Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Shit!
I’m finished.
With her locks wound around my hand, I hold on to her waist and go hard.
Her wrists pull tight in my belt as I throw myself into her again and again, so frantic and mad and messy I feel like a stag in rut.
I want to fill her completely.
And I do a second later when my balls ignite, my cock swells, and my spine becomes all corded fire.
The first rope shooting out of me stalls my breath.
I plow myself in to the hilt, holding her until it hurts, pouring myself out in her womb like it’s the medicine we’ve needed.
In this wild moment, it is.
All my tension, all my seed, all the rawness in my heart I’ve always hidden spills out.
Whatever happens next, I can’t guess to save my life.
Sweet little Delia has permanently torn me in two like a shredded veil.
We come together until we can’t.
We come until we finally understand.
We come until we know what this means, but not what the fuck we should do about it.
We come until I can’t imagine drawing another breath without her.
And what I might do to keep her scares me to the bone.
* * *
What the fuck just happened?
The question rings in my head on a repeating loop when I finally come to.
We’re both panting, fighting to replenish precious oxygen in our lungs.
The mess I’ve left inside her trickles down her thighs.
My heart thumps with pride as I run my hand between her legs, feeling what we’ve done.
“Chris?” she whispers my name, soft and unsure. “My arms are getting tired.”
Grinning, I reach up and unfasten my belt, hurling it on the floor.
Then I turn her to face me. We kiss so long and sweet it drains the venom in my soul. Her eyes are practically glowing, and I’m hard again in no time.
The rest of the evening is a red blur of filthy words and dirty passions.
Kiss by kiss, fuck by fuck, I’m finished playing games.
Done hiding what I feel for her.
It’s only a matter of time till our parents find out.
Evie has a nose for drama like a bloodhound, and I know she’ll try using Bruce against us. She’ll tell him I’m the bad guy who defiled and corrupted his precious daughter.
I don’t give my worries voice, though.
I just let Delia ride my cock, holding my hand over her mouth the entire time.
She bites down sharply when she comes, and my balls erupt more fire.
I’m crazed to pump it into her at some primal, caveman level I still don’t understand.
Later, she’s curled up on my chest like an exhausted kitten, running a lazy hand over my stubble. It feels good, natural, as incredible as her soft brown eyes gazing into mine.
“Maybe you were right about this talk,” she whispers. “We can finally stop pretending this is just a fling, right?”
“I already said the L word once, princess.” I snort. “You’re not getting more unless I hear it first.”
Her eyes heat like soft brown stars as she kisses me slowly.
“I love you, lunk. Happy?”
She laughs as I slide my hands between the well-used softness between her legs.
Goddamn.
If she said it a million times, I’d never get sick of it.
My fingers work slowly through her folds, feeling the wetness, the fire, all the pent-up energy we’ve unloaded with our friction. I wait till she’s on the edge before I break down and say it.
I hold my lips to her ear, loving the way she always fights me by twisting her head.
“In case you didn’t figure it out yet, Delia, I fucking love you. I love you and I won’t stop.”
I don’t let her respond.
She clenches her jaw, trying her damnedest not to scream as I circle her clit, sending her over the edge into blinding ecstasy.
Somewhere in the maelstrom, my hand pulls away.
I flip her over, pin her hands over her head, and shove her legs up.
I go hard and deep, another storm of flesh somewhere between hyperconsciousness and pure dumb pleasure.
I can’t believe I said it.
Hell, I can’t believe I didn’t say it sooner.
If I can’t have her, I might drop dead of jealousy before any bullet ever finds me.
Thinking about letting her go off and live a rich girl life, finding some other bland asshole to sink his dick in, makes me want to start tearing the whole world apart.
I’m seething at all the boys I’ll never let her have—all the men I’ll beat the ever-loving fuck out of if they so much as sniff her.
She’s mine, goddammit, and that’s never been truer than tonight.
I thrust harder for emphasis, savage long strokes to the hilt, my lust in full control.
“Fuck, babe, I’m coming!” I bow up and empty inside her.
She wraps her legs around me and screams, fighting to put her hands on my body, but I keep them pinned down.