Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Falling.
I return his kiss, no questions, no fighting and no hesitation. It’s slow, it’s accepting and it’s loving. And everything is better once again.
Then things begin to get desperate. Things start to get frantic. Jack moans, over and over, and I swallow them all. The pace of our swirling tongues begins to increase until we’re going at each other with a desperate urgency, ripping each other’s clothes from our bodies, stumbling down the hallway, banging into the walls and groaning loudly. Our desperation is spiralling. A trail of clothes is left in our wake as we cause a hurricane with our urgency to get to the bedroom.
Jack doesn’t push me to the bed as I expect. He slams me into the wall, our hands feeling everywhere they can reach. I’m lost in him, and I have no wish to find myself. I have to have him, and while he’s ravishing me with such conviction and confidence, I have no hope of stopping this. And no desire to.
The forbidden is too irresistible. It has a dangerous allure and a compelling magnetism. And it’s certainly going to inflict pain and anguish. It defies reason for me to willingly allow myself to be possessed like this. To surrender to a man who belongs to someone else. But I can’t fight my heart. I want him. My sanity will be compromised no matter which road I take. I’m doomed.
Jack takes us to the floor, our naked bodies rubbing in all the right places, as he holds me beneath him, pinning my arms above my head. I shout, I writhe, I arch my back violently. His mouth is all over me, every kiss filled with fire, every lick sending surges of energy through me. His lips latch onto my nipple and suck hard, licking and nibbling at the tip.
‘Jack!’ I scream, bucking desperately under him. I’m being tortured in the best and worst ways possible.
He doesn’t let up. Keeping my arms securely over my head, he crawls all over me, kissing me everywhere, his lips eventually finding their way to my mouth and devouring me. Deep plunges, wide swirls, harsh bites of my lips. I’m going out of my mind. Pulling the flesh of my bottom lip through his teeth, he opens his eyes and watches me coming undone as he releases my lip and kisses his way down the centre of my stomach. Our eyes lock and he brings my arms down to my tummy, holding both wrists in one hand on my abdomen so his mouth can reach . . .
‘Oh God!’ I fling my head back and snap my spine into a harsh arch, trying to yank my hands free. They’re going nowhere. I try to relax, try to savour the indescribable pleasure. I look down at him, panting my way through it, the slick warmth of his tongue swirling far and wide sending me dizzy. I flop back and hold my breath, feeling the rush of pressure dropping fast into my sex.
‘Jack!’ I cry as my climax seizes me, tossing me into an oblivion of stars and white noise, my body violently vibrating under him. The pleasure goes on and on, ripping through me like the most powerful of tornadoes, knocking everything out of me. Everything – the guilt, the tormenting conscience, the ability to care about what I’m doing. It’s all lost in a haze of Jack.
My body liquefies and I go lax on the floor while he laps lazily around my clitoris, sucking gently, easing me down. I feel utterly useless beneath him, my arms flopping above my head. I exhale on a moan, feeling him crawling up my body, until his lips are level with mine and he’s exploring my mouth again, this time gently. I swallow his hums and breathe him into me, relishing his weight spread over me and his cock pulsing against my leg.
‘How was it for you?’ he asks as he nibbles his way across my mouth. I can’t help but smile. It’s probably misplaced, but, good Lord, I feel like I’ve had the pleasure of a million orgasms all at once, and during the process, my shaking world has aligned completely.
‘Good,’ I admit, nuzzling into the scruff at his neck. I’ve never felt so sated. Finding some strength, I drag my arms up and curl them around his shoulders, humming happily.
‘Sounds like someone is satisfied,’ he muses, pecking my lips one last time and pulling away.
‘Is that a hint?’ I ask, cocking an eyebrow at him.
‘Speaking of hints . . .’
‘Oh, your cute little note?’
He grins, the God-glorious grin that I haven’t seen for too long. A grin that I’ve never seen on his face when he’s been with his wife. I make him happy. ‘You didn’t take much notice, though, did you?’
‘I was in shock.’ My eyes fall to his neck, and my hand automatically lifts to ghost my finger across the faded marks.