Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Such an obedient little slut,” he drawls, bringing the flimsy fabric to his nose and inhaling. My clit pulses. My arousal dampens my pussy lips. He’s looking at me like I’m the air he needs to fill his lungs. “Lie on the bed. Show me what’s mine,” he demands, his tone deeper, firmer.
Silence surrounds us, our mixed heavy breathing filling the space. I sit on the pale gray comforter and shift back until I’m in the middle of the bed. Leaning back on my hands, I spread my legs wide, opening myself up to him. A hungry growl claws up his throat, a wolf ready to devour.
“Put your fingers in your mouth. Make them wet for me.” His commanding tone takes hold of me. My nipples bead. Goosebumps cover my skin. Slipping two fingers into my mouth, I suck them like they’re his cock. The tip of his tongue darts out, dampening his lips.
“Now, fuck your pretty pussy with them.”
My pulse taps a wild beat as I stroke my fingers through the valley of my tits and down my stomach, reaching my mound.
“I don’t want you to think. Just forget about everything and be here, in this moment, with me.” He moves his hands behind his back to grip the railing.
Pushing past my folds, I slowly enter my body, feeling my walls in delicate detail.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Warm.” I pant. “Wet.”
“And?”
“Good.” I drop my head back, quickening my pace. I’m weightless, floating high as a giddiness frees my mind of all thought.
“What do you taste like?” Callan asks, his tone strained with hunger.
I bring my fingers back to my mouth, sucking my juices from them while holding his stare. “Tell me what you taste like, Rogue.”
“Ne-need,” I stutter.
“Do you want me to taste you?” Yes. Yes. Yes.
“Yes, I want your tongue.”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“Eat me, Callan,” I growl, drawing him closer with a crook of my finger.
Stalking me across the small divide between us, he edges across the bed until he’s between my parted legs, leaning over my feverish body. His familiar scent blankets me. Knotting my fists into his shirt, I urge him closer, needing skin on skin.
“Take it all off,” I beg, my mind a haze of lust-drenched fog, the room swaying. He rips his shirt over his head and yanks open his jeans, kicking them off his legs as he retakes his position over me. My nerve endings tingle at his closeness. I stroke his shoulders, the smooth skin taunt with tight muscle. My fingers drag down his upper arms dyed in ink. I trace the lines of scars like thread beneath his skin, slight imperfections on this god-like man. His lips trace the line of my jawbone with soft kisses.
I ache to taste him, the need overwhelming my senses. When his lips finally caress mine, it’s too soft, too sensual—a tease.
“Don’t kiss me like you love me, Callan. Fuck me like you own me,” I growl, the words so desperate, they could have been a prayer.
He groans low in his throat. Clasping the back of my head, he crashes his lips to mine, stealing my breath while feeding it back to me. He deepens the kiss, and I know I’ll never kiss another man. Callan is it for me. I melt into him, yearning for more, more, more. I can’t get close enough. Grasping his cock, I guide him to my entrance, needing to feel him like my veins need blood to keep me alive. Thrusting his hips forward, he claims me.
Urgent touches of his mouth are my undoing. His lips are everywhere, my neck, my chest, my arms. I can barely catch my breath. Sweat beads over my skin as he moves over me, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. Reality bleeds away as I hook my leg over his shoulder and he drives deeper, tilting his hips in delicious, curving strokes against my walls.
His uneven breathing fills my ears, his pulse pounds beneath his skin against my palm as my own veins throb, my heart racing. It’s carnal. It’s perfection. It’s us.
I lose time as he shifts me onto my side, groping my ass with one hand, fondling my tits with the other. His mouth teases, sucks, bites. Pushing me onto my stomach, his body covers my back, hips slapping against my ass cheeks as he fucks me like an animal. A sharp pain ignites over the flesh of my shoulder as his teeth clamp down, tipping us over the edge. Throaty, intense cries hum through the room, the stars falling from the sky behind my eyes. Collapsing next to me, he drags my body against his, and we lay there trying to catch our breath.
“You can boss me around anytime,” I finally say, a light giggle singing from my lips.