Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
My body is on fire and chilled at the same time, and I push closer, feeling as though I can’t get close enough. Now we’re naked, on my bed, and he’s taking his time, teasing the hell out of me with that tongue, moving it down my body.
His lips… there aren’t enough words to describe the talent he possesses with those lips. The hungry kiss we had turns into something more drawn out, almost reverent, and complete torture.
He trails whisper soft kisses up and down my body, a worshipful touch that has me arching off the bed. He untangles my hands from his hair—even though I didn’t realize they were there—and pulls them away, keeping me from rushing his slow, deliberate, and soft ministrations. I swear he’s trying to touch everything on my body with that tongue.
He pushes my legs apart, and I shiver when he gets close, settling his body in the space he’s created. I shiver when his hair tickles my lower stomach.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say in a shaky breath. “I’m more than ready.”
I feel, rather than see, him smile just before his hot breath fans my sex. What do I do? I whimper, because apparently embarrassing, unintelligible sounds are my specialty with Wren Freaking Prize.
“I’m doing this because I want to, Allie. You’ve become… an addiction.”
“Wren, if you don’t—oh shit.”
My words end on the first flick of his tongue, and when he pulls that bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucks, I damn near see stars that quickly. He’s sucking and flicking his tongue in unison, and I grab a pillow to muffle my sounds as he holds my bucking hips against the bed.
I don’t just fall off the edge; I explode, turning into nothing more than sensitive fragments of my normal self. It’s almost painful when he doesn’t stop immediately, and a soft cry escapes me. He finally peels himself away from the cradle of my thighs, and he crawls over me, moving up my body like a smooth predator.
When his lips find mine, he pushes inside me, and I shudder against his gentle, measured entry as he slides deeper. The second he’s fully seated inside me, he kisses me harder, exploring my mouth thoroughly like he’s trying to imprint himself on me forever.
Mission accomplished.
I’m his.
And Wren Prize can break me with very little effort at this point.
His hips rock, pulling out and pushing back in with that painstakingly slow motion, and he continues with his tormenting pace. He holds my hips down when I try to make him move faster, and gradually, a sheen of sweat builds between our bodies.
Minutes, hours… I’m not sure how long he drags it out, but I’m ready to explode by the time he finally rolls over, keeping us connected as he brings me with him, and I slide down, almost holding my breath to keep from moaning too loudly.
Wren grabs my hips, trying to set the rhythm once again, but this time, he thrusts into me from underneath, and it’s so hard that I can’t help but cry out and quickly try to mute it by biting my lip. From there, the pace quickens, and he uses my hips as handles, driving me down, pushing me back, and I work with him, letting him control it.
My stomach muscles tighten, nerve endings fire, and my toes literally curl when an almost painful orgasm rips through me. Wren shoots up, clamping a hand over my mouth as he flips me to be on my back once again, and muffles the sounds I can’t quiet any longer.
His hips keep rocking, and he buries his face in my neck when he suddenly thrusts in hard one last time, holding himself at the deepest point. His growling groan gets lost against my flesh, and his warm, delicious breath sends chills down my neck.
I. Can’t. Move.
My body feels like it weighs a thousand pounds, and Wren chuckles when I don’t bother covering any piece of myself or make any effort to move off the bed. I still have to set the clock for three so I can wake up and be Santa—hide the presents just a few hours before Angel wakes up.
Wren is all-consuming, and I’m apparently very willing to be consumed.
“What are you thinking right now?” Wren asks, his lips trailing down my neck in a lazy motion.
So many things go through my mind, but to sum them all up, I go with the shortest version of the truth.
“I’m addicted to you, too,” I mutter in a barely audible tone.
He pauses, his kiss suddenly stopping against the curve of my shoulder, and I feel his smile grow once again. “Good.”
Chapter 27
WREN
Three and a half weeks of climbing in and out of Allie’s window has been heaven and hell at the same time. Heaven because she lets me stay, lets me hold her, and the sex is fucking incredible. Hell because I can’t touch her in public since someone might say something to Angel. And hell because I have to sit way away from her when I’m hanging out with her and Angel so that Angel doesn’t catch on.