Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I hold back, unwilling to let the pleasure break free just yet. “Yeah, just like that. Suck it.”
She flicks a teasing gaze at me, which shatters my defenses completely. Frankie takes me long and deep until my legs quake and my hand grips her hair, and I yank her away from my cock. “Get up. Now.” There’s an animal within me who needs nothing more than to claim my woman again.
Frankie stands, an expectant expression on her face as she waits to see what I’ll say or do next. “Here I am.”
I guide her to the couch, the city lights bathing us in a soft glow, creating an intimate atmosphere. I sit down and pull her onto my lap, our bodies pressed tightly together, facing each other. “You feel incredible,” I say, my lips brushing against her ear.
She moans softly, grinding against me. “Damien, please.”
I grip her hips and lift her slightly, positioning her over my cock. Her eyes meet mine, filled with desire and love. “Take what you need, Frankie.”
She lowers herself onto me, a gasp escaping her lips as she slides down my length. The sensation is intense, the connection between us electric. “Oh, God,” she breathes, her body trembling.
“That’s right, Frankie. Take it all,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips tighter. The feel of her surrounding me is almost too much, but I hold back, wanting to savor every moment.
She begins to move, riding me slowly at first, then faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Damien, yes!” Her nails dig into my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine.
I can see the pleasure in her gaze, the raw need that matches my own. “You feel so good,” I say, my voice rough with emotion. “So fucking good.”
She leans in, her lips finding mine in a heated kiss. Our tongues clash, our breaths mingling as we move together, the intensity building with each thrust.
“Fuck, Damien,” she moans against my lips, her body trembling as she chases her release.
I grip her tighter, driving into her with more force. “That’s it, Frankie. Take it all. Take everything you need.”
Her body convulses, her cunt clenching around me as she comes, a cry of pleasure escaping her lips. “Damien!”
I watch her, the sight of her losing control sending me over the edge. “Fuck!” I roar, my own release hitting me hard. I empty myself into her, our bodies shaking with the intensity of our shared orgasm.
It takes a few minutes before our breathing returns to normal, but when it does, I pull her close and let out a satisfied sigh.
“This is nice,” she purrs and buries her head against my chest.
It is nice. It’s more than nice. “It’s perfect,” I agree and wrap my arms around her.
After a few moments, I say what’s on my mind. “We should get married soon. This weekend.”
Frankie goes still for an extended moment and then she gasps, pulling back to look at me. “What? We can’t plan a wedding in a week!” She shakes her head. “I still have to pick out colors and get a dress, pick out a venue and about a million other things.”
“Calm down, kitten. It’s all taken care of.”
Her gaze meets mine. “What? What do you mean it’s all taken care of?” She shakes her head. “You can’t just take care of our wedding. What the hell?”
“Sure, I can. I have people who can manage the details, and these details can be taken care of by next weekend. That’s a full week, plenty of time.”
“Damien, are you serious? I only plan to get married once and I’m not going to let someone else manage it for me. Some details? Sure. But all of them?”
I sigh and hold her close. “Oh, my precious pet, the only thing I’m asking is for you to trust me. Can you do that, trust me?”
“Of course I trust you, Damien. I wouldn’t have said yes otherwise.”
“Good.” I kiss the top of her head. “You know I’m very busy at work and you’re busy hunting down a serial killer. I refuse to let him dictate our lives. I just want to help, to make it perfect for you. I don’t want you stressing on the details.”
Frankie pulls back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she looks at me. “Damien, I appreciate the thought, but I’m not some damsel in distress who can’t manage planning her own wedding. I want to be involved. I need to be involved.”
I sigh, my grip on her tightening. “Francesca, I understand that. But this is the best way. Trust me. It’ll be perfect.”
She shakes her head, her voice firm. “No, Damien. This isn’t just about the details. This is our wedding. I want to choose my dress, the colors, the venue—all of it. I’m not going to be sidelined in my own wedding planning.”