Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Too bad. You’ll just have to sit there, wet and throbbing. You don’t get yours until Larsen gets his.”
Will groans.
“See? He likes the sound of that,” I say with a chuckle.
His shaft is slick with her saliva, the head leaking precome that she swipes her tongue over it on every upstroke. I absentmindedly stroke myself as I watch her pleasure Will.
“You’re so good at that, Charlie,” he praises, his voice low and husky. “So sweet.” He jerks when she swirls her tongue over his swollen cockhead. “Fuck.”
Charlie starts moving faster, but I know Will. It’s not fast enough. He likes it rougher than this. Sure enough, he replaces her mouth with his fist, pumping himself with more force. As he strokes faster, I tighten my grip in Charlie’s hair, tugging her face closer to Will’s cock.
“Open your mouth, baby. I want to see him come on your tongue. I want to see you swallow it.”
She moans and opens her mouth.
Just like that, Will shoots, cursing as we both watch her swallow it up. Charlie barely gets to her feet before we’re ripping at her clothes, breaking a record for how fast we get our girl naked.
“C’mere,” I say gruffly, wrapping my arm around her waist. I press my lips to hers in a slow kiss, enjoying the way her hard nipples brush my chest as she arches into me. I taste Will on her tongue and groan against her mouth.
Larsen needs some recovery time but apparently has no qualms making decisions for my penis. His eyes meet mine, burning with intensity.
“Get your cock hard, Beck. Our girl needs it.”
Charlie sighs happily.
Damn, I’ve never been with anybody like her before. This woman has no inhibitions when she opens herself up to a new experience. She throws herself headfirst into it, same way I do.
I really like her.
The thought lingers at the edge of my mind, no matter how much I try to push it away.
I can’t let myself go there, though. Can’t let myself admit that I might be feeling more than lust for her. Because she’s not only here with me. She’s with Will too, and whatever we have, whatever this is, it isn’t meant to be more than just…this.
THE VIRGIN AND THE BLADE/LOURDES
CHAPTER 12
FORGED IN THE FIRES OF MY DESIRE
Beneath the flickering candlelight of the royal chambers, Queen Elizabeth stood, her heart pounding as she gazed at the formidable figure before her. His presence was overwhelming, a living legend, clad in the ancient armor that had conquered the world. He moved closer, his lips curling into a smirk, his eyes intense and knowing.
Elizabeth trembled with nervous anticipation. She had ruled her kingdom with grace and strength, but in Alexander’s presence, she felt vulnerable, like a mere girl.
The great conqueror brushed his fingers against her cheek before sliding them down to the curve of her neck, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone.
“I have wielded many blades in my time, my queen, but none like the one I shall wield tonight.”
Her cheeks flushed with a heat she’d never known before. Her heart raced as his words sank in, each syllable charged with raw, primal desire. His hands were calloused, rough from years of battle, but they were gentle as they untied the laces of her gown, revealing her bare skin to him for the first time.
“This blade,” Alexander breathed, his eyes dark with hunger, “is sharp, forged in the fires of my desire. Tonight, it will claim its prize.”
Elizabeth’s body trembled under his touch, anticipation building as her gown fell to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet in his arms, she found herself yearning for the unknown.
“Will it hurt?” she whispered.
He smiled. “A blade must make its mark, my queen. But you will find the pain is but the first taste of pleasure.”
His words sent a surge of heat through her, and before she could respond, he was upon her, his mouth capturing hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that left no doubt—tonight, she was his.
Completely and utterly.
With a swift motion, Alexander shed the last of his armor, his body towering over her in its naked glory. Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she took him in, her breath catching at the sight of his powerful form. His muscles were chiseled, his skin marred by the scars of war, but it was the fierce determination in his eyes that sent a thrill through her.
That and the impressive blade of which he spoke, jutting toward her. A threat and a promise.
“My blade,” he whispered again, pressing his hips against hers, “is eager for you, Elizabeth. It has longed to pierce your untouched depths, to make you mine.”
She gasped at the sensation of him, the heat of his body against hers, the raw power radiating from him. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he lowered her onto the soft bed, her body trembling.