Forever Read Online A.E. Murphy (Broken #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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“Always.” I find his throat and place a gentle kiss below his jaw. “I’m sorry this is happening.”

His chest deflates. “Me too. I should never have lost my temper like that. I never…” He leans back and places a gentle hand on my cheek as his eyes search my own. “Never, want to make you feel scared of me. I would never hurt you. You know that right?”

“I know.” My hand rests over his. “You don’t have to reassure me. I know. I wish you hadn’t gone.”

“I won’t walk out again, I…”

“No.” My eyes search for his in the dark. “To the trial.”

“Me too. It was too much to bear. I don’t know how to handle this.”

“We’ll get through it together.” My hand presses against his shoulder firmly enough to force him onto his back. “We always get through things together.”

Strong fingers curl around my neck and a thumb presses against my pulse. I feel him pulling me closer right before his soft lips trap my lower lip between them.

I grin, followed by a squeal when I’m quickly flipped onto my back so that he can deepen the kiss.

“That tickles,” I laugh wildly when he nips at my neck and buries his face below my ear. I try to press my shoulder to my temple to keep him out but he’s too strong. “Stop,” I beg, now laughing so hysterically I can hardly catch my breath. “Nathan, the kids!”

He finally lifts his head, a cheeky smile shining in the dark. I watch his pupils dilate and know that he’s swiftly changing from playful to aroused. He’ll do anything to change the conversation or make me forget it entirely. I’ll do anything to help him heal from it, even if only for tonight.

Groaning, he pushes his tongue past my tingling lips. I accept willingly, loving the way his hands roam up and down my sides, grasping at my flesh desperately.

“You smell like peaches,” he mumbles against my breast before drawing a nipple into his mouth. My back arches as the beautiful, stinging burn spreads through my breast with each lash of his tongue and pull of his lips.

The heat it creates twists and writhes in my womb and groin, so when he releases himself from the confines of his trousers and sinks into me with little to no warning, the relief I feel is brutal; the moan I release is untameable. His answering groan only furthers to ignite my pleasure in a way only he can.

“I love you,” I cry out on a whisper, tugging on his hips with my hands. His pelvis hits the apex of my thighs, pushing softness against my aching clit with each thrust.

“Gwen,” he pleads, lifting my thigh over his arm so he can force himself deeper. “Lift your hips for me.”

He raises himself onto his forearm as his hand pulls my lower back up. This is new. It feels amazing. I can see stars. My heels dig into the mattress after he releases my leg. Warm lips seek mine. I feel his panting breaths on my face and then his tongue against my lips. As he pushes all of him into me straight to the hilt with every thrust, I can hardly cry out from the ache it causes deep within.

“I’m there,” I warn him, hoping that he’s there with me.

His grunt is loud and I feel him swell, filling me so perfectly. It’s when his swollen cock throbs with the first spasm of orgasm that I follow him and allow myself to release the pent up pleasure in my stomach.

“Yes,” he pushes harder. “Gwen, god… don’t stop.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

I’m too lost and limp. My insides keep twitching with delicious tingles.

A shudder flutters through my body as Nathan collapses on top of me, bringing both of our bodies against the mattress. He rolls instantly, still panting from the exertion but thankfully not crushing me beneath his weight. His sculpted and toned body certainly doesn’t weigh nothing.

“That was incredible,” he whispers into the darkened room and holds me tight to his side.

I count down from six in my head and, when I reach one, he pulls away to have his after sex shower. Rolling my face into the pillow, I smile at the routine of it. It used to offend me but now I don’t care. Soon I’ll follow and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The thought of not showering after sex is almost repulsive to me now that I’m in the habit of it.

A heavy breath leaves me when I drag myself to sitting and finally hobble into the bathroom where Nathan is already under the hot spray. He holds the door open for me and smiles when I step inside. It’s then that we hold each other under the heated water, our rapidly beating hearts synchronising.



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