Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
She left her mark on him. Even if only temporary.
Nova was here.
She came, she saw, she conquered.
Their rapid breaths merged into one when he lowered his head and kept his parted lips right above hers.
He continued to move in and out of her. Taking his time, drawing this out tonight to the point she lost track of time because she became lost in his eyes. Until a bead of sweat rolled down his temple and landed on her chin.
He wiped it away, then ran the back of his fingers down her cheek and tucked his thumb between her parted lips. After swirling her tongue around it, she snagged it between her teeth and grinned.
As soon as he pulled his thumb free, he drew it down her chin and circled his hand around her throat, but didn’t squeeze. Instead, he kept it there with just enough pressure to remind her that was one place where she was vulnerable.
But her throat wasn’t the only place crushable. So was her damn heart.
Luckily, since she hardly knew this man, she wasn’t worried about having to protect that vulnerable organ. The one she had never given to anyone. Because in the past, no one had been worthy enough for her to take that risk.
She was also in no rush to find someone who was.
She was in no rush to find someone who was.
She was in absolutely no rush.
But if she was looking…
If she found someone with everything she was looking for…
Could it be the man above her? Watching her watching him in the mirror?
A week. It had only been a week.
She reached up and grabbed his bearded chin, tipping it down. “Fletch…”
“Yeah?” he whispered.
“Make me come.” And wipe out those disturbing thoughts in her head that certainly didn’t belong there.
“Working on it.”
“Work faster.”
“Demanding,” he murmured with a grin.
That grin quickly turned into a grimace when he began to power up and into her, fucking her faster and harder, adding a sharp tilt every time he hit the end of her.
She was about to bitch when he paused, worried he’d leave her hanging, but he only stopped long enough to lift up her hips and shove a pillow beneath them.
Then he was right back at it, the angle of his cock hitting all the right spots.
He pounded her over and over, shoving every thought out of her head as she held on tight, gripping his ass, encouraging him to keep up the pace.
Then she lost herself.
Totally lost herself.
Her head fell back, her mouth opened and she cried out his name as an orgasm overtook her, dragging her under, tumbling her around and taking its time to spit her back out on the other side. Where she landed…
Boneless.
Weak.
Shaky.
Absolutely and totally satisfied.
He didn’t stop since he wasn’t done. He chased her to the finish line and she spurred him on by drilling her fingers into his ass and whispering encouragement.
But she didn’t expect what he said next.
“Those assholes might want you, fantasize about you, but they will never fucking have you,” he growled, driving into her over and over. “Never, Nova. Not as long as I’m breathing.”
Was that a claim of some sort? And why would he feel the need to put that out into the universe?
A week, she reminded herself again, it had only been a week.
Finally, with a grimace, he threw his head back and his pace was no longer smooth and steady, but choppy and frantic.
With one last thrust, he stiffened and stilled, his face buried against her neck, his breath beating a tattoo against her throat. His heart pounding against her chest. His cock pulsing deep inside her. His long grunt-turned-groan muffled against her skin.
Without lifting his head, he lowered most of his weight, pressing her deeper into the mattress, taking her mouth.
It wasn’t a quick “thank you” peck, but a slow and thorough kiss as he clung to her. And when he was done, he slipped from her and rolled to her side with a loud, satisfied sigh.
While he was removing the condom, she rolled off the bed because she was afraid he’d want to curl up with her. To take her in his arms and actually cuddle. Because something happened during sex. Something changed.
It was no longer just a physical or sexual attraction. They had made a deeper connection somehow, some way. It had snuck up on her.
“I’m going to go clean up,” she announced, avoiding looking in his direction.
“Nova…”
She paused as she picked up her discarded clothes off the floor. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She quickly resumed gathering her things.
“You’re not sleeping in your room.” Not a suggestion, but a clear cut order.
She lifted her head and finally glanced over at him, lounging on the bed with his brow furrowed and the used condom still in his hand.
She asked it anyway… “Is that an order or a suggestion?”