Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“You’re teasing me,” I accuse.
His eyes are pure mischief. “Am I?”
“Remember, Damion, I can pay you back. I can think of many ways.”
“Sounds fun, baby. Keep thinking.” He eases my legs apart again, one leg on his shoulder, as he kisses a path from my inner knee all the way down until finally, finally, his breath is a warm splay of sunshine and sin on my clit. So close. So very close.
But not quite there.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Alana
He licks me, and I gasp, my hips lifting, my body craving more. “Is that what you want?” he taunts. “For me to lick you all over?”
Not all over, I think, just right there. But I think he gets it. “You know exactly what I want. You’re intentionally teasing me.”
His confirming laughter vibrates just above my flesh, and my fingers curl around the blankets. “Please already. Please. Is that what you want?”
“That’s exactly what I want.” He rewards me with another lick of his tongue, his fingers sliding along the seam of my sensitive flesh. “You’re so damn wet. Every moment outside you is worth it to feel this.” His fingers press inside me, and as I gasp again, this time loudly, his mouth closes over my clit, and he suckles.
This isn’t going to take long, I think, as my body darn near vibrates under his mouth, and his fingers pump and stretch and explore, inside and out, and I’m simply wild with my need—hips lifting, back arching, fingers twining roughly in his hair to the point it has to hurt.
But I can’t stop.
Not until the clench stills me, and inside it I find the burn of pleasure, this promise that absolute bliss is coming. I tumble over with the most intense spasm of orgasm I’ve ever experienced, and then it’s a cascade of ripples and waves that overwhelm me in the best of ways. I all but black out and come back to when I’ve collapsed, sunk into the mattress in utter contentment.
His fingers slide from inside me, and his mouth returns for one last kiss pressed to my belly before he’s sliding up my body and kissing me. I’m salty on his lips, and the hunger in him is almost a growl, and the craving for more in me growls a little right with him. He radiates urgency, his willpower is spent the way I was only moments before, and his energy feeds more of the same in me.
He cups my backside and rotates me to my side, angling our hips, and he doesn’t tease us. He presses inside me, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt him as big or as hard as he is now. I lean into him, clinging to his shoulder and to the press of his naked skin to mine, and he drives deep. We pant as if one, and he shifts inside me, settling in just right.
“You feel so damn good, baby,” he murmurs, stroking hair from my face. “I think I’ll stay right here forever.” His lips brush mine. “I love you.” Somehow, that admission is rough as sandpaper and still manages to be silky seduction.
“I love you, too,” I whisper.
The heat between us smolders and mixes with so much emotion that I can barely catch my breath. He pulls back, eases his cock so far back, and when I think I will scream with his near absence, he thrusts hard and fast. My nipples pucker between us, the dark hair on his chest tickling the tips, and I feel that sensation deep in my core where I squeeze him, dragging him deeper. His mouth crushes mine, his body grinding against mine, and it’s this slow, seductive dance. Everything else fades and falls away. There is only this, him, me. We work into a frenzy, and he rolls to his back and pulls me on top.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Alana,” he murmurs hoarsely, his eyes devouring me where I straddle him. “Ride me, baby.”
And I do. I so do. No hesitation in me. I brace myself on his chest, my hips gyrating, eyes fluttering. His hands and eyes are all over me—my breasts, my belly, my hips. He sits up, holding me close, his face buried in my neck as he rocks me against him, thrusting as he pulls me down against him. But I’m there already. I’m always there.
The next thing I know, I’m on my back, one knee in my chest. He’s driving into me, wild and hard, and I’m right there with him, my free leg tangled around his leg, holding him to me. He grinds to a groaning release, my knee falling away, his body enveloping mine. The trembling in my core is eternal and still far too short.
We’re back to panting together—we’re good at that, it seems—when he kisses me hard and fast and then rolls off of me onto his back. “Holy mother, woman,” he murmurs, tilting his head to look at me.