Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
He discards the rest of his clothes quickly, and again, my breath hitches.
He’s virile and glorious in his nudity, skin glistening like a bronze sculpture beneath the dim light of the room. I’ve never seen such a magnificent man.
“River...” I gasp out again.
“No talking,” he repeats, his voice as steady as a whip crack in the stillness of the room. “The last thing I want, Emily, is to talk. I’ve had enough damned talking to last a fucking lifetime.”
He climbs onto the bed like a predator. The thick muscles in his shoulders and chest ripple with every move, his gaze never leaving mine. The feral look in his eyes sends a thrilling chill down my spine.
He leans down over me, his body hovering just above mine. The warmth radiating from him is intoxicating. He’s so close, yet not close enough—the distance between us torturous, almost painful.
His cock presses against my thigh. I brush my hand over it, savoring its warmth. A husky gasp escapes his lips. His eyes meet mine again, dark and intense and filled with raw desire that mirrors my own. He dips his head down to capture my lips in a searing kiss.
But he breaks the kiss almost as fast.
“Fuck, I want you. I need you. Need to fuck you.”
I say nothing.
“I can’t be gentle tonight, Emily. I don’t want to be.”
I say nothing.
“Emily?”
I give him a saucy grin, but I still say nothing.
That gets a low chuckle out of him. “Good girl. I said no talking. You’re an obedient little wench after all.”
I drop my jaw. “Excuse me?”
“Not so obedient after all,” he says.
“Wench, River? Really? Have we gone back a century?”
“Leave it, Emily. Do you want to argue over my use of a word, or do you want me to fuck you?”
Difficult choice.
Except not so difficult, at that.
“Fuck me,” I command. “Fuck me, and don’t you dare be gentle.”
Moving swiftly, he kneels between my legs, his dick pressing against me. He looks down into my eyes before he thrusts into me, and the world erupts.
It’s nothing new. We’ve fucked before. Just this morning, in fact. But in a way, it feels like the first time. Like I’m stretching to fit him and only him.
He pulls out and plunges back in.
Each thrust is rougher than the last, yet every sensation is more pleasurable than anything I’ve ever felt before. I match his rhythm, meeting him thrust for thrust. He roams his hands over my body, tracing each contour, each curve, and leaves a trail of fire as he goes.
Thrust, thrust, thrust...
He devours me without restraint. The force of his passion is a storm, wild and untamed. It engulfs us both. Each moment is an exquisite torment. Each touch leaves me gasping for breath. His name rolls off my tongue again and again, a desperate prayer, a plea for more.
No more emptiness.
Only completion.
Only River.
Those three bloody words hover in the back of my throat.
I never meant to fall in love. I wanted only to marry a billionaire for my own reasons.
River continues to thrust as he leans forward and nips at my neck. The bite isn’t gentle, and I cry out at the sharp pain.
But then the pain... It morphs... It glides into a pleasure so deep, so pure, that I’m not sure I can recover.
Thrust, thrust, thrust...
I’m on the precipice, ready to take that leap...
“River!” I gasp as the pulsing begins low in my pussy and radiates outward, pinging through me like a bolt of electricity, igniting every nerve and setting my senses ablaze.
Soon the pleasure grows overwhelming. My breath comes in ragged gasps as he drives me further and further into my climax.
I clamp my legs around his hips, trying to draw him deeper and deeper into my body as I shatter around him. The orgasm continues, on and on and on, until finally—
“Fuck, yeah,” River groans, pushing deeply into me and releasing.
I treasure every contraction of his cock as he pulses into me.
Our bodies are slick with sweat, our breaths gasping in tandem. He collapses on top of me, his dick still inside me, and he closes his eyes, moving just a touch so that I can breathe freely.
The three little words again...
How I long to say them!
But then...
A soft snore.
A soft snore from this giant cowboy.
He’s sleeping. So much for his night of not-gentle fucking.
But lying here in his bed, sated by sex, sated by him, I can’t bring myself to feel like I’ve missed anything.
I love this man. This cowboy. This Montana rancher.
I love him.
And I want to tell him, whether he feels the same or not.
But I don’t dare.
I don’t dare tell him I love him without telling him the rest of my secret.
EPISODE 138
REMEMBERING WHO YOU ARE II
Ariel
I shed my robe, revealing my naked body. “The three of us...in my suite.”