Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 19364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
I lap her slick folds, growling as I savor her for the first time. I grip her cheeks, grinding her against my lips as I shove my tongue deep into her glistening pussy.
“Fucking ripe and delicious, sweetheart.” I nip at her hard little clit, and she yelps, the sound sending lightning bolts through my balls. I growl against her trembling pussy, my cock swelling with need as I grind against her thigh.
Delicate sighs shudder from her mouth and urge my desire on.
“Fuck me, beautiful,” I rumble, her innocence only stoking my desperate hunger.
I lock my fingers around the buds of her nipples through her dress. “I’ve been starving for you. I’ll never be without you again.”
I fist her ass cheeks, diving my tongue back into her dripping pussy.
She trembles and arches. I growl as her release shudders through her muscles and she clutches my shoulders. Her cum coats my lips and chin, our scents mingling, our bond cementing.
“I’ve never been this hard. Look what you do to me.” I pull my hardness from my joggers and stroke myself, lapping and licking at her glistening pussy. “Look how hard you make me.”
My cock leaks, aching to dive deep inside her, plant my seed, claim her for eternity.
I can’t think straight—this need to protect and possess her is overwhelming.
“Red, my sweet Red, look how this pretty pussy drips for me,” I murmur against her wet folds. “Beg me to claim it.”
“Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”
I slide the tip of my cock through her dampness, her body arching as my thick girth stretches her.
“I’m going to try to make this painless, baby, but I can’t promise anything.” I suck at her lips, pushing deeper until I hover at the barrier of her innocence.
“I want you. Please, Dax,” she whispers in my ear. I thrust further, my fingers caressing her slick flesh from behind.
“I want this. Right here.” I finger her back entrance, and her head falls back as she trembles around me.
I lock our lips in a fierce kiss, thrusting my tongue into hers while I push past the final wall that keeps her from me, trying to fuck her slowly so I don’t break her.
She whimpers with the stretch of my steel-hard erection, body arching against mine as I hold her tight, my tongue feasting on her ripe flesh while my hips move slow and steady.
“If you keep wiggling on my dick like that, I’m afraid of what I might do,” I groan in her ear, waves of need crashing through me.
“You won’t hurt me,” she promises, hands at my cheeks, her eyes soft as she holds my gaze, my cock lodged inside her. “I love how full you make me feel.”
A howl rips from my lips, control snapping as I fuck her with raw force. The world falls away until all I see are her irises locked on mine, her soft lips on my skin the breath I need to survive, her warm body cradling my cock like it’s home.
“Red, baby, you feel so fucking good.” I grasp her hips, angling deeper into her hot warmth. “I can go for hours with you. Days. I’ll make you so raw that you forget everything but my name.”
“Dax, you feel so good inside me,” she pants, nails digging into my shoulders as waves of release surge through me.
Sweaty skin, hot kisses, hungry fingers—none compare to the electric release that floods me when I know I’ve found my true home.
I’ll never need a compass in these woods again—this woman’s every breath is my true north.
Chapter 12
Rory
Morning comes quietly in the firehouse. Pale sunlight filters through frosted windows, dusting the concrete floors in gold flecks. The storm has burned itself out, leaving the world hushed and white and deceptively innocent.
I wake curled against Dax’s chest, my cheek tucked into the worn cotton of his T-shirt, his arm heavy and warm around my waist. For a split second, panic flares—but then I remember I’m right where I belong.
His thumb moves, slow and deliberate, brushing the bare skin at my hip like it’s been doing that for years.
I don’t move. I don’t breathe.
I just feel.
Last night doesn’t crash back into me—it settles. The careful touches. The way he looked at me like I was something precious and inevitable all at once. The way he stayed. The way I slept without fear for the first time in years.
“Morning, Red,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with sleep.
I smile before I can stop myself. “You’re awake.”
“Been awake a while.” His lips graze my hair. “Didn’t want to move.”
My heart stumbles. “Good reason?”
“Plenty.”
I shift just enough to look up at him. His eyes are soft, unguarded, the kind of look he never wears in daylight. Firefighter Dax is confident and commanding. This version—this one is the man who stayed. The man who cherishes me.