Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Chapter Ten
“Yes, yes!”
Phillip watched the woman who rode him with such abandon. She didn’t try to hide her want of him. It went as deep as his for her.
Her nails dug into his chest as she took what she wanted from him, unashamed of how her body moved in the moonlight. Sun, moon, he didn’t care. She was beautiful, sexy, and all his.
Her breasts moved as she worked her hips, taking him in deep, grinding, then rising up. She had no set rhythm to her actions, she was going off instinct, and it was killing him. He gripped her hips tighter but didn’t impede her.
The heavy drapes to his windows were wide open, allowing the moonlight to surround them. She sat still, his cock deep inside her, and opened her eyes to meet and hold his gaze.
“You are not moving, Fyre.”
Her smile did something to his insides, made him want to smile back and make her laugh. It was so innocent and full of trust. Humbling.
“I love how you feel in me.” A small hip swivel. “You fill me”—she bit her lower lip—“so full.”
“Do you love me?”
She narrowed her eyes and moved her hands down his chest, nails scraping his skin with enough bite to make him want more, but not enough to hurt.
“I love spending time with you.”
He shifted his hold and thrust up, making her gasp, her head tipping back, exposing the gentle line of her throat. The scars there didn’t take away from her elegance.
“Not what I asked.”
“Make me come.”
He couldn’t stop his smile. This woman, who had been shy, who he’d had to coax to tell him what she wanted him to do, had found herself now and was demanding. He loved it. But then, he loved her as well.
“You want it, take it. Just like you were doing.” He skimmed his hands up her sides, swiping his thumbs along her taut nipples before moving his hold back to her hips.
She bent forward, her hair tumbling around them both. “I want you to do it.” Nose to nose. “Claim me.”
An order he had no problem following. “I already have,” he growled as he flipped them over so she lay beneath him.
Phillip stretched her arms out over her head, wrists grasped in one of his hands as he wrapped a handful of her hair in his other. “You belong to me, Fyre, and I will kill anyone who touches you in such a manner.” He pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside her heated core.
“I have no want of another.” Her gentle but hungry smile soothed the beast in him. “Not even when you find your countess will I want another.”
He refused to think about anyone other than her. Driving home with a single direct stroke, he filled her, his mouth there to capture her gasp. He fucked her, using his tongue in the same demanding way as his cock.
She wanted to be claimed. He would do that. And more.
Eyes open, Phillip sat straight up in his bed. The darkness of the room told him it was far too early for any sane person to be up. On the other hand, he knew after that dream, he wasn’t going to be returning to sleep anytime soon.
He flopped back with a groan and rubbed his eyes. These dreams about Fyre were becoming more and more common. Not to mention harder to forget once he was out of bed.
Yesterday he’d had to step away a few times and stroke himself until he found his release because the thoughts of her wouldn’t stop. Everything reminded him of her. This time, right now, he ignored his cock and climbed out of bed.
He had been getting up earlier because when the heat of the day hit, one didn’t want to do anything. After washing up quickly with the water in his room, he dressed and headed down to the kitchens.
They were lit and busy as his staff made food. Perhaps sane people were up at this time. He grabbed a little and went out to the stable where he waited as they readied his horse. It wasn’t until a bit later that he realized he was on his way to Fyre’s, and he forced himself to stop.
That wouldn’t do. He could not just show up at her place this time of the morning. Adjusting his course, he went into town and realized only the tavern was open. Nothing more.
He walked in and looked about the place. Still rambunctious, but nothing worse than he’d seen in England. he recognized a few of the faces there and nodded greetings but didn’t stop to speak to anyone. He spied Caulfield off in the corner grinding on one of the females, one hand up her skirts while his other tugged down the top of her dress.