Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“Remember what I said before,” I tell her as I quickly pull my head back from hers just in time. My fingers then slide along her clitoris and toward her cunt. “Good girls get rewards.”
“What do the bad girls get?” she asks through a growl.
I grin at her. “Bad girls get punished thoroughly. I reckon you deserve both.”
“Then get on with it,” she says.
“Yes, Princess,” I say with mock reverence as I plunge three fingers deep inside her.
“Gods!” she cries out, panting while she squeezes snugly around me.
“I need to know if you’re able to take me all the way in,” I murmur, my fingers curling inside her walls until she’s bucking her hips up for more. “I’ve got a thick cock and you have a tight little cunt, luv.”
I watch as pink blooms across her cheeks. I’ve made the lady blush.
“I’ll tell you what,” I say, my face coming closer to hers, enough that I can count the freckles across her nose, “you keep the biting and scratching to a minimum, and I’ll fuck you with my tongue next. Savvy?”
“Yes, Captain,” she groans.
I let out a harsh breath. Devil Almighty. The term captain never sounded so sweet.
I take her at her word and let go of her hands, my heart a beating drum against my ribs. Part of me is wondering if she’s going to maim me, the other wants to be maimed. But more than anything I just want to lick her senseless.
CHAPTER 21
Maren
I lie back in the grass, finding it hard to completely surrender to him. My body is a firestorm of feelings, heat licking up my skin and making me burn for him. I want to fight him, want to argue, but I also want him like I’ve never wanted anyone before. It’s like all those feminine and ungodly urges that were kept at bay after I turned human are coming out in full force now and taking control of my body.
So I decide to submit.
I let out a sharp cry as I squeeze around his fingers, wanting more of him, all of him and I know he’s grinning at me with that self-satisfied smirk of his. I don’t care. Let him smile all he wants. I suppose he deserves to for making me succumb to him like this, parting my legs for him with ease.
“You’re a greedy little monster, aren’t you, lass?” he murmurs. “Deprived of a good cock for too long.”
I blush again, his words a constant surprise. Some might say he speaks straight from the devil, but I’m discovering I like what the devil has to say.
He starts moving down the middle of me and I’m acutely aware of how large and hard his body is when it’s hovering inches above mine. I can feel the heat coming off him, his hands bringing flames to my thighs as he pushes my shirt up further until it’s bunched around my waist.
My heart catches so high in my throat as his face lowers between the soft skin of my thighs and then, and then…
My gods. I let out a breathy cry as I feel his lips press against my delicate flesh, followed by a wet pass of his tongue.
My mind is blown open.
I’ve never had a man down there before. Aerik hadn’t touched me in a sexual manner for years, but even when things were frequent and physical between us, he was quick and never cared if I came to completion, and certainly never thought to put his mouth on me like this. He would have said it was immoral.
But Ramsay…he’s lapping me up like he loves the taste of sin, the flat of his tongue firm and slick, the sensations becoming too much to handle.
And yet I must watch. I lift my head to see him between my legs and, dear lord, he’s looking up at me now, those stormy eyes staring right at my soul while his tongue tastes, savors me, me over and over again.
It’s so jarringly intimate, this connection that now simmers between us, my submission into his mouth and hands and anything else he wants to use to take me over the edge.
“You like this, luv?” he asks, pausing to blow air along my wet skin.
I yelp, my head going back to the grass as my limbs jerk from the sensation. He lets out a low, rich chuckle, like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. “Want me to keep devouring you like the dessert that you are?”
“Yes,” I whisper harshly.
“Yes please, princess,” he says to me. “Or have you forgotten all your manners already?”
“Yes please,” I say, panting now.
“Ask me for it, Your Highness.”
I raise my head to give him an incredulous look. But he isn’t joking.
“Devour me,” I say. “Please.”
His full lips, shiny with my desire, curl into a grin and then he attacks me savagely with his tongue, swirling and sucking me into his mouth.