Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“I feel like we just did something demonic.”
“We did make an oath that pays respects to the one we worship down below.”
“How poetic.”
He laughed lightly. “You don’t need to be nervous. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
That did not help. I swung my gaze towards his and my pulse spiked. The ache between my legs grew in response to the way he was looking at me.
I forced myself to focus on something else. I glimpsed down and his solid print caught my attention first, followed by a small puddle of crimson.
“We’re getting blood all over the floor.”
He wound our fingers together and wordlessly pulled me closer, locking our bloodied hands together behind my back as he brought my body flush against his.
“We’re about to get a lot bloodier than this, Puppet.”
“Ciaran…” I trailed off, unsure what I was trying to say.
He cupped my jaw with his other hand and tilted my head back, silencing any objections with his lips and tongue. It began somewhat gentle but neither of us wanted soft or tender. He nipped me, eliciting a low whimper, soothing the sting with the tip of his tongue. Dropping his hand to my throat, he collared me and began to move forward, forcing my body to go backward.
He didn’t break our kiss until the back of my knees met with his mattress. He pulled our bloodied hands apart and pushed me down onto the bed.
My back sank into silk and plush bedding as soft as a cloud. It smelled of him, heightening my perception of what we were doing. I stared up at him acutely aware that my lips were probably puffy, and my face was flushed. My dress had risen to a beyond decent level, revealing the black G-string I’d worn beneath it.
“You look like you belong here,” he murmured, running his bloody palm up my leg. I shuddered as he got closer to my apex, forcing myself to remain still.
Music began to play throughout the apartment, giving us another layer of privacy. I wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
My breath hitched as his hand reached where the fabric of my G-string covered me and pulled it aside.
His gaze dipped between my legs seeing my undeniable arousal. I’d never been gladder I kept myself trimmed.
“Your pussy is just as pretty as you, Puppet.”
My face heated in response. He stepped back, removing his shirt before making quick work of his jeans. My mouth dried as I drank in the perfection that was his body. I never knew he had so many tattoos.
I took in his abs that I wanted to trace with my tongue, halting on the outline I couldn’t miss. Ciaran shoved down his boxers and my stomach flipped with a fluttering sensation. His dick was huge and thick. A vein ran from the tip to the base surrounded by a patch of dark curls.
“Take your dress off,” he commanded softly.
I bit my lip and slowly complied. Sitting up, I bunched the tight material in both hands and lifted it over my head.
I reached back and unhooked my bralette next, leaving me in nothing but the G-string. I was comfortable in my skin and didn’t attempt to hide from his hungry stare. His eyes took in every inch of me, feeling like a heated caress.
His low groan of appreciation coupled with the look on his face had me growing hotter. I pressed my legs together in an attempt to alleviate the throbbing sensation.
“You are too fucking beautiful for words.”
The compliment brought a smile to my face. He laughed lowly and climbed back onto the bed. Gripping both my knees, he pushed them apart and settled his solid body between my legs. He kissed my lips and my jaw and then began kissing my neck.
I sighed contentedly and placed both my hands on his shoulders, allowing them to roam freely across his soft skin.
The bleeding hadn’t entirely stopped yet on my palm and left trails of blood on him, but he didn’t seem to care. He continued to kiss his way down my body.
He hooked two fingers in my G-string and nearly tore it off. I watched him move lower and place a kiss on my hood, spreading the lips of my pussy, sliding his tongue right down the center.
I jolted in response, releasing a soft moan. His bloodied palm flattened against my clit as he began licking me softly, barely making contact. I squirmed in frustration causing him to laugh. I reached down and slid my hands into his hair, letting the soft strands glide through my fingers as I pulled his face deeper between my legs.
He put his tongue all the way inside me and worked it up and down.
I moaned loudly, letting my head fall back on the bed.
His palm began to rotate, working my clit in a circular motion as he alternated between eating my pussy and teasing the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue.