Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 603(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 402(@300wpm)
The grounding weight of his body pressing over her hips disappeared, and she instinctively reached for him. He gently turned her over, caught her hand, and pressed a kiss to the center of her palm, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Now, you’re ready,” he breathed. “I love seeing you so soft like this. So welcoming.”
Her heart raced as she became paralyzed by uncertainty. His thumb traced her bottom lip with the patience of a man who had all night.
It would be death by kindness in the end.
“You’re still tense.” His voice dropped low, barely above a murmur. “Don’t be afraid. Not of me and not of this. It was always going to get to this place, Joce. We were already there.”
Soft enough words that she could pretend she had no choice in the matter, certain enough that they both knew the truth.
Soren wanted this. He wanted it badly, and once he set his mind on something, he rarely backed down. Born and bred to get everything he desired from the world, he had no qualms about demanding too much. Even if it meant claiming parts of her no man had ever dared to claim before.
Sitting back on his heels, he took her in. Firelight painted gold across the hard lines of his shoulders and chest, catching the definition of muscle that spoke to hours spent earning his strength. Already hard, he gripped his impressive length and stroked himself slowly, making no move to rush.
He settled between her thighs, opening her body to him, and braced his forearms on either side of her head, caging her in.
His eyes held hers as the head of his cock notched against her entrance without penetrating. Heat pulled like hot honey moving through her veins, warming her insides as she shivered against the burning heat of his skin touching hers. Writhing beneath him, she silently begged for his touch.
“Keep looking at me, Jocelyn. I need your eyes on me.” Negotiation had no place when his voice held such command.
Anticipation coiled in her belly like a serpent, and her breath shook as she tried to feign calmness, feeling anything but. She only obeyed because rebellion would have cost her more than compliance in that moment.
She couldn’t explain her reluctance to go here with him, didn’t know how to name it. Maybe it was commitment phobia, maybe it was a deep-seated fear of intimacy. All she knew was that this was different from every other time before.
He rolled his hips forward, drawing in breath as he finally penetrated her. “Fuck,” he breathed, pulling back as if he needed time to adjust to the intense pleasure, as if it were even too intense for him.
Soren was the only man to ever make her tremble like this. The only man to want her so completely, it terrified her. She could feel her soul shaking so hard he felt it too, but that kind of response only hardened his resolve and prolonged his patience.
With slow, drugging kisses, he coaxed her mouth open. Shockingly, they hadn’t kissed all that much in their time together. Sex had always been an explosive collision of frustrated need, an itch that desperately needed to be scratched.
“You have the sexiest mouth,” he whispered, dragging his lips to the shell of her ear as the weight of his engorged cock rested between them, heavy and swollen.
“Soren, please…”
He groaned, long and low. “I love it when you beg.” He pressed into her slowly, giving her body time to accept his thick length, and she whimpered, feeling every place their bodies touched. “See how good it can be when you let me take the lead.”
Her hand tightened on his forearm in warning.
“More?” He thrust into her, burying himself before she could answer, and then he held himself there, deep inside, as if to show just how perfectly his body fit with hers.
A low groan escaped him, raw and unguarded, as if the sensations of her tight body gripping his thick cock were too much to bear. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing hard against her skin, and gave himself a moment to reclaim control.
Tension unraveled in her chest as a protective wave washed over her. The need to hold him had her hand lifting. He trembled when she raked her fingers slowly through his hair. “Are you okay?”
He shivered and nodded. “Fine.” His lips found hers in a slow, vulnerable kiss and his hips slowly moved with deep, unhurried revolutions that dragged along her most sensitive places.
Each rock of his hips was deliberate, angled to touch her in ways that built a gradual, unbearable heat from the inside out. His breathing grew ragged against her collarbone.
“Stay with me.” It was a plea wrapped in a command. He cupped her face, holding her still so he could take her mouth as he wanted. “Jesus, Jocelyn…”