Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
She gasped and nodded, whimpering as I picked up speed. Her pussy rippled around my cock, and I lost my damn mind.
I fucked her with hard, deep strokes that had her arching into me, her nails digging into my back and her legs wrapping around my waist like she never wanted to let me go. I growled praise against her ear. Nipped at her neck. Pinned her hands above her head and told her exactly what to do, what to give me, how good she felt.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was possession.
Her eyes drifted shut, and I growled, “Look at me.”
They fluttered open again.
“Don’t close your eyes when I’m fucking you. Let me see everything.”
She nodded, then moaned, “Yes. Oh yes.”
Her gaze stayed locked on mine.
“Good girl,” I breathed as I changed my angle so I hit her clit with every glide of my cock into her tight channel.
Marissa shuddered, and I pounded in and out like a fucking madman. “That’s it…just like that. Fuck. You’re taking me so good, baby.”
She arched up into me, crying out for more, so I fucked her even harder. “Fuck, look at you. You were made for sin. No one else gets to see you like this. Ever.”
“Oh, Raiden. Yes. Yes!”
Gripping her hips, I slammed into her with bruising thrusts until I felt her tighten again, her body coiling and shuddering beneath mine. She was close.
I didn’t realize I wasn’t wearing a condom until I was right there, on the edge and too far gone to stop. I couldn’t pull out. Didn’t fucking want to.
Being buried inside her like that—no barriers, no space, nothing between us—was the most intimate thing I’d ever felt. I wanted to come inside her. Brand her. Mark her in the most primal way possible.
I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, groaning her name as I emptied into her unprotected womb. She cried out, coming with me, clutching me so tightly I could barely breathe.
It was the best damn orgasm of my life.
Eventually, her arms went slack, but I didn’t move right away. I stayed there, panting against her neck, my cock still buried inside her as I tried to wrap my head around what the fuck just happened. I finally eased out of her and stood, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and coming back to gently clean her. I pressed kisses to her thighs, her stomach, and her lips while I was at it. She watched me with sleepy eyes, her expression soft and open.
I climbed back into bed and pulled her into my arms. She curled against my chest, tucked under my chin like she was made to be there.
She fell asleep fast, but I lay there for a long time, watching her with my hand resting low on her back, anchoring her to me as the truth settled deep in my bones.
Mine.
One night?
Not a fucking chance in hell.
Marissa was it for me.
I wasn’t letting her go.
4
MARISSA
Iwoke before the sun rose, tangled in heat and muscle. For a few seconds, I didn’t move, holding my breath as I just lay there with my cheek pressed to Raiden’s chest and his arm draped around my waist. It felt like he’d caged me there even in sleep, and I liked the idea of that. Probably too much.
My body ached in places I hadn’t even known were possible, but not in a bad way.
The twinges I felt were reminders of last night that I’d carry with me. Of how hungry Raiden had been for me. The way I’d made him lose control. Even though I was inexperienced.
I should have been embarrassed that he’d realized I was a virgin before I told him. But I wasn’t. Not when he’d looked at me with so much passion in his dark eyes. Or with how he’d kissed me like he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. The feminine thrill I’d felt was too strong to allow room for being self-conscious.
Almost as though he felt me thinking about him, Raiden’s hand tightened on my hip in his sleep. The small, instinctive gesture melted my heart in ways that it shouldn’t after only spending one night together.
I slowly lifted my head an inch, and my lips curved at how much softer his masculine features were. The edge he’d had during the press conference was completely wiped away. His lashes were long enough to be unfair, and a lock of dark hair had flopped onto his forehead. He would’ve looked almost boyish except for his thick beard.
My gaze drifted down to his broad shoulders, and I noticed a scar that made me wonder if there was a story behind it. As I continued down his muscular chest, heat rushed to my cheeks as I took in how low the sheet was riding on his hips. It just barely covered the hard length that had been deep inside me last night.