Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Yes,” he says, dipping his head and pressing his lips against my forehead. “Of commitment, of worship, of togetherness…”
“Dax,” I say, tears gathering in my throat.
“If you’re not ready,” he says, “just say and we can wait. You don’t have to move in, we don’t have to do this. But I’m ready. You’re all I want. Nothing has ever come close to how I feel when I’m with you. It feels like without knowing it, I’ve been waiting for you my entire life. You and Guinevere. I wasn’t looking for anything, and in you two I found everything.”
I stand on tiptoes, my fingers splayed on his face, and slide my lips over his—once, twice, and then he can’t take the teasing. He pulls me toward him, deepening our kiss.
“You’re all I want,” I say as we part. “I’m ready for it all.”
“Guinevere too?” he asks. “We’re a package deal these days.”
The way he loves her makes me love him more.
“I love you both,” I say, my breath hitching as I speak.
“We love you too,” he says, kissing me again. My lips, my neck, my face, my shoulders—he covers everything with this mouth.
And then he dips lower.
And lower.
And lower.
He takes my lace-covered nipple into his mouth, teasing with his teeth. I’d forgotten how good he feels. How good he makes me feel.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room, in every corner, against every wall.” He kneels and strips off my skirt, then my underwear, before laying me down on the rug and shifting so he’s between my thighs. “I’ve missed tasting you, feasting on you. I’ve missed your hot skin and your tight cunt.”
My breaths come quicker as he speaks, and I cry out as he plunges his tongue over my clit. All at once I feel such a fool for staying away from this man for as long as I did. How I’ve missed him.
Missed.
This.
Bliss.
The stubble on his chin chafes against my thighs and I start to vibrate—my entire body shakes with desire. For him. For this moment. For Dax.
I’m vaguely aware of the sounds I’m making, but I’m powerless to stop them. The moaning, the pleading, the need for it all. It’s impossible to hold back. Dax gets all of me, all the time, and I can only hope I get the same from him.
He slips a finger into me and his head falls forward as I clench. “Fuck, Eira.” He works me with his fingers and mouth. I try to focus on something other than what I’m feeling, because otherwise it’s going to be over too soon and I want this exact moment to last forever. But I’m not in control of my body. Dax is. And he has other ideas.
He presses on the delicate flesh between the bottom of my stomach and my mound with one hand and uses his fingers on the other, coaxing and cajoling me. His tongue is on me, and I’m lost in sensation. I have no power in this moment.
Dax owns me.
And that’s exactly how I want it.
My orgasm explodes out of me like a long-confined tiger from its cage.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he says, crawling over me. I’m throbbing all over, breathing like I just ran a marathon, my muscles atrophied, my sense of space and time erased.
I try to focus, watching as he slides a condom on. It’s such a relief to see. To know that soon, I’ll feel him inside me.
I gasp as he pushes into me, filling me right up to the hilt. Something tells me I’ll never get used to how alive I feel when we’re like this, our bodies as one, minds as one.
He moves over me, our gazes connected. I see every burst of pleasure in his eyes, feel his body tightening with every move closer to his summit. I hear each grunt of ecstasy and know it’s all for me. In that moment, I understand that I’m made for him.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Eira,” he whispers, his voice thick as he moves into me. “So beautiful.”
He hits the perfect spot, the perfect rhythm, the perfect drag. I lift my legs, locking them around his waist as he drives deeper and deeper into me. So deep that I wonder if I’ll ever come back from this orgasm.
Sweat glistens around his hairline and by the tightness in his jaw, the strain of the tendons in his neck, I know he’s close. I take a breath, feeling my climax thundering inside me, getting louder and louder and louder.
“I love you,” I cry out as I tilt over the edge. Dax tenses—pressing, pushing, pulsing into me.
He collapses over me, and I wrap my arms around him and send a small prayer up to the universe.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“Let’s stay like this forever,” I say on a sigh.
“Always.” He rolls off me and lands with a splat on the rug-less wooden floor.