Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I never wanted anyone else. For as long as I lived.
Working my way downward, I sketched his stomach, loving the way he gasped and shivered.
He held his breath as my fingertips found his zipper. Ever so slowly, I tugged it south, never looking away from his eyes.
His trousers flared open—a welcome invitation. Sliding my hands around his narrow hips, I pushed the heavy denim down his legs.
His hands fisted by his side.
The urgency and need in his eyes crackled the air, but he didn’t reach for me. Didn’t try to touch me. Somehow, we wordlessly agreed that I was in charge. That I was in control of our tempo.
I wanted to take from him.
I wanted to give him something he’d never had before.
A secretive smile tugged my lips as I captured the hard length of his erection through his boxer briefs.
My breasts swelled, my nipples pebbling even harder. My knees wobbled as I ran my thumb over his crown, drawing a low groan from his chest. The sharp Vs of his stomach tightened as he gave himself into my power.
“God, Cleo …” His eyes snapped closed as I continued to press against the highly sensitive tip. Growing bold, I squeezed his girth. I wasn’t gentle. I was demanding.
My heart liquefied at the gift of touching him. “I want you, Art. So much.”
“You have me.” His voice was gravel.
“Don’t move.”
His eyes connected with mine, a slight question forming in their depths. But then … he nodded.
He sighed, relinquishing total control. The weight on his shoulders disintegrated; his worries fading by letting me rule.
I was a goddess.
I was a witch.
The thrill at having his utmost trust feathered through my soul.
He didn’t twitch or smile as I tugged his boxer briefs from hips to knees. His nostrils flared as I left the tight material around his legs, imprisoning him where he stood—cutting his tattooed mermaid in half.
My heart beat faster at his perfect length and thickness. I couldn’t ask for a better lover. Even when I was fourteen, I’d wanted him. Wanted to know what existed in his trousers. Wanted to touch him. Lick him.
He wouldn’t let me then. But he will now.
Rising up on my knees again, I grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and raised it over his head.
With half a smile, which was so damn sexy it hurt my heart, he ducked and raised his arms. With a sharp tug, the T-shirt flew over his head. I dropped it to the abandoned clothing on the floor. They were like leaves from a giant tree, shedding for another season.
The moment Arthur was naked, a delicious sparkle effervesced through me. He was chocolate and Christmas all at once.
He’s mine.
Having him so exposed, while I wore his jacket claiming me as his property, made me feel powerful—invincible. I wasn’t owned—I owned him.
I loved the aphrodisiac … the knowledge he would let me do anything.
His hand captured my cheek, his thumb rubbing over my skin.
My fingers tightened around his cock, tugging him closer to the bed.
He groaned, his eyes fluttering to half-mast. “Christ, you undo me, Buttercup.” His hand fell away and I licked my lips at the thought of bringing this warrior, this incredible biker, to his knees.
My new jacket creaked as I shuffled closer, never letting go of his erection.
I grew wet.
I grew eager.
Stroking him, I ran my thumb once again along the tip.
The muscles in his neck stood out as he hissed between his teeth. His eyes remained closed while every inch of his powerful body stiffened.
He knew as well as I did what I was about to do. His hands fisted by his sides, humming with impatience and joy. We hovered on the knife edge, waiting to explode.
With one hand squeezing his length, I cupped his balls with the other.
“Shit,” he breathed as I tugged the soft skin and trailed my touch upward to press against the erogenous zone behind his cock.
He staggered. “Fuck me. What are you doing to me, Cleo?”
“Giving you pleasure.”
I wanted to draw the moment out but my legs trembled and my mouth ached to fit around him. With the way he shuddered, I doubted he had the self-control to let me postpone much longer.
I want to taste.
Taking a deep breath, I stopped torturing and gave him something he’d never let any other woman do.
I’m taking this from you.
I’m the only one who will ever lick you this way.
I felt as if I cast a spell, binding him to me forever.
Leaning forward, I breathed on him, letting the heat cascade over sensitive flesh.
He froze, gulping in air.
“I want to suck you,” I whispered.
“Fuck …,” he groaned.
Tugging his balls, I positioned my head above him, and with the flat of my tongue, licked him for the very first time.
My heart banged against my ribs.
“Oh, shit.” His hands shot upward to fist in my hair.