Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 711(@200wpm)___ 569(@250wpm)___ 474(@300wpm)
Heart hammering, she reached between them and gripped his massive cock. She angled her body, leaning into the wall, and he thrust. They both sighed. Then his eyes opened with a flash of dark promise.
“Hold on tight.” He snapped his hips back and shoved forward, as she cried out.
The floor. The wall. The shower. The foyer. The location never mattered. He was a god. A master of pleasure. A king.
He pounded into her, greedy and hard, but no matter how close he came to consuming her whole, they both seemed to always want more.
“I want you from behind.” He set her down and spun her to face the wall, planting her hands on the wet tile. “Spread your legs.”
She widened her stance and the blunt head of his cock pushed between her slick folds, stretching her as his deft fingers worked her clit. Rising to her toes, she met his every stroke. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back, penetrating her fully.
Shocked by how deeply he filled her from this angle, she gasped. Banding his arm across her shoulders, he drew her back against his chest and dragged his mouth close to her ear.
“This is Home.”
She turned her mouth to meet his as he snapped his hips, fast and hard. Tongues licking, teeth gnashing, they took whatever wildness the other allowed. Greedy and ravenous, he closed his mouth over the bare skin of her shoulder and thrust into her. All the patience he’d shown throughout the years scorched to ash.
Clutching his hair, pulling him closer with desperate, fumbling hands, Wren arched against him, drunk on his intensity. Growling and moaning against her flesh as he ground his hips into her, as his hands slid over her body with unmistakable, possessive claim, he drove into her.
“Grey!” she cried out as her body pulsed around his pistoning cock.
Nibbling kisses along her neck, he worshipped her flesh and bathed her in praise. “Give me everything you’ve got, baby. I want your come dripping off my dick.”
Ecstasy shattered over her like rain. Pulsing, throbbing, sizzling, buzzing, she became a living emotion, controlled by this man.
“Fuck me, Greyson! Harder!”
Burying himself inside of her, hard and deep, he gripped her body as if afraid to let go. Sounds came from him that she’d never heard a man make before, and then he was kissing her again.
He took her hard and unapologetically demanded she accept every filthy desire between them. There was no more hiding. Pandora’s Box was beyond opened. It was shattered.
By the time he finished, her legs were numb. He lifted her to his chest and carried her out of the shower. She wrapped her body around his and shivered as he draped her with a towel.
“I’m not through with you yet.”
With a needy whimper, she looked up at him as he gently placed her on the bed. He crawled over her, grinding his still swollen cock over her tender sex, kissing her slowly. She moaned against his mouth as he tweaked her nipples in that delicious way that brought her back to life.
“Don’t quit on me yet, Wren.”
She moaned, too tired to speak or open her eyes.
“I want back inside of you.” Carefully, he adjusted her legs and filled her once again.
She breathed with him, rocking into the soft covers as he thrust slowly. His mouth kissed down her throat to her chest, where he suckled her nipples.
He touched her with primal, predatory need. Pinning her arms in whatever position he wanted and driving his cock into her as if seeking her soul.
It was greedy and unapologetic, but she loved every second of it. When she looked into his blue eyes, she swore the devil stared back. He was made to sin, but never once stopped worshipping her.
The sound of slapping flesh became the only crescendo she knew. He yanked her closer whenever she neared the end of the bed, and kissed her softly to balance out the times he got rough. But he was never too aggressive. He was never more than she could handle. He was Greyson. This was him. And she wanted all of him.
Tonight, she finally got her wish.
He warned her. He told her he’d mark every inch of her, and by the time he was through, not a single spot of her flesh was untouched.
“Look at you. I wish you could see what I see.” His fingers trailed down her sticky stomach, and her breath hitched when he grazed her swollen folds. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”
A weak laugh muffled past her lips. “No, you’re not.”
“You’re right. I’m not.” He dropped to the mattress and pulled her against him. “Do you hate me for it?”
“No,” she murmured into his arm. “I love you for showing me this side of yourself. I love all of you, Greyson.”
He was silent for a long moment. “I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”