Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
In rough tugs, I untie her boots, pulling them from her feet and tossing them across the room, hearing the thuds as they hit the wall. Next, I peel her socks from the cutest feet I’ve ever seen and drop them onto the pine boards of the floor.
Next, button pops from her jeans as I grip them with my fists, and the zipper retreats from the force.
Taking in her naked body, agony clutches in my center. She’s too perfect. Too good for someone like me. Her body is soft and curved, with flawless ivory skin, waiting for my marks. I will ruin her in every way I can.
I’ll be the first to touch her. Taste her. Feel her body clutch around my cock and hear the sounds she makes when she cums for me, my dick buried deep inside her heaven.
All those things, I will be her first.
But I will also be the last.
No one will ever touch her but me. If they try, they will beg for mercy as the pain I will inflict on them brings them crumbling to their knees.
7
Astrid
LOOKING UP AT MATHIAS, I finally grasp the whole love at first sight deal.
A moment of doubt lingers, wondering if this is lust, not love.
I realize, it’s both and they are an inseparable addicting mixture that I never want to end.
I felt it all, that moment in the hallway, but it didn’t make sense until now.
I’ve read a few romance books. It never was a big interest of mine though. Finding love, the whole swept off your feet...
But I have to say, what’s going on with Mathias? It’s all the things they write about in those books. Books I thought were pure fantasy.
Mathias looks like he’s in pain. His face is tight, and I notice for the first time the tortured reflected in his eyes and wonder what he’s thinking. He saved me from that bear, although in truth I’m pretty sure I could have dealt with it.
Or, he saved the bear from me.
His eyes make slow loops around my naked body and I’m surprised at how comfortable I feel laying here exposed. I want this, but in my belly there’s a gnawing.
“This is crazy.” I finally mutter, and Mathias’ eyes dart to mine.
“This is crazy.” He says on a nod. “But it’s not wrong. Nothing that feels like this could be wrong.”
I know I was in need of human connection, but this is not what I imagined when I went to town for a burger and a beer.
I arch my back as he brings a finger down to press on the center of my chest, holding it there, driving me insane with such a simple touch.
“Please,” I mumble, needing something and everything from him.
“I like that.” A dark smile curves his lips. “Hearing you say please.” He reaches down with his other hand and strokes the length jutting out from under his pants. “I’ve never been this fucking hard.”
The hunger in his eyes makes me shiver, and I know I should be frightened. After all, he’s a beast of a man I barely know, and here I am naked in front of him in some far-off cabin where no one would hear me scream or find the buried body.
Fire follows where his finger traces around one nipple, making it draw tight, and then he’s on the other, his eyes moving from where he’s touching me to my eyes then back.
“Spread your legs.” He grunts, his teeth set into his bottom lip as he gulps air through the grimace. On a deep breath, I let my knees fall open, allowing someone to see me like this for the first time.
A restrained growl rumbles from deep inside him, and his eyes narrow as the muscles in his chest flex.
“So beautiful. The perfect shade of pink. Wet. Glorious.”
His hands come together, rubbing his mouth, then down his beard, a wild, predatory look in his eyes.
The craving inside of me spins nearly out of control, bowing my body again, legs wide, feeling like if he doesn’t touch me, I might die.
He tips his head as I battle back frustrated moans.
“You want something?” The darkness in his eyes flickers.
I nod, my lips open, but no words come.
“Tell me what you want.” He growls, his body lowering, arms locked, fists sinking into the bed as he hovers over me.
My eyes are focused on his as I fight to find words.
“You.” I finally manage, as my hands go to the trucks of his rock-solid forearms and cling to him for everything I want.
“You already have me.” He answers, and my belly flips as he brings his hips down between my open legs. The coarse fabric of his jeans against me, the cool metal of his belt buckle on my lower belly, almost sends me into orbit. I wrap my legs around him, pushing up, trying to find relief from the incessant thrumming between my legs. “Needy girl.”