Fated Hearts (Southern Bride #8) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Tear Jerker Tags Authors: Series: Southern Bride Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“There is…no way!” I said, feeling that familiar buildup again.

“I need you to come, baby. I’m so close.”

I opened my eyes and locked onto his. Gracious, his eyes were beautiful. Like the summer sky after an afternoon rain shower. So blue and bright, they nearly brought me to tears. I could feel the pressure in the back of my eyes growing.

“Anna. Now!”

His command—or maybe it was the way he said it with such raw need and passion—sent my orgasm tumbling over the edge. It wasn’t as strong as the last one, but Lord, it still packed a pleasure-filled punch.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and dropped my head back against the shower, letting out moan after moan as I felt the tears I had struggled with moments ago be set free. They mixed with the shower water, and for that, I was thankful.

“Yes, that’s it. I’m coming, Anna! God, it feels so good.”

By the time Roger stopped moving, I was spent. Exhausted.

I forced my body to move and lifted my head up to look at him. “That…was the magical number.”

I felt the bed move and opened my eyes. A small stream of light filtered in through the curtains, just enough to see Roger’s gloriously naked body as he stood and stretched. Heat instantly pooled in my lower stomach.

He leaned down and grabbed a pair of shorts, which he slipped on before starting toward the bathroom.

When I heard the door click shut, I rolled over and softly groaned.

“Oh, my gosh,” I whispered, every muscle in my body aching. After our shower, I had nearly passed out from exhaustion. Roger had dried me off and then carried me to the bed. I was out the moment my head hit the pillow.

Around five in the morning, he had woken me up with soft kisses around my breast and up my neck. When I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me, the instant desire I felt shocked me. I wanted him like I had never wanted any other man. Regardless of the fact that he’d already made me come five times earlier that night.

Five. Holy hell.

I had never come so many times, and honestly thought it was impossible. Okay, not impossible, but unlikely it would ever happen to me. The guys I’d been with in the past were certainly not capable of making me feel the way I felt with Roger.

I smiled as I thought back to how bold I’d been when I’d whispered that it was my turn and pushed him onto his back and crawled over him. It was then we heard the couple in the next room moaning from the other side of the wall. They followed it up with cries to go faster.

I had looked down at Roger, only to see one of his brows lifted. “I think you could beat her,” he said.

And the gauntlet had been dropped. It hadn’t been hard, really. Being on top of Roger, feeling his body rub against my clit as he lifted his hips to meet me thrust for thrust, caused me to lose my mind. Of course, it helped when he encouraged me to be a bit louder as I told him exactly what I wanted.

I had never been so open with a man during sex before. I wasn’t sure if that should bother me or not. Why was it so different with Roger? Was it because I knew it would all end soon…this fairy tale world we were living in? Or maybe he simply brought out another side of me. A side I rather liked.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess,” he had said with a wicked smile.

“Feels so good!”

Then he said the magic words that made my entire body explode. “Fuck me harder, Anna.”

I had come so hard and so intensely, I wasn’t sure if I was calling out to Roger or God or to the whole hotel. When I finally collapsed on his chest, we heard soft moans of pleasure from the other room, followed by silence.

Roger had rolled me over and made the sweetest love to me after that. He’d kissed me gently and moved in a way that would ruin me for all men after him. The connection I felt with him was nothing I had ever experienced before, and I knew a part of me needed to pull back because once it was over, I could see my heart breaking. Roger was so tender in everything he did, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was this type of lover with everyone.

After he’d cleaned us both off, I’d drifted to sleep in his arms with that same thought rolling around in my head.

Now, staring up at the ceiling, I thought about what it was going to be like when we both walked away. It was clear there was a connection. I knew what held me back—a long-distance romance was not something I wanted. What held Roger back? The same thing?



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