Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
I close my eyes in rapture and throw my head back with a needy cry.
I’m so not ready.
Completely unprepared for the moment when his hot mouth descends again, kissing me so lusciously deep.
When his body lowers on mine.
When his hips rock like mad, taunting me with the friction of what I need so bad, stealing my breath away.
He kneads my breast, teases and pinches and thumbs my nipple.
Always with this perfect rhythm until I can’t help moving against him.
I barely notice when his hands go lower, flicking my jeans open, dragging the zipper down and flinging them aside.
My belly sucks in, clenching as he skims his fingers over the waistband of my panties.
I whimper against his mouth.
But that only makes him slide deeper, his lips dominating mine, nearly fucking my mouth with slow, lazy strokes.
Heaven help me.
I’m hyper-tuned to the lightest touch, shivering with how close he is to the heat pooling between my thighs as his fingers search the scalloped line of lace clinging to my hips.
When his fingers hook in the fabric, I’m breathless.
He stretches it away from my flesh, cutting sizzling movements against my pulsing, wet lips.
I rise up with a cry, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip before he shreds my panties.
He actually tears them in two as he tosses them aside.
Holy shit!
I try to cling desperately, but he breaks the fusion of our lips, catching my eye with a devilish smile—right before his mouth descends on my jaw and I finally start to get what it means to be devoured.
His lips and teeth are everywhere.
Sucking, biting, skating down my throat, across my shoulders, my collarbones.
It’s an onslaught I’m powerless to defend against as every sting of pleasure just keys me up higher and higher until I’m writhing chaos, kicking my feet against the sheets, curling my toes, clutching at his hair—and fisting a handful as he takes my nipple into his mouth.
“Grant!”
I’m so gone.
The suction, the wetness, the heat—oh, the heat—I feel it plunging to my depths like lava.
My vision whites.
My breath stalls.
It can’t be.
But it is.
Unbelievably, I’m already coming.
Grant flipping Faircross just owns me that good.
And judging from his rough growls, he enjoys every evil second of taking me apart, leaving me speechless and still begging his name with every breath.
His tongue continues marching across my skin when he’s done with my nipples.
Down, down.
The swell of my breast.
The slope of my stomach.
My upper thighs, my inner thighs, his face sliding down my twisting body, and then—
I feel his breath.
There.
The scratch of his beard, high on my inner thighs.
His shoulders, pressing my legs apart, forcing me open, exposing me to the heat of his skin invading my most secret places.
I rake my fingers through his hair, the nerves drawn up tight inside me as I look at him with my eyes narrowed.
“G-Grant...”
So, he was serious about devouring me whole. I’m just not sure I’m ready—will I ever be?
But the way he looks up the length of my body...
I already know there’s no mercy in those eyes.
And absolutely no scenario where they won’t fulfill every devious promise beaming into my soul.
“You said you wouldn’t mind being eaten,” he mocks.
My eyes widen.
“Oh, you—ah!”
One fast lick.
That’s all it takes to steal my breath, my thoughts, as his tongue sears my clit—and then a long, slow lick with just the tip, tracing wet-burning lines on my quivering flesh.
Feeding a slow-moving explosion demanding release.
How?
Just how does he make me feel like this when it hasn’t even been five minutes since the last time I erupted?
Everything inside me tightens in a screaming knot.
I squeeze my thighs hard against him, whining in the back of my throat.
Yes, it’s only the beginning.
He tastes and teases me in almost sadistic strokes, never letting me doubt as he scours me with broad sweeping licks and then stings me deep with savage thrusts of his tongue.
It’s unpredictable, shocking, rocking and tearing me apart.
But when he thrusts his tongue fully inside me, teasing that emptiness inside me while his lips suck and caress—
I lose it.
I’ve wanted this for too long.
I have no defenses left whatsoever.
No resistance to the brute pleasure he slams through me and the wondrous beat of my heart.
No hesitation as I hear him in every thrust, growling come for me, Philia. Give it all up.
It’s just a few thrusts of that rough tongue inside me, rhythmic and demanding and swift, before the knot inside me bursts.
My vision goes white-hot.
Full body whiplash.
I wrap my legs around Grant’s shoulders, screaming, every inch of me twisting in convulsions.
I come hard enough to break my lungs, wringing myself dry, dancing to his whim as he licks my overstimulated flesh to the brink of insanity.
And I don’t come down until he says I do.
Until I’m spent and he’s good and ready and softening his strokes.
Even as the orgasm fades, he’s still running his tongue over me like he wants every bit of hot, sticky sweetness spilling out of me.