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)
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I force myself to stay steady, to listen. “You showed me what it means to be free,” he continues, his eyes dark and full of emotion. “But more than that, you showed me what it means to love someone, fiercely and completely.”
He opens the box, revealing a simple, yet stunning ring—a thin band with a small, unpolished diamond that catches the sunlight. “Will you marry me?” he asks, his voice raw. “Will you be my wild, untamed wife and build a life with me on Devil’s Peak?”
The tears spill over, but I’m smiling so hard it hurts. “Yes,” I say, my voice breaking with joy. “Yes, Hunter, I’ll marry you.”
I throw myself at him, covering him in kisses, laughing and crying all at once. He pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly, as if he’s afraid I might disappear. “Mine,” he murmurs against my hair, his voice filled with a mix of relief and love. “All mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, the word a promise, a commitment I’ve never been more certain of.
He slips the ring onto my finger, his hands surprisingly gentle. The diamond catches the sunlight, a perfect reflection of everything we’ve built, everything we’ve fought for. I look at him, my eyes bright with love and confidence.
“I love you,” I say simply, the words carrying a weight that’s been missing for too long.
“I love you too,” he replies, his voice thick with emotion. “More than you’ll ever know.”
I tug at his waistband, a playful glint in my eyes. “So, are you going to kiss your fiancée properly, or what?”
He laughs, the sound deep and rich, filled with a happiness I’ve rarely heard from him.
“Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than kissing,” he growls, his eyes darkening with desire.
Before I can respond, he lifts me onto the boulder where I was sitting, my legs spread wide to accommodate him.
“Right here?” I ask, my voice a mix of excitement and teasing.
“Right here,” he confirms, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing the flannel shirt higher until it’s bunched around my waist.
His mouth finds mine again, and this time, the kiss is slow, full of promise and possession. His hands are everywhere—rough, demanding, and utterly confident. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me, my body arching into his touch, desperate for more.
“Hunter,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He grins against my mouth, his voice a low, wicked rumble.
“You ready to start making babies, Lark?” he asks, his tone playful but filled with a raw, primal desire.
The words send a jolt of heat straight through me, my core tightening in response.
“Is that so?” I taunt, my voice breathy.
He nods, his hands moving with purpose, sliding between my legs. “Starting now,” he growls, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.
I gasp, my back arching, my body yielding to his touch.
“Now,” I agree, my voice filled with a mix of urgency and surrender.
“I need to taste you first,” he growls, his lips crashing into mine, not gentle—frantic, like he’s been starved for this moment. Hell, I think I have been, too. My hands wind around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine in a messy, desperate kiss.
Each thud of my heartbeat sends passion flooding through me, his hands roaming over my heated skin, making me feel like I might combust. I’m always a mess in his presence—my panties soaked, my thoughts consumed by the need for his touch.
It’s been just a few days, and my body is already addicted to him.
He keeps his lips on mine as he cages me in his arms, his tongue moving slow and deep, teasing and devouring, as we melt together.
“I can’t wait to get you underneath me again, baby,” he murmurs, his hand inching higher up my thigh, kneading the flesh until I’m ready to come apart. His fingers don’t even need to reach my pussy—I’m already on the edge, teetering, aching for more.
“I can hardly think straight with your hands on my skin,” I manage to say, my voice a shaky whisper.
“That’s exactly what I had in mind,” he says, his breath hot against my ear. He nips at my earlobe before slipping his thumb beneath my panties. The rough scrape of his fingertip against my wet heat sends a jolt of molten pleasure shooting through my veins. I bite down on my lip, my thighs shaking as his thumb strokes back and forth, my pussy growing wetter with every pass.
With one swift move, he strips me bare, his clothes following in a blur. His mouth is on me in an instant, covering my hot, slick flesh with greedy licks. He works me closer and closer, his teeth catching my clit and tugging before he sucks hard, sending soft moans echoing around the walls of my apartment.