Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
"It's my turn to make you feel good, songbird," he breathes, running his hands all over my body. He lifts me up, quickly stripping me out of my shirt and bra. His palms glide across my nipples, teasing the hard peaks. "I'm going to make you scream, pretty baby."
"Ronan," I plead.
He leans down, capturing my nipple in his mouth.
I claw at his shoulders, crying out in bliss as his teeth close around it.
He does the same thing to the other before kissing a hot trail down my stomach.
My clit pulses when he shoves his face between my legs and smells me.
"Fuck," he groans, drawing the word out. "Peaches and pussy might be my new favorite scent, Winter."
"Ronan!" I cry, shocked when he opens his mouth over my center and just…latches on. He doesn't warn me or anything. He just goes for it, licking me right through my leggings and panties.
He grunts, pressing against my clit with his mouth.
My hips arch off the bed, a sharp cry ringing out around us. He doesn't even bother removing my leggings and panties. He just tears the crotch out of them to get to me.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he growls, spreading my legs wide. "Look how sweet it is. I bet it's going to gush in my mouth, isn't it? Fuck. I know it is." I don't think he's talking to me. I think he's talking to himself, the words in his mind slipping out as if he can't control them. He leans forward, licking me from top to bottom.
"Ronan!" I shout, sobbing as a blast of pleasure rips through me.
He drags me closer to his mouth, snarling. I get lost then, the world spiraling away as he attacks me like a man brought to the brink. I cling to the blankets for dear life, sobbing for mercy as he eats me as if he's never tasted anything sweeter. Pleasure piles on pleasure, building to a flashpoint so intense I know it's going to break me when I erupt.
He thrusts his tongue into my hole, fucking me with it before he replaces it with two fingers and attacks my clit with that wicked tongue. I sob his name, shouting it into the room until it echoes and bounces back to us. His curses bounce back too, creating a harmony that's sexier than any song I've ever heard.
I lose my grip on reality entirely when he wraps his lips around my tongue and curls his fingers up at the same time, stroking against my g-spot. Fireworks erupt behind my eyelids, sending me catapulting over the edge into a fiery orgasm. It's the best thing I've ever felt.
Until he prowls up my body, pressing his cock to my opening.
"I can't wait," he growls, grinding against my clit. "I need in you, songbird."
"Yes, yes," I chant, still caught in the throes of my orgasm, riding the high. "Now, Ronan. Get in me now."
He groans my name, his lips seeking mine as he lines up at my entrance. I taste myself on his lips as he pushes forward. If there's any pain as he fills me, it's fleeting. All I feel is full. So damn full. He's everywhere, sheltering me in his strong embrace, kissing me, grinding against my clit. I feel him in my soul, nestling into place where he belongs.
"Ronan, I love you," I whisper against his lips as his hips settle against mine.
He falls still, his forest eyes flashing to mine.
"I love you," I whisper again.
"Jesus," he breathes. He presses his forehead to mine, a tremor moving through his big body. "I love you, songbird. Since the minute I met you."
"Then love me."
He touches his lips to mine again and then begins to move. He's so powerful, like a storm raging as he pulls back and then thrusts forward, filling me again and again. We kiss and touch as he teaches me what it means to love like this. What it means to be complete. I sob against his lips, overwhelmed by how good he feels. By how deep he is. By how excruciatingly perfect this moment feels, as if the rest of the world exists far outside of this moment.
"Goddamn, songbird," he rasps in my ear. "I'm never going to be able to stop now that I know how fucking perfect you feel. You've already got my dick addicted to you."
"Me too," I cry, raking my nails down his back as I try to pull him closer. "Me too."
"You gotta come for me," he groans, reaching between us to stroke my clit.
I sob his name, the coil in my stomach tightening.
"That's it, baby," he croons. "Come all over me."
I try to tell him that I'm going to, but all I manage to do is groan his name before he presses his thumb to my clit. I shatter into a thousand pieces, scattering to the winds.