Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 700(@200wpm)___ 560(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
He rewarded her with another long, slow kiss, so that fire burned through both of them. He let it happen, taking those flames and savoring them. He didn’t allow the need building in both of them to stop his exploration. His claiming. He kissed the tips of her breasts and then spent time learning every curve, slope and peak. He used his mouth. His teeth. His tongue. His hands and fingers. Committing her to memory.
He registered every ragged pant. Her gasps that sent a rush of heat arrowing to his groin. The moans that sounded like music. The soft little cries that vibrated through his cock. Her hands moved over his shoulders, alternating between massaging his muscles, rubbing his skin and biting down with fingernails. Every touch sent waves of emotion straight to his heart. Sometimes the connection was so strong, he feared his heart couldn’t take the intensity.
He kissed his way along her ribs on either side, tracing them with his tongue, feeling her hands move to his head, fingers curling into his hair. She held on as if she might lose him, or she needed an anchor. He wanted it to be for both reasons.
His mouth blazed a trail to her belly button. He spent time there, wondering how he’d ever neglected it. He found the way she jerked under his tongue and teeth intriguing. She was sensitive there, and he slid his hand up the inside of her right thigh to the junction of her legs to feel how hot and slick she was.
“You’re so ready for me.” He murmured the words against the soft satiny skin of her belly. Deliberately, he rubbed his chin through the tiny curls on her mound. He hadn’t shaved and the shadow on his jaw was bristly.
“I’m always ready for you, Timur. I seem to be going around in a constant state of arousal.”
He pulled her thighs farther apart. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
The acknowledgment hissed out when his tongue swiped across that slick entrance, gathering the honey that was all his. All for him.
“The other night, at the dinner table, before my female made her presence known to everyone, I was fantasizing about sliding under the table and having you for dessert. The way you smell, Timur, that amazing scent, all man, drives me crazy.”
His cock jerked hard at the idea of Ashe sucking him down at a dinner table. His dinner table, not someone else’s, but he liked her fantasy. “Tell me more.”
He didn’t want to talk, but he wanted to hear her. Every word. He wanted to indulge himself. He wanted to feast on her taste. To devour her. This wasn’t for her, to drive her to the very edge, this was for him. All for him. He fastened his mouth around her, his tongue stabbing deep. Her hips bucked, and he locked her down with one arm so he could use his fingers in his pursuit of treating himself.
“The other day, when we were sitting in chairs in front of the fireplace and I had a blanket over me. I was sitting on your lap, remember?” Her voice was strained.
How could he forget? He’d been as hard as a rock and they weren’t alone. He made a sound, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. He might never stop.
“I had my dress on and no panties.”
He knew that too. He’d been the one insisting no underwear under that long, flowing dress. He’d hoped the air would ease her soreness. That had backfired on him. He’d been so aware of the fact that she wore nothing under that dress that he’d fixated on it and his cock had been hard for what seemed hours.
Just to punish her for making him ache so much, he pushed two fingers deep and used his thumb to stroke her clit as he lapped at the honey spilling out of her.
“I couldn’t stand it. You were so hard and your hand was right under my breast. I used my fingers …”
He lifted his head. His own fingers plunged in and out of her while he stared at her, devouring her with his gaze, making certain she was aware of his displeasure. “You got yourself off?” How had he not known? They hadn’t been alone and he’d been aware of his own discomfort.
She nodded, her small teeth biting into her lower lip. There was no remorse in her eyes. None at all. Just that mischievous look that drove him insane with lust. “I did. Right there with everyone in the room.”
“You put your fingers inside you?”
She nodded again, and this time he could see the answering hunger in her, stark and raw.
“Do it now. For me.”
She obeyed him instantly, sliding her fingers down her belly slowly and then letting them curve over her mound until two disappeared. “It feels better when your mouth is there.”