Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I gasped, whimpering when his tongue darted out to sweep inside my mouth. All I could do was hold on for the ride. Warlock did the driving. I did my best to follow his lead, but I had no idea what to do. In the end, I let him take what he wanted. Anything he took from me he returned ten times over. Never had I dreamed there was such pleasure in the simple act of pressing one’s mouth to another’s. OK, so there was nothing simple about it. He knew exactly how to use his teeth, lips, and tongue to coax the responses from me he wanted. The fact that he was so much more experienced than me should have been intimidating but was actually a comfort. He’d lead me where he wanted. And I’d follow. Willingly. Eagerly.
“Hope…” He breathed my name between kisses. It sounded almost like a prayer. Said reverently and with a longing I thought rivaled my own.
“I need…”
“Fuck!” His mouth came down on mine again. This time, there was hunger and need the first kiss had only hinted at. It threatened to devour me. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything but feel. Warlock’s hard body pressed against mine, his arms holding me to him tightly. It all felt so fucking good! “Sweet as honey.”
I wound my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as the kiss went on and on. The longer he kept it up, the more under his spell I fell. My whimpers filled the air. Every sound I made seemed to encourage Warlock. Or maybe it confirmed to him he had me pegged. The man could control me with his kiss alone.
That wasn’t the problem, though. The problem was, I didn’t care if he controlled me, as long as he didn’t stop his sinful, wicked mouth.
Chapter Five
Warlock
I’ve had more women than I care to admit. I was faithful to Bev, but before that, I’d indulged often. Never had any woman affected me the way Hope did. She made something inside me click into place. Holding her in my arms had felt right from the very first time. Now, I knew there was no way I ever wanted to be without her. I needed the right to hold her tightly against me. She was innocence and light, a goodness I didn’t deserve but couldn’t give up. She was the other half of my tattered soul. I knew it beyond a doubt.
But how could I keep her? Was it even right to try?
She soaked up my affection like a sponge, eager for my touch. I had no clue if it was me she wanted or if any man who was kind to her and gave her the physical tenderness she craved would do for her. She hadn’t responded to any of the advances the guys in the club had thrown her way -- and there were many. Razor wasn’t the only one. He’d said that, if I gave her what she needed, she’d be loyal to me. True. Not like Bev. But did I believe him? That was the fucking question. At this moment, I thought I might. I wanted to believe him because I wanted this woman to be mine. She might be a little broken, but so was I. Maybe my mother was right. Maybe Hope was the one woman in the world who could be what I needed.
I lifted her, urging her legs around my waist. Unlike at the beach, she obeyed eagerly, locking her ankles. I walked us to the bed, not sure if I was going to actually make her mine or not. We hadn’t talked about this, and now wasn’t the time. I wasn’t sure I had it in me to stop unless she put the brakes on. Judging by the way she’d started responding to my kiss -- and making her own demands -- I doubted she’d be the one stopping this.
“Fuck… fuck!” I chanted the mantra as I tried to keep a rein on myself. Mainly because Hope had figured out how to move on me to get the friction on her clit she needed. In the process, she was driving me fucking crazy.
“I -- Oh, my God! Oh, God!” Hope trembled in my arms. Her body erupted in sweat, and her breath came quickly. I kissed her again, wanting to catch her cries. Not because I didn’t want her to make noise. Those sounds were mine. I was greedy for them.
She tensed, then she trembled, gripping my shoulders spasmodically. Her thighs tightened around my hips, and she screamed as she came, her eyes wide and looking straight into mine.
When she relaxed, Hope gazed up at me in wonder. I knew then that was her first orgasm. She didn’t say anything, stared at me, her face slowly flushing a deep scarlet. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she darted her gaze away from mine. Immediately, I caught her chin in my hand, forcing her to look up at me. For long moments I said nothing, stared into her eyes. I was so fucking hard I was about to come in my pants, but now wasn’t the time. Not until after we’d talked about it. And I could see by the startled expression on her face, Hope wasn’t nearly ready for this. She wanted it, but she wasn’t ready.