Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
His tongue lashes my skin—hot and wild and hypnotic.
“Bite down if you need to, babe. No mercy when I bring you off.”
Oh, boy.
That’s all the warning I get before he grabs my ass and his tongue plunges in me so deep.
My hips rise to meet his mouth while he pulls me closer.
Closer.
His hands capture my thighs, spreading me wider, sealing my pussy to his merciless tongue.
Chris pushes me down, pinning me to the mattress, growling as he takes over.
One second is all I have left.
Then I need his hand.
I bite down hard, my teeth digging into his thick skin.
A delighted growl vibrates through me, and his licks come faster, his face pushing against me until I’m riding his mouth.
Destroyed.
A white-hot tsunami breaches my senses, erupting from my core.
I’m so close I’m already shaking.
But he disconnects at the worst time, running his tongue over his lips, and gives me a feral look.
His next licks flutter against my clit—this strange, teasing sensation that feeds the slowly sweeping burn threatening to turn me into ash.
And I bite him again.
If he doesn’t stop, I’m afraid I’ll hurt him.
It’s either bite down harder or scream bloody murder.
I’m panting now.
Locked onto his hand so hard I’ll leave teeth marks.
My whole body heaves, begging for release, aching for those languid, evil tongue strokes to bring me home.
“Y-you can’t keep me waiting. Not fair!” I pant when his tongue gives me a second of rest. “Chris...please. Please. You’re killing me.”
He ignores my pleas.
I think he enjoys driving me out of my mind.
Until his mouth shifts up, and his fingers replace his tongue, strumming with the same hard, alpha vigor we shared that first night on the beach.
Heaven help me.
But there’s nobody to shield me from the ruthless climax that sends me to heaven’s gates.
My hips writhe helplessly against his face.
His grip tightens, and so does my core.
I throw myself against his mouth like a madwoman, gasping, so close to—
Coming!
When it hits, I’m turned inside out.
My release isn’t white and red and starlit like before.
This time, it’s all emerald green, the color of my ruin by one dragon man.
Chris licks me the whole way through my convulsions, throwing me deeper into ecstasy, drowning me.
He laps for what feels like forever, snarling thunder through my flesh, his muffled breath so hot.
Delia, don’t stop, I can hear him saying. Come out your soul.
I can’t believe how long I ride the high, how my body doesn’t want to stop even when I’m ragged and licked raw.
Right now, I’m just his and nothing more.
I am his property.
I am his dirty secret.
I am his in heat and heart and flesh.
When I can finally breathe again without wanting to black out, I’m so flushed, so drenched in sweat, it’s a struggle to look at him.
And when I do, another shock.
His naked skin rubs against mine, soothing me with its warmth as he slowly rolls me over.
Then he’s at eye level, twining one hand through my hair, pulling my ear to his lips.
“Stay with me, beautiful. We’re not close to done. Let’s find out if this little bed can take it without breaking. Can’t believe your old man doesn’t get you anything bigger.”
Is he serious?
He has a point in his own wicked way.
The bed isn’t much—a pretty mediocre double that feels cramped with his massive bulk sharing it—and it squeaks like a field mouse every time his weight sinks down.
Before I can protest, Chris covers my mouth, making me feel the marks I left behind on his palm.
“We’ll try to stay quiet,” he whispers, his breath steaming against my ear. “We’ll try. Only, I’m giving fewer fucks by the second about keeping this a secret. Not nearly as much as I care about making you sing, Cordelia.”
Yep. He’s officially lost it.
Doesn’t he get that we can’t let anyone hear?
But he’s right about one thing—I can’t bring myself to care when he mounts me from behind, slamming his cock into me in a single determined jerk.
This isn’t like our last night in Vegas where every round was frantic, so hot but so rushed. We were trying to cram a whole lifetime of sex into less than a week.
But now that we’re doing it again, now that we have a little more time...
He starts thrusting slow, but hard.
I push my face into the mattress, trying to remember to breathe.
His rhythm rises to full jackhammer in minutes.
Soon, I’m shaking with every powerful stroke.
I can barely hold myself up on my hands and knees, weathering his thrusts.
The fist in my hair helps, pulling harder all the time, grabbing at the roots with this delicate sting while he growls his pleasure.
Another ten strokes and his balls swing up, slapping my clit with this insane pressure that’s made to bring me down.
My eyelids barely flutter shut before I’m catapulted into the zone.
Another climax cuts through me.