Vendetta Road – Torpedo Ink Read online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, MC, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
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Then he simply lifted her legs and settled them over his shoulders. She watched his face. He looked like sin itself. Sensual lines were carved deep. His eyes moved over her, burning his name into her thighs. His tongue slid up the inside of her left thigh, and her entire body shuddered.

She couldn’t stop moaning. Then his mouth was there, right in her burning center, and the vibration hitched up another notch and she was gone. The moaning turned to wails. The wails turned to screams.

Soleil had no idea how long Ice spent using his mouth and fingers to bring her to orgasm, over and over, but she thought a few times she might not survive. He seemed to know just when she was too sensitive, and he’d use his teeth to nip along her inner thigh and then spread kisses over her bare lips before using his expert tongue so wickedly she could see colors bursting behind her eyes.

She had no idea how many times those waves rushed over her, but they kept coming even when he lifted his head and slowly lowered her feet to the ground. His hands guided her around until she was bending over the table. Just before her front felt the surface, he reached around and drew the edges of her shirt together, so her skin didn’t touch the wood.

He kept his hand on her back, keeping her bent over the table. “I love your ass, Soleil. It’s so perfect.” He rubbed her cheeks. “I love how responsive you are to me.”

He smacked her, spreading heat across her bottom that erupted into fire, burning straight through her center, sending the little vibrator crazy. It felt like flames licked continuously at her insides, touching her everywhere until she was crazy for him.

Soleil gave a small sob of need and pushed back against his hand. “It feels so good when you do that.” It did. He never smacked hard, just enough to spread that heat everywhere.

“I like to see my handprints on you,” he admitted. “Sexy as hell.” He added several more, always rubbing to keep those flames burning inside her.

Then he shoved her legs farther apart and, without warning, pushed into her with his cock. It felt massive. An invasion. Perfection. He drove through tight muscles that were hot and slick, coating the thick shaft as he surged into her. He buried himself deep, forcing his way so that those muscles had to give way for his entrance.

He threw his head back and roared. He sounded so sexy. Hoarse. Husky. His hands kept moving over her back, stroking down her spine. Smacking her cheeks, rubbing there. The vibrator sent waves of fire rushing through her. It was all too much. Pressure coiled tighter and tighter. She could barely breathe. She reached out with both hands and grasped the sides of the picnic table.

He kept pistoning into her. Lust grew sharper. Spread through her until she couldn’t think of anything but his cock moving in her, claiming her, taking her so high she was afraid to let go but desperately needed to. Her world narrowed until there was nothing but that perfect instrument of lust, driving into her, over and over, her inner muscles inflamed and drenched in fire.

She felt him grow, his girth stretching her. It suddenly felt as if his cock were pure steel, white-hot. Her breath caught and then she was screaming as he erupted, dragging through the bundles of nerve endings, flinging her out somewhere distant, so that her entire being became pure feeling. There was no Soleil. She was gone and in her place was a writhing, sobbing mass of pleasure. The vibrator went off and she got her vision back.

Ice bent over her, holding her as he fought for air. “Holy shit, babe. We may have just found outer space.” He whispered it against her back.

She laughed, her lungs protesting, burning, but she didn’t care. She’d never been so happy. Never. The tears burning behind her eyelids were happy ones. He just made her feel special. It didn’t matter that now she could hear the loud music and the voices surrounding them. Their little oasis seemed remote, as if there were only the two of them in the world.

“I love you, Soleil.”

She closed her eyes, her heart stuttering. He whispered it against her back, his lips touching her skin, as if he could sink the declaration through skin to bone. Her throat closed, the lump so big she was afraid she might choke. He managed to surprise her, shock her, doing and saying the most unexpected things.

“I love you very much, Ice,” she whispered back.

“Hold still, baby.” Very gently he removed the vibrator.

She closed her eyes and then slowly pushed up as he stepped back to give her room. He handed her a small cloth he’d pulled from a ziplock bag. It was damp. She cleaned herself off before handing it back to him. As she pulled up her jeans, she watched him clean himself and then drag his jeans up.



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