Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
She arches into me, fingers fisted in my hair, and her voice trembles when she whispers, “Please.”
That’s all it takes. One word. That desperate little plea.
I push her back gently until she’s flat on the cool counter, her hips on the edge, her legs wide around me. I drag her leggings down, slowly at first, wanting to savor the way her body reveals itself inch by inch. But halfway down, patience dies. I rip the rest from around her ankles because I need her now. I need to feel her skin, to watch her face when I push into her, to know that even after everything she’s said to me tonight, she still wants this. Wants me.
She gasps when the air hits her, thighs trembling slightly as she tries to pull me back toward her. I grab her hips and hold her still.
“Slow,” I murmur, voice low and shaking with restraint. “Let me look at you.”
It’s not even about sex in this moment. It’s about the way her chest rises and falls, the fear and want mixing in her eyes, the softness in her expression that she only gives me. It’s about the way she opens for me like I’m someone she trusts even when she’s terrified I might break her heart or ruin her life.
I drag my thumb along her inner thigh, watching the way she shivers.
“You want this?” I ask because I need to hear her say it again.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Samuil, please. I want you.”
I groan and reach down to free myself, pushing my sweats low enough to get what I need. The second my cock brushes her, heat punches through me so hard I almost lose it. She’s already wet, already soft and ready, and when I drag my length through her folds, she whimpers and lifts her hips like she’s begging me to stop teasing her.
I grip her waist tighter. “Look at me,” I say.
Her eyes rise to mine, wide, desperate, and somehow trusting. I push into her, slow and deliberate. We both gasp.
Her nails dig into my forearms as I sink into her slowly, stretching her inch by inch until she’s gripping me so tight my vision blurs. She’s trembling, holding onto me like she needs me to keep her from falling apart.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out, leaning over her as I fill her completely. “You feel… Fuck, Molly.”
She exhales shakily, adjusting to me, her legs tightening around my hips as I settle deep inside her. Her warmth surrounds me, pulls me under, and makes me forget every terrible fear she has. There’s nothing in the world except her body, her breath, and her slick heat gripping me.
I pull back slowly and push into her again, harder this time. She cries out with unbridled pleasure and the sound hits me so deep I nearly come right then. Her hands grip my forearms, urging, desperate.
“More,” she whispers.
I give her more.
My thrusts find a rhythm, deep and steady, claiming her with every inch. Her hips lift to meet each movement, her breath breaking in soft, frantic sounds that make my blood burn. My thumb finds her swollen clit and rubs slow circles as I pound into her.
Her body tightens beneath mine, thighs trembling.
“Samuil,” she sighs. “Oh—”
“I know,” I murmur. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
Her climax hits fast. Her entire body clenches around me, pulling me deeper as she cries out, her fingers gripping the countertop. I keep moving, drawing it out, fucking her through it until she’s shaking against me.
When she collapses back onto the counter, chest heaving, I don’t stop. I can’t. I’m too far gone. I lift her legs higher around me, angle her hips, and thrust harder, deeper, until I’m right on the edge of losing control.
“Say my name,” I growl, voice rough with need.
“Samuil—”
Something inside me snaps.
I slam into her one final time and come hard, groaning, my entire body shuddering as release tears through me.
When I finally pull back enough to look at her, her face is flushed and soft, her lashes damp. She looks wrecked and beautiful and mine in a way that terrifies me.
I know what comes next. Her fear. Her doubts. Her questions. This doesn’t erase her need to protect herself and our child from the world I live in.
I pull out of her slowly and help her sit upright on the counter, keeping my hands on her hips like I’m afraid she’ll disappear. She adjusts her shirt, cheeks still pink, breathing still uneven.
For a moment, we’re silent. Then she looks away. There’s the shift. The moment reality pushes its way back in. I rest my hand on the counter beside her thigh, letting my fingers brush her skin lightly. “Molly…”
She shakes her head, overwhelmed. I can see the battle in her eyes. She wants me, she wants this, and she wants our child. She’s also terrified of the truth of who I am. I’m both the man who brings her immense pleasure and the man who kills without hesitation, who commands an army of men trained to destroy anyone who crosses us.