow thrust. I cried out at the fullness, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Damn, you feel perfect,” he rasped when he was buried to the hilt. “So fucking tight. This pussy was made to take my come.”
“Yes,” I gasped, unable to imagine being with anyone else like this.
“That’s right, angel. You’re fucking mine.”
He pulled out and pushed right back in, his powerful thrusts rocking the bed. Every stroke felt like he was claiming me from the inside out.
His mouth stayed on mine, swallowing my moans while he took me harder, one hand gripping my hip to hold me exactly where he wanted me.
“Look at me.” He lifted his head and waited until my gaze met his to continue, “You’re mine. Every inch of you. Gonna fill this womb until you’re carrying my kid. Gonna keep you swollen and protected right where you belong.”
The words should have terrified me. Instead, they pushed me closer to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting every thrust, lost in the pleasure.
When I started to come, clenching hard around him, I felt him swelling inside me, his rhythm faltering.
“Soren, wait,” I gasped, my fear cutting through the sensual haze. “You should pull—”
I didn’t have the chance to finish what I was saying before he came with a low, guttural groan, his hips grinding against me as he flooded me with hot pulses of his release. I felt every spurt, while my own orgasm crashed over me again at the intensity of it.