Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She plunges down, taking me as deep as she can. Choking on me.
I whip the car to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes before I flip it and kill us both. One hand goes to the back of her head, my fingers delving into her hair. I drag her up, forcing her to take a breath.
She fights me like a little hellcat, eager to get back on my cock.
"You want more, mio sole?"
"Yes," she hisses.
"Take it."
She does, plunging down on me again and then again. She sucks my fucking soul from my body, humming around me as she sucks and licks and drives me wild. If she's unskilled, so I am. It feels fucking fantastic.
I pump my hips, unable to stay still as she owns me. She likes when I do that. She likes it even more when I hold her still while I do. I fuck her face for a moment, using her to get myself off. She moans around me, trembling.
My balls draw up, my spine tingling.
"I'm going to come, tesoro. Do you want it down your pretty throat?"
She bobs her head eagerly.
Fuck, she's perfect.
I groan, pushing and pulling her down on me. My balls give up the fight. I hold her down, growling her name as my seed spills across her tongue and down her throat. She swallows eagerly, drinking every drop I give her.
I watch in rapt fascination, marveling that this beautiful little monster is mine. My heart. My soul. My queen.
I drag her across the console into my arms, taking her lips in a deep kiss. I don't fucking care if she tastes like me. She's mine.
"Mmm," she moans when I let her up for air. "I like this cornfield."
I chuckle, pressing my face to her throat. Cristo, she makes me feel alive in a way I never have. "Get your gorgeous ass back in your seat before you see far more of it than you intended, mio sole."
She flashes me a grin, scrambling back over the console into her seat. Once she's settled and I've tucked my cock back into my pants, I reach for her hand, lacing our fingers together. She turns a blinding smile on me, her eyes lighter than they've been since she woke in my bed, what seems like a lifetime ago.
I brush a kiss across her knuckles and pull back out onto the road, heading for St. Louis.
I rent a room near the ballpark, paying in cash. Her eyes light up when she throws the curtains open and realizes she can see the Arch from our room.
"I've never been anywhere," she whispers, staring at the Arch with one hand on the glass as if she aches to touch it. "That's what I dreamed about my whole life. Going places. Seeing the world. Just escaping." She turns to look at me. "I've seen more with you in one day than I've seen my whole life, Domani."
I tug her into my arms, brushing my lips across her forehead. When this is over, I'm going to take her everywhere just to see the wonder in her eyes every time she sees some new sight. It's like magic to her. I'll give her the world. Every fucking corner of it.
"Thank you."
I tip her head back, brushing a kiss across her lips. "Don't thank me for taking you from that place, Finley. You didn't belong there."
"I meant, thank you for giving me the last twenty-four hours. It's the first time I've ever felt normal."
"Get used to it, mio sole. This is only the beginning."
"I hope so."
"I know so. I won't allow anything to happen to you."
"Then we should probably get moving," she whispers. "The longer he has time to plan, the worse it'll be for everyone."
She's not wrong about that. The longer we give him to make a move, the less time we have to strike first. I intend to be back in Chicago by morning. Which means I need to move fast if I'm getting a ring on her finger today.
"I need to make some calls. Why don't you shower?"
"What kind of calls?"
"We need to get you an ID and a social security card," I murmur. "We'll need them to have a marriage license issued. I know a guy who can make it happen, but I need to track him down."
"Oh. I didn't think about that."
I brush my lips across her forehead. "Go shower, mio sole. I'll handle it."
She turns toward the bathroom, but I grab her hand at the last moment, halting her.
"Wait." I pull my phone from my pocket, tuck strands of hair behind her ears, and snap a photo to send to my guy for her ID. "For your ID," I explain when she shoots me a questioning look.
"Oh." She scowls at me. "You could have let me brush my hair, Domani."