Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
His lips latch onto my neck then, his teeth nipping as my release hums beneath his strong hands. I gasp, arching into him as my legs feel like they might give out beneath me. He must sense that he’s making me weak in the knees because he loops one arm around my waist and holds me tighter to him as his fingertips work magic on my pussy. I’m soaked and tingling and in the next moment fireworks light through my system and I sway into his broad chest, quivering and shaking and sighing with sweet pleasure. He catches my breathless pants with his kiss, murmuring words against my lips like love and forever and I realize then that all I’ve been through has gotten me here, in his arms, right where I belong.
Chapter Eleven
Hunter
Lark’s hand is warm in mine as we make our way back to the lodge, her small fingers gripping tightly like she’s afraid I’ll vanish. I grip back harder, silently promising her that I will always be here with her.
“For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I need to be,” she hums, thoughtful.
The admission sends a rush of warmth through me, a strange mix of pride and tenderness. I pull her closer, my arm wrapping around her shoulders, drawing her against my side.
“Good,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Lark melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her body pressing close. The kiss deepens, turning hungry, and I feel the familiar fire flare to life. I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.
“Bedroom?” she whispers against my lips, her breath hot and ragged.
I grin, my voice low and possessive. “Damn right.”
I carry her down the hallway, when we reach the bedroom, I kick the door open, not bothering to be gentle. The bed is unmade, the sheets tangled from restless nights, but none of that matters. All that matters is the woman in my arms.
I lay her down gently, my body covering hers, the weight of me pressing her into the mattress. Her eyes are dark, filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability that sends a thrill through me.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, my hands moving with a purpose, stripping away the barriers between us. Her moans are soft, breathy, and they drive me wild, pushing me to the edge of my control.
When we’re finally skin to skin, I pause, looking down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her swollen lips, the desire in her eyes.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur, my voice filled with raw honesty.
She smiles, a soft, shy smile that’s more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.
“So are you,” she whispers.
I move slowly, deliberately, savoring every touch, every kiss. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the steady, unrelenting need to be as close to her as possible. When I finally enter her, it’s like everything falls into place, the world narrowing down to the rhythm of our bodies, the heat between us.
“I love when you have that look in your eye like you want to ravage me like a hungry man,” she teases.
“Always, babe. All night, every night.”
Her eyes scrunch up adorably, and I catch myself using the word adorable. Jesus, I’ve gone soft for this woman. It’s official. I’ve handed her my balls without a second thought. I’m a complete pussy when it comes to her.
“I like feeling your body pressed to mine,” I admit, the air between us thickening. “I’d wake up to you hogging my pillow every morning if that’s the price I have to pay to be with you.”
“I do not hog your pillow—” she starts to protest.
“Sure, sure,” I cut her off with a grin. “I’d sleep in a cave as long as I have you in my arms.”
She purses her lips thoughtfully, and my cock throbs, impossibly harder. All I can think about is laying her out right here, spreading her wide across my bed, and fucking her until she’s begging for more.
“I can’t wait to make more memories with you,” I say, my voice a low growl. “I’m done with you sneaking out before dawn.”
Her eyebrow arches. “I promise, never again, Hunter.”
I step closer, my voice dropping to a rumble. “Kill me for liking the idea of sinking into you at every opportunity, but I also want to hold you after, smell that fruity stuff you use in your hair.” I lean in, inhaling deeply. “And, fuck, I love the scent of me on you. Makes me hard, the thought of you walking around with my scent on you all day. I want everyone to know that this,” I say, reaching between her legs and rubbing her pussy, “is mine. Only mine. And I want you in my life. Forever.”