Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
There was no slow buildup. No teasing. Just a collision of mouths and a melding of our mutual desperation.
My hands were everywhere—removing her shirt, gliding over her slender curves, cupping her incredible tits. Her tight little nipples scraped my palms, and my rock-hard cock turned to pure steel.
She moaned, arching into me, her leg sliding up and over my hip.
“Tell me you’re okay,” I growled, voice scraping the edge of control.
“I’m better than okay,” she whispered, nails digging into my shoulders. “I’ve never felt safer.”
That broke the last thread.
I rolled her under me, settling between her thighs like it was where I was meant to be. Her skin was hot, her eyes glassy with sleep and want. She reached for me, and I caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the pillow.
“You belong here, baby,” I rasped. “In this bed. Under me. Full of me.”
Her thighs widened, hips tilting, silently begging me in the dark.
I thrust into her in one long stroke, burying myself to the hilt with a guttural moan. Her head tipped back, eyes closed and her lips parting in a cry that went straight to my dick.
Tight, warm, already dripping for me. So damn perfect.
I ground my hips down, locking her in place while I fucked her slow and deep, each roll of my hips a promise. My name spilled from her lips between ragged breaths, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her to scream it. To have it echoing off the walls, torn from her soul. Telling the world that she was mine.
She tried to move, to take a little control, but I tightened my grip on her wrists and held her down with my hips.
“No,” I growled. “I’m not letting you pretend this is anything but what it is.”
She blinked up at me, breathless. “And what is that?”
“A fucking claiming.”
I shifted one hand to her throat—not squeezing, just holding, grounding her while I fucked deeper. Her pupils blew wide, nearly eclipsing the soft blue irises. Her legs trembled as her climax neared.
“This isn’t just sex, Tamara,” I rasped. “This is me inside you, putting a future in you, tying you to me in every fucking way.”
Her breath hitched, but a spark in her eyes and the pretty flush on her cheeks told me she liked the idea.
“You want that? Does my good girl want me to put a baby in her belly?” I nearly blew just from saying it out loud while her walls clenched around me.
“Yes! Talon!”
“That’s right, baby.” I thrust again, harder this time, and her back bowed off the bed. “Say it. Tell me who’s inside you. Who owns you.”
“You do,” she gasped. “You. Only you.”
“Good girl,” I praised before I dropped my mouth to hers again, kissing her with everything I wanted to say but couldn’t get past my grunting and erratic breathing as I fucked her with a primal instinct. She’d called me a caveman, and at that moment, I couldn’t disagree because I was focused on two things—bringing my woman ultimate pleasure and breeding her.
When I felt her tighten around me, just seconds from unraveling, I let go. Coming with a growl against her mouth, holding her so tightly she couldn’t forget it even if she tried.
There was a moment of silence as though the world was holding still. Then she threw back her head and screamed my name as she broke apart beneath me.
When the aftershocks faded, I gathered her into my arms, and we drifted to sleep.
I stayed buried deep.
Because I wasn’t done.
I’d never be fucking done.
10
TAMARA
Waking up wrapped in Talon’s arms was almost as good as the orgasms he gave me. Each time we had sex, it somehow managed to top the last. Last night was no exception.
He’d gotten in late. I’d almost convinced myself he wasn’t coming back until morning. But the second the door opened, everything inside me settled. He hadn’t said much, just kissed me like he was drowning. Then he sank into me as though I was the only thing keeping him alive.
There had been less dirty talk than usual, but I didn’t need words when I had the weight of his hands and the raw heat in his eyes. And the powerful thrusts as he buried himself inside me over and over again. It hadn’t been slow or soft, and I could still feel where he’d been this morning.
Now I lay tangled in Talon’s arms, the early morning light filtering through the slits in the blinds. His breathing was slow and steady, and he had one heavy arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me against the comforting rhythm of his chest as it rose and fell.
I slowly twisted in his hold so I could peek at him. His face was softer in sleep, less guarded, with the sharp lines of his jaw relaxed. I couldn’t stop staring at him.