Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"Again."
"Love you. I fuckin' love you. It's you 'n me, baby. It's us against the whole goddamn world, you hear me?"
She nods. Tears comin' now. She don't stop ridin'. Just rolls her hips down in that slow lovin' grind, tight and deep, and the little hitch in her breath when I bottom out is near enough to undo me.
"Us against all of it," she whispers. "Me 'n you."
"Me 'n you."
She kisses me. Slow. Tastes like salt. I hold the back of her head with one hand and kiss her like I'm tryin' to climb inside her chest, and she rides me like she's got all night to do it, like there ain't nothin' else waitin' outside this room, like the world ends at the four walls around us.
And I let it. For a second. I let her have it slow. Let her have the lovin' kind. Let her look at me and believe in whatever she believes in when she's lookin' at me like that.
But.
But it ain't all of me. It ain't ever all of me. There's always the other thing in there, the thing that tore through a church full of rats and buried thirty-six bodies under Montana clay, the thing that don't know how to be touched soft for long without wantin' to wreck somethin' to prove it's still there.
And the second she says my name again, breathless, that thing wakes up.
I grip her hip and her shoulder both and I flip her.
Fast. Hard. One motion. She yelps, half a laugh, and lands on her back sideways across the bed, hair flyin', and before she can catch her breath I'm over her. Hand flat between her tits, pushin' her back down. Other hand grabbin' her knee, shovin' it wide. Then the other knee. Spread her open.
"Legion—"
I push into her hard. All the way. One stroke.
She cries out and her hands fly up over her head and grab the first thing they find, which is the headboard, and I drop down on my elbows over her and start fuckin' her.
Serious this time.
The kinda fuckin' that means somethin'. Deep. Hard. No rhythm for her comfort. My hips slam into hers and her whole body jolts up the bed with every thrust, and I chase it, keep after her, don't let her slide away from me. Her head knocks against the headboard. Once. Twice. Third time it don't just knock — the whole headboard thuds against the wall behind it.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
She moans. Loud. Don't care about the house, don't care about who's downstairs, don't care about nothin' but me drivin' into her, and she's grippin' that headboard like it's the only thing keepin' her from flyin' apart.
"Look at me."
She opens her eyes.
"Stay with me."
"I'm here—I'm here, baby—"
"You feel that?"
"Yes—"
"You feel how deep I am?"
"Yes— oh god, yes—"
Thud. Thud. Her hair's stickin' to her forehead and her tits are bouncin' and the mattress is shovin' up the bed with every slam. Somethin' fancy on her nightstand falls over. I don't look. Don't care.
"Tell me who you belong to."
"You. You, Legion—"
"Say my name. Not the name. My name."
"Legion — Legion Kane — I'm yours, I'm yours — "
The headboard cracks against the wall again and she cries out, half pleasure half somethin' else, and I feel her clench around me, feel her startin' to go, and I ain't ready yet, I ain't done, I need more of her first.
"Not yet. Hold it."
"Baby—"
"Hold. It."
She whimpers. Screws her eyes shut. Her hands go white on the headboard and her thighs are shakin' around my hips but she holds. Holds for me. Stubborn in the other direction now, because I told her to.
I fuck her harder. Couldn't slow down now if I tried. My hips are drivin' on somethin' underneath me, somethin' that ain't thinkin', and I can feel it climbin' up my spine and I know I'm gone, I'm gone, and I want her with me.
"Now. Come with me. Now, baby—"
She breaks. Screams into the room, full-throated, no care for the house, and I feel her pussy lock down on me and it tears my orgasm right outta me. I slam in deep and stay there and I come inside her, hard, and I drop my mouth onto hers while I do it.
Kiss her through it. Messy. Teeth. Tongue. Breathin' into her mouth and takin' her breath back. Her hands come off the headboard and grab my face and hold me there while I empty into her, shakin', both of us shakin', her legs wrapped high around my back now and her hips still workin' up into me slow, slow, ridin' out the last of it.
I don't pull out. Can't. Won't.
I keep kissin' her. Softer now. Short kisses. One. Another. Drag my mouth across her cheek, her temple, her forehead. Down to her mouth again.