Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
He locked his arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against him, forcing her to bend backward just enough for him to have even better access. Everything faded away for him. Everything, until there was only Soleil and her soft body. His demons died down and then stopped tormenting him. He didn’t hear or see anything but her. He didn’t think about enemies or killing or hear the cries of children. There was only Soleil and her gorgeous tits, his fierce cock and the sounds she made filling his mind.
“Get a room,” Storm ordered.
His twin’s voice startled him. He was that far gone, and that had never happened to him before. He reluctantly lifted his head, flipped off his brother and took her straight to the room. The moment the door was closed and locked, he spun her around and very gently unhooked the halter top and let it fall in a graceful shimmy of chiffon and peekaboo down to her waist. His breath caught in his throat. She was truly beautiful. He knew the female form. He’d been introduced to it early and taught to admire and revere it.
“Baby, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, I can’t believe it.” He ripped his shirt off with one hand and tossed it aside, his eyes on her breasts, that small rib cage narrowing even more to her waist. The chiffon fell gracefully over the curve of her hips, and he wanted her out of that dress. He wanted to see her body. All of it.
He went to the floor to remove her shoes. He couldn’t help running his hand up and down her calf. Her skin was incredibly soft, even on her legs. He removed the classy heels and dragged the dress down her body. He peeled the peekaboo panties off of her, and without the dress she was entirely naked. His breath caught in his throat. Not only was she an elegant princess, but she had the body of a temptress combined with the innocent look of the proverbial girl next door.
“Ice.” She breathed his name, and her hand went to his shoulder to trace one of his many scars.“What happened to you?”
He liked the feel of her fingers on his skin. A soft touch, but it burned like a flame. “I’ll tell you the story some other time. Now, I just want to eat you alive. Like candy, princess, devour you until you’re screaming for me.”
He pulled her with him to the bed and indicated she sit on the very edge while he removed his motorcycle boots and tossed them aside. One hand on her belly had her lying down. He dropped to his knees and pulled her thighs apart. Wide. He wanted room. Her little pussy was like a flower. He could never say that corny crap to her, but it was. He opened her with his fingers, rubbing gently. Making little circles, hearing her breath leave her lungs in a rush.
“Should have kissed you, Soleil, but once I start, I can’t seem to stop, and I wanted this. I thought about this all the way back to the motel. The way you taste.” He licked his fingers. “Eating you out on a fucking pool table. Couldn’t help myself. Love the way you taste. Love that you let me, baby. All mine. All for me.”
Her hand went to his hair, burying her fingers deep so she was stroking caresses and massaging him, connecting them. “You go right ahead, honey, and do whatever you need to do. You certainly gave me the best night of my life.”
“It isn’t over, Soleil. Not by a long shot.”
He wanted her first time with him to be a memory she’d never forget. He wanted her to feel as if he cared about her. Strange thing was, he did. She’d gotten under his skin very early on, but there was a moment that he absolutely knew what he was doing was right. That moment when she stayed on her knees and risked exposure just to give him paradise. She’d gotten inside him, deep, and somehow twisted around his heart.
He put his mouth on her and again, just like before, the world dropped away completely. One hand on her belly to keep her where he wanted her, he started out with the best of intentions, to drive her up as gently as possible. Her taste was like an aphrodisiac. The addiction grew fast and he found himself lost in a world of pure erotic sensation. Every cell in his body was alive. Every demon was banished because there was no room for anything but his mouth devouring her and the fire running through his veins.
Her breathy moans became soft little pleas that began to rise to a crescendo. She writhed under his hand. He didn’t stop, driving her higher. Keeping her right on the edge, licking and sucking and using his tongue like a weapon until she was nearly sobbing his name. Her cries fueled his hunger. She was giving him so many firsts. He wasn’t setting her up for seduction, he was totally consumed with lust. With desire. With something else that was undefined in his mind.