Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Fuck me, she was a temptress, a goddess, as she rolled her hips against me without a second thought. She took control of the dance, using my body to make herself feel good on the dance floor, spinning to move that luscious ass on me, reaching up and gripping my neck while her spine kissed my chest.
I growled, unable to contain the sound as she bent at the hips before rolling back up slowly. She was practically glowing with both confidence and radiance, and I was just fucking lucky to be a part of the ride.
Spinning her back around, I reached for her wrists, throwing them around my neck as I moved with her, taking lead. She submitted easily, allowing me to sway her back and forth, to slip my thigh between hers to bring us closer. Her blue eyes were charged as they met mine, and I nearly dropped to my knees from the look in them—desire, need, and love.
I couldn’t deny it because it was the way I looked at her.
Fuck.
She pulled on my neck as one song transitioned into another, reaching up on her tiptoes until I bent so she could reach my ear. “Take me home,” she said, her tone laced with need.
“Say less,” I growled, taking her hand in mine and leading her through the club. She waved behind us to Daisy before we made it out of the club and into the backseat of my driver’s car.
The door barely closed before Serenity’s mouth was on mine, nothing delicate about it. She kissed me like she was starving, and it made me instantly hard. I held her as close as possible in the backseat, groaning as her hands roamed over my chest and abs, then lower, her fingers teasing the line of my cock over my pants.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my lips at the shell of her ear. I nipped her lobe. “You look downright edible in this costume.” I trailed my fingers over her bare skin, shuddering when I felt the thin string that held up the skirt she wore.
She hooked her leg over mine, giving me more access to her bare legs, the bolts of soft fabric easily falling to the side.
The driver never once looked in the rearview mirror, and by the time we were at my house, I could hardly contain myself. I shut the car door behind her, quickly scooping her up and tossing her over my shoulder as I headed toward my front door.
Serenity giggled, and I playfully smacked her ass as I finally got us inside. I didn’t bother setting her on her feet, instead heading straight for the bedroom.
I shifted her off my shoulder, ensuring her body slid down mine slowly as I set her on her feet. I took a small step back, taking my time to admire the costume. She looked every bit the tempting warrior princess, and I literally didn’t know where I wanted to start first.
Serenity smirked, a confident look that was rare but so damn beautiful. She backed up, glancing at the bed. More specifically at the bedposts. Just like my home in Chicago, they had hooks embedded into all four.
“Serenity,” I warned when she climbed on the bed on all fours so I’d have the best view of her ass as she tapped the hooks.
“I want to see this monster you’ve been warning me about,” she said, turning to face me, rising up to her knees, her thighs slightly parted.
“You want me in control,” I argued, tracking her hands as she dragged them over her breasts and stomach and back up again. Little fucking tease. “You’re pushing me to not have any.”
She grinned like that was exactly what she wanted to do. “Gareth,” she said, a plea in her tone. “Please,” she begged, shifting her hands lower until one disappeared under the center bolt of flimsy fabric. “I feel so wild tonight. I don’t want that feeling to end.”
I pressed my lips together, a muscle in my jaw tensing. My wife wanted to ride this high a little longer, that I could understand, but she was still very new when it came to intimacy. The last thing I wanted to do was push her too far too fast or give her more than she was ready for.
“I want you to show me,” she said, a little more serious this time. “Show me how you’d be with anyone else. Anyone more experienced than me.”
My brow furrowed, my heart fucking breaking at the words that came out of her mouth.
I stormed over to the bed, yanking her body against mine, crushing my mouth on hers. There was nothing gentle about the kiss, nothing but the raw intensity in which I wanted her. She whimpered, her fingers fisting my shirt. I tangled her braided hair in my hand, gently tugging it so that her head tipped back, and I pulled away to look down at her.