Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Then I ducked my head and sucked him into my mouth.
His hips jerked as his hand slapped down on the back of my neck and a ragged curse escaped him.
His reaction had a little moan escaping me, the sound vibrating around his length, dragging a groan out of him before I started to work him.
He gathered my hair and fisted it at the nape of my neck, letting him watch me as I moved up and down his cock.
The taste of him, the way he tensed, gasped, groaned, cursed, it all had my own desire ratcheting up once again.
But then his hand was twisting my hair tighter and pulling until the burn across my scalp gave me no choice but to slide backward until his cock slid out from between my pursed lips.
Kylo pulled just a little harder until my head was angled back to look up at him.
And what I saw had my sex clenching hard.
The heavy-lidded eyes, the wide pupils, the gaze that was borderline primal.
He got to his feet, his hand still in my hair, taking me with him.
His lips crashed down on mine—hard, hungry, almost bruising in their intensity.
And me?
I melted into it, into him.
So when he leaned down and hooked his hands behind my thighs, lifting me up off my feet, I didn’t need any prompting to pull them up and wrap them around his back as my arms slid around his neck, holding on as he started to walk us across the balcony.
I didn’t know where he was going.
I didn’t care as his tongue toyed with mine.
But I felt my belly bottom out as he hooked forward, leaving me desperately holding on until I felt the soft material of the outdoor bed beneath me.
Kylo kissed me for one long moment before pulling away to stand off the side of the round, partially shaded bed.
My gaze tracked down his body, finding his cock still out and straining.
A sound escaped him, catching me watching. Then his hands pushed down the soaked material of his boxers.
He reached down to something on the ground. I thought, possibly, to free his feet of the clinging material. But when he came back up, I saw the little gold foil square in his hand.
His breath rose and fell as frantically as mine as he raised the foil to nip the corner.
Then he quickly protected us before coming to the edge of the bed, his knees pressing in.
But he didn’t come right over me.
His lips found the outside of my knee and kissed upward. Over my thigh, my hipbone, my belly, ribs, the underside of my breasts, then between until he was kissing my neck once again.
I was trembling with need when his weight finally crushed into me, pressing me deeper into the cushions.
My legs slid up his sides, heels digging into his ass as he lowered down, his hard length sliding up my cleft as his lips finally found mine once again.
He was clearly trying to be soft, gentle, taking his time with me.
But the need was too strong, too desperate.
I was rocking against him. My nails scraped his back.
“Kylo, please,” I whimpered, breaking off the kiss.
That sexy rumble moved through him again, vibrating into me, as he shifted his hips back.
His gaze was on mine as the tip of him pressed against me for one agonizingly long second.
Then his hips thrust and he surged deep inside me.
I couldn’t tell you which was louder—his curse or my moan.
As my legs bracketed his hips and my walls adjusted to the thick stretch of him, though, I did know one thing. Nothing had ever felt quite so right.
But before I could wrap my head around that thought, Kylo’s hips pulled back before slamming deep again.
Not fast.
But hard.
Deep.
Making me achingly aware of every inch of him each time.
My sounds were deep, almost guttural as the pleasure grew—a deep ache that intensified with each passing second.
“Fuck, Rue,” he groaned as I tightened around him, as my breath caught, then exhaled on a moan as the orgasm surged through me.
Kylo kept the same pace through it, dragging it out until I was trembling and gasping for breath.
Only then did his lips find mine again as his pace slowed, softened, giving my body a chance to come down, but also somehow driving me up once again.
At the sound of my first moan, Kylo lifted up, watching me for a moment. Then he slid an arm under my back and rolled himself underneath me.
His hands slid behind my knees, gripping until the position forced me to push up and sit back, looking down at him.
His gaze was molten as his hands slipped up my chest to close over my breasts again.
Any uncertainty I might have felt under any other circumstance slipped away at the raw hunger in his gaze.