Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 102177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“So fuckin’ tight, baby,” he ground out. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
I wrapped my legs around him, needing more contact. “Faster,” I ordered.
Asher immediately complied, pushing into me with an intensity that stoked a fire that burned within me.
It was coming. I knew it. Another orgasm that would shatter my world.
Asher’s body knifed up slightly, so he could thrust into me even harder, my hips moved in tandem with his, meeting him for each beautiful thrust.
“Fuck, baby,” he ground out through his teeth. “For a virgin, you take my cock like you were born to it.” His head bent forward to capture mine.
The moment his kiss began to ravage me was the moment I exploded. It was better than with his mouth, I milked his own release, and he shuddered on top of me as I rode the last of my waves of pleasure.
We lay there, him on top of me breathing heavily.
He leaned up and kissed my nose. “You okay, flower?” he asked softly, his eyes searching my face with worry.
I smiled dreamily at him. “Yeah. I’m okay,” I whispered the biggest understatement of the year. The century.
I was sated, happy, elated, and everything in between. I had just lost my frigging virginity. To a smoking hot biker, who I never thought would even give me a second glance let alone take me to bed and look at me like I was some supermodel. Someone special.
He pulled out of me gently and cupped my jaw. “Don’t move,” he commanded softly.
I smiled at him again. “No chance of that, buddy. I’m delightfully content staying in this spot for oh ... the rest of time,” I joked, in a manner that was so not me. But somehow was at the same time. The me of this moment at least.
He jolted slightly and his eyes sparkled while he watched me. He shook his head and turned so his back faced me.
I restrained a gasp. His back was corded and muscled, but with the rest of him it didn’t surprise me. His shoulders were broad and absolutely delightful. What amazed me was the huge tattoo spanning the entirety of his back. It was similar to the patch on the back of his vest. A grim reaper, riding a bike and brandishing a sword. Underneath, The Sons of Templar MC was written in a kind of ancient script. It was amazing.
I didn’t get time to run my hands along it or lick it, because after pulling on his jeans and giving me one last look over his delightful shoulder, he left the room.
I sank back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.
“Did that really happen?” I asked myself.
Before I had the chance to ponder the entirety of this night, Asher came back in. He watched me with his hazel eyes and sat close to my hips. They didn’t leave me as he gently cleaned me between my legs with a warm washcloth.
I flinched slightly, more out of reflex than anything else.
Asher’s frame tightened. “You in pain?” he asked.
I took stock. I felt tender, different, but the pain was a dull ache, not enough to mention. Plus, my emotional elation trumped any pain at this moment. I shook my head.
“No, I feel ... good,” I said quietly.
His eyes flared, he continued, while his gaze flickered over me.
I belatedly noticed I was naked. We’d thrown the covers over the bed in our lovemaking, and I had nothing to hide my modesty. No one had even seen me like this, certainly no man. Not one like this. I tried to shrink away, yank the fabric to cover myself.
Asher’s hand stopped me. “No, babe. You’re stunning. I don’t want anything obscuring the view I’ve got right now. Not when I wanna fuck you all over again,” he hissed through his teeth.
My stomach dipped and arousal replaced embarrassment.
“That’s if you can take me, if you’re not in too much pain,” he added, his body pressing into mine.
“I’m not,” I said quickly, not wanting any excuse from stopping him.
He grinned. “Good,” he muttered. “Cause I wanna show you everything.”
And he did. All night he made beautiful, glorious love to me. Educating me on my body, on his body, and how they worked together.
It was the best night of my life.
There was no sleep that night, not a wink. We made love into the early hours, discovering each other’s bodies, Asher worshipping every part of me. I gave him every part of my body in those moments. And in the moments after, the moments where dim morning light peeked through the edge of his blinds, I gave him the rest. My heart, my soul. I talked. Talked more than I ever had to anyone. I told him about how I was studying to be a nurse, how the work kicked my ass, but I loved every second. I told him about my eccentric best friend Bex and how she was my complete opposite, and how we made total and utter sense. I talked about how close I was with my mom, and her lifestyle.