Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
My heart swelled, and so many emotions I thought I’d given up on rose to the surface, not the least of which was hope. Hope that this would change things. Hope that he would value me more than just a means of winning the Acquisition.
The warmth that bloomed in my heart was almost too much to bear, and I wanted to hide it, nurture it—let it grow under the harsh sun of the Acquisition. I slid over to him and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow and even out. He ran his hand up and down my back and my side.
I was awash in him, soaking up his heat, his sweat, his emotions. He sighed deeply and his hand stopped, resting at my waist. I held my breath, never wanting the spell to break.
“Sin?” Teddy’s voice from the other side of the door made me jump.
Sin covered me with the blanket before tugging on his boxers and going to the door.
He clicked the lock and opened it a crack.
“What?” Sin’s voice was rough.
“I know she’s in there,” Teddy said. “I just wanted to ask about Mom. Is she going to be okay?” The worry in his voice was enough to make me turn toward the door, more concerned than embarrassed.
“I gave her something so she can sleep. You know how she gets this time of year.”
“Yeah, but it’s never been like that.”
Sin ran a hand through his hair, his back muscles flexing with the movement. “I know.”
“Can I go up and see her?”
“Yeah, she’s out. Farns is sitting with her.”
“Okay. I’ll check on her. Bye, Stella.”
“Bye, Teddy,” I called.
Sin turned and lowered his eyebrows at me before closing the door and locking it again.
“You two think you’re clever, don’t you?” He smiled, warmth and hunger mixing in his eyes.
Yes. I shrugged. He stalked to the bed, ripped the blanket off and settled on top of me, pushing between my legs and wrapping his arms around me, pinning my elbows to my sides.
He kissed my collarbone, light caresses that made the butterflies in my stomach swirl and dip. His lips were warm and soft as he moved to my neck, sucking my skin between his teeth. I squirmed as my body awoke from its momentary reprieve, but I was trapped in his arms with nowhere to go.
He nibbled at my jaw and surged against me, his cock hard again and seeking entrance. The only thing to stop him was the material of his boxers. I moaned as he bit my ear, and I was hyper aware of every sensation—his mouth, my hard nipples pressing into his chest, the exquisite ache between my thighs.
When he took my mouth, I moaned. He swallowed the sound and sank his tongue into me, demanding and hot. I gasped when he slanted over me, his body hard against me as the softness of our mouths melded. I was on fire again, needing even more of him. He slid a hand down to my ass and I was free to run my fingers through his silky soft hair. When I gripped it hard, he thrusted against me, his head pushing at my veiled entrance.
He rose onto his knees and shucked his shorts before falling on top of me again. I moaned as he sank inside without warning, my pussy clenching at the sudden intrusion. I dug my heels into his ass, ignoring the sting of pain. He thrusted smoothly and bent his head to my breast, teasing around the nipple. I buried both hands in his hair.
He sucked me into his mouth as he surged deep and stayed, grinding against my clit with small movements of his hips. I was already panting, my body on a hair trigger from his touch.
“I want to see you.” His deep voice was an aphrodisiac of its own.
Gripping my back, he flipped us over so I was on top. I sank down completely on him, his cock stretching into my deepest core as I threw my head back. His hands were at my hips as I rose and fell on him, working him in and out. I spread my knees even wider, and he thrust up into me, pulling a deep moan from my lungs.
I leaned forward, planting one hand on his chest and the other at the pillow next to his head.
“Fuck, yes, Stella. Look at me. Make yourself come on my cock.” He palmed a breast with one hand while his other stayed at my hip, pulling me down tight as I ground my pussy against him.
I held his gaze as I worked him. His grunts and thrusts made my pleasure spiral higher and higher. And when he pinched my nipple hard I cried his name.
“I’m so close,” I whispered, and put my forehead to his.