Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
A ripple of pleasure rocked through my body, rattling my knees. My thighs burned, struggling to keep myself hovered above him.
“Is this okay?” He was breathless.
I peered down at his hand, noticing that he was rock hard between us. Completely erect, the heavy crown of his cock peeking through the slit of the towel.
A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
I wanted to lean down and scoop it in my mouth.
“It’s perfect.” My nipples were so sensitive, I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed one of my tits and began massaging it, tugging at the sensitive bud. “Keep going.”
He dug his thumb harder into my clit, and I almost combusted right there and then, a rush of liquid heat rolling from my lower belly to my core.
I let out a cry. “Massage it, please. But… gently. In circles.”
I wanted him to do to me exactly what I’d done to myself to ease the need I’d felt the other day.
He rolled his tongue along his lower lip, thumb slowly massaging my clit, teasing it with confidence. My skin burst into goosebumps, the pleasure absurdly intense.
I began riding his finger, closing my eyes, slapping my own tit, pretending his finger was the tip of his cock.
I’d lost it.
I’d officially lost control.
“I want to touch your skin.” Desperate need thickened his voice.
I opened my eyes to look between his legs. His dick was so engorged, it was purple. It had to hurt.
“Do it.”
“I… I can’t.” His voice was pleading.
“Just distract yourself. Tell me something else.”
Something that isn’t about Eileen, preferably.
I knew they were just for show. That theirs would be a marriage of convenience. But I still didn’t like to think of him with another woman.
The pressure between my legs intensified. My head swam, thoughts swirling in one direction like a cyclone.
I was on the brink of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had, and he hadn’t even touched my skin yet.
“I have not set foot in a normal civilian vehicle since… since what happened to me.” His throat bobbed with a swallow, his fingertips gliding toward the junction between my ass and my thighs—to my bare flesh. “I only drive army-grade, military-protected vehicles.”
What happened to you? Who did this to you? I wanted to scream, but I knew I had to keep the conversation going. To keep him distracted.
“Do you want to change that?”
A single fingertip touched my skin. It lit a fire on that spot, shooting a fuzzy buzz through my entire body.
His other hand still pressed against my pussy through my panties, thumb flicking my clit.
“I don’t know. Yes. No. Maybe.” His pinky fully rested on my skin now. “I want to experience what being normal is like. I want to be…” He paused, peering up at me with white-hot lust in his eyes. “Human.”
You are human.
I wanted to scream it at him. I wanted to tattoo it on his chest, right over his heart, to remind him he had blood, flesh, and bones.
Just like the rest of us.
Good job, Fae.
So much for keeping an emotional distance.
What did I care if Zachary Sun felt human in that dark, soulless chest of his? I was treading in dangerous waters, pretending not to see the tsunami rushing toward me.
I cleared away the errant thoughts, focusing on his pinky against my thigh. “How does it feel?”
He knew exactly what I meant.
My skin.
“It feels… not awful. Foreign. Like experiencing a new texture for the first time.”
“Your dirty-talk game is strong.”
One corner of his lips tipped up. They were beautiful. Hand-drawn and pink.
I wondered if I would ever get to kiss them. How it’d feel against my own. I wanted it, but we’d never agreed to kissing.
Only sex.
He stared between us, where his finger touched me. “What do you want me to do now?”
“I feel… empty,” I admitted.
His thumb on my clit stopped, and I thought I’d topple over and burst into flames. I clawed at the walls, fighting the throb between my legs.
We dripped sweat over one another, exchanging breaths like they were kisses.
Then, he did the most glorious, sexy, maddening thing he could do.
He released his cock from the towel, grabbed it at the base, and guided it to my pussy, pressing it against my panties.
His eyes fluttered shut. Mine did, too, the mounting pressure from his tip alone tensing my entire body.
I clenched around nothing, on the brink of a release, needing to be filled.
“You d-don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” I could barely tear the words out of my mouth.
“Farrow,” he hissed, letting his head rest against the wall, his chin tipped up. His hand moved his dick up and down my slit in slow, deliberate movements. “The fucking world coming to an end couldn’t stop me from making you come.”
His words undid me.
With a savage moan, I began riding the tip of his cock through my panties, moving my body to the rhythm of our pants. Heavy footsteps and laughter trickled into the sauna.