The Darkest Chase Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
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For a second, I mull it over.

“No. No, it doesn’t.” It still hurts a bit to say that, but it’s better than him saying there’s nothing between us at all, instead of something nameless.

Nameless, I can deal with, I think.

Even if it leaves a small hole inside me that feels like it could widen if I feed my doubts into it. But I make myself smile and brush my lips over his.

“Nameless or not, you still get to answer Grandpa’s uncomfortable questions when I go limping home in the morning,” I tell him.

Micah lets out a half growl, half groan. “…will you let me off the hook if I give you one more reason to limp?”

The mere suggestion ignites my blood.

Sex was always this flowery thing in my head, before I knew what it could really be like. Before I knew it could be slow and raw and deep, or wild and rough and deliciously intense.

Honestly, if we don’t last, I don’t know how anyone else will ever measure up.

I feel like I have to hold on to this for as long as I can.

Take every chance.

So I slip my arms around his neck, leaning into him.

I’m already sore and well used, but I desperately want to know how it will feel for him to take me when my flesh is already so tender I almost can’t stand it.

So I push him back, watching the way his eyes flash with desire, turning smoky and dark as I nudge him onto his back.

I slip across him, straddling his waist.

And I can already feel his cock pressing against me, hot against my naked flesh and harder than steel.

There’s a powerful throb against me as I rock my hips, grinding against him. I stop with a shudder as my breath catches and my entire body goes hot, friction pulsing inside me until I feel myself growing slick.

Sighing, I slide my fingers over his chest, following the pale contours of his skin. He’s so sculpted he could be made of marble.

“Don’t just make me limp,” I whisper. “Make me scream.”

Micah’s eyes sharpen.

There it is—that predatory light that thrills me.

This thing almost like fear but not quite when I trust him so much.

He’s like a carnivore that’s caught the scent of blood, his lips parting, his princely face turning feral.

“You may regret saying that,” he warns. His hands curl hard around my hips.

His fingers bite, giving my flesh that wonderful sting.

“Ah!”

Holy hell, this is bad.

I’m falling so fast, so hard.

All it takes with Micah is two seconds of going dizzy.

Then the wild animal moves in for the kill.

He lifts me up by my hips, slides me over him, and in a single greedy stroke pulls me down on his cock, burying himself inside me.

Without warning, I’m full, spread open and straddling him.

I toss my head back with a cry, bracing my hands on his chiseled abs to keep from collapsing with the shocking pleasure.

He’s so hard inside me.

This position opens me in ways that let him go deeper still.

With one vicious thrust, he takes me over, trapping me in white-hot pleasure.

Gasping.

Paralyzed.

Whimpering.

I try to rock my hips, try to twist, but there’s no escaping who’s really in control. Especially when he freaking stops and just grabs my hips, holding me impaled on his cock.

His eyes spill into mine, furious and glinting.

He stares up at me with that cunning smile wilder than ever, dark and brimming with lust.

“Don’t think you’ll get off that easy, Shortcake,” he whispers. “I think I’ll keep you like this until I’m good and ready.”

I freeze—as much as I can with my body still trying to move, this wild thing beyond my control.

I’m desperate, starving for his hot strokes.

“Wh-what?” I dart my tongue over my lips. “You want me to stay like this?”

“Yeah. Let a man enjoy the view.” His smile widens as he sits up in a controlled flex that makes every muscle in his body stand out—and makes his cock shift inside me slowly, pulling gasps from my throat. “Maybe I want to play with you a little first.”

“Play?”

He’s killing me.

With him, play could mean hours of this delicious torture before he lets me come. Or he could make me come so fast and furious I can’t stand it anymore.

Either way, I know he won’t let me go until dawn.

Yet even with that menace in his smile, there’s a sweetness there, too.

And it’s there when he kisses me, when he lets go of my hips to slowly move his hands up my back. His mouth caresses mine so gently with a promise.

I’m only here as long as I want to be.

If it’s ever too much, I know he’ll stop.

And it’s that belief, that faith, that lets me melt against him, sinking into his sultry kiss with a sigh.

God, this feels good.

Micah spreads my thighs, his cock so hot inside me, this slow inferno slipping deeper, deeper with each moment his mouth teases over mine.


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