Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 819(@200wpm)___ 656(@250wpm)___ 546(@300wpm)
His teeth tugged at her lower lip and then bit down. That same spot. Right on his mark. He pulled her lip back gently with his teeth. He loved her mouth. Loved the shape of it. The look of it. The feel of it. “I could kiss you forever. There are so many things I want to teach you,” he whispered against the silk of her lower lip, right over the little mark his teeth had made.
“There are so many things I want to learn,” she whispered back. “I catch images from your mind and they’re so erotic, Savage.”
She was killing him. Slowly killing him. Once she’d made up her mind to give herself to him, she did it all the way. He kissed her again, slow. Taking his time. Breathing for both of them. Exchanging fire. Passion. Giving her the promise of his absolute loyalty—even more. When he lifted his head, her blue eyes were wide with shock.
“You have perfect tits, Seychelle, perfect nipples.” He kissed his way down to them, sucking her left one deep into his mouth, using his tongue to flatten her nipple while his fingers tugged and pinched her right one. He created a wave of sensations, flooding her body with so many different new needs, feeding her passion. She was exceptionally responsive to nipple play. He switched sides, his mouth on her right breast, his hand at her left. She moaned and pushed herself into his mouth, a desperate needy sound escaping her.
His tongue lapped at her. He found himself getting lost in her breasts, the symmetry, the rounded curves that jutted so perfectly out and thrust into his palm, begging him for attention. He couldn’t stop himself from taking things further. He’d thought of her body so many times, the way it would feel to have her breasts just like this, his mouth on her, his hands. Belonging to him.
His teeth caught at her right nipple, closed like a light clamp and tugged, while his fingers pinched, doing the same to her left. She gasped, her eyes going wide, looking down at the sight, just as he flicked a glance up, trying to take in the beauty of her nipples pinched and elongated, waiting for his art, waiting to learn what would make her body come apart for him.
“That’s too hard, too much, Savage. It hurts,” she whispered, arching her back, pushing her breasts deeper into his mouth, trying to get away from his teeth and fingers.
“Does it, baby?” He licked at her nipple, soothing the sting. His voice turned to a velvet lure. “Does it hurt bad or good? Like the spanking? Is your sweet little pussy on fire?”
His hand slid between her legs, his thumb massaging her clit, his finger sliding into that tight, slick tunnel. It was so hot. So moist. Her muscles clamped down on him. “I think you like it, Seychelle.” He kissed her nipple and deliberately used his teeth again, this time biting gently and tugging, feeling the hot liquid coating his finger. “Yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you? You like it a little rough. Your tits were made just for me, and I’m so in love with your nipples. Do you have any idea the things I can do to make you wild?”
He lifted his head and looked down at her, knowing his gaze was possessive, filled with a dark lust he couldn’t hide and didn’t want to. He wanted her to see she was the only woman he truly wanted. He really needed. She had been worried he wasn’t physically attracted. “Baby, I know you feel what I’m feeling. You see inside of me. I can’t fake this kind of need for you. Or this kind of emotion. It’s been growing ever since I first laid eyes on you.”
She blinked, her lashes wet, spiky and turned up so that he couldn’t resist leaning down to lick at her stinging nipple, swirling his tongue around her areola and then pressing kisses over that perfect rounded globe before lifting his head.
“Tell me what your body is feeling.” He whispered the enticement.
She took a breath, but her gaze stayed melded to his. “Hot. A little out of control. I can’t keep still because I’m feeling a burning sensation that’s getting worse, and a coiling tightness that’s becoming a terrible pressure.”
“And when I bite down on your nipple? When pain mixes with pleasure?” He pushed her for the answer. He’d been mostly gentle, but a couple of times he’d tested her to see how her body would respond to what he needed. How fast or slow he would have to go with her. He wanted to go slow, but that wasn’t going to happen, not as slow as he’d like.
“At first I thought it hurt too bad and I wanted to cry, but then it felt amazing, like this heat wave rushing through my body and centering low, as if all my blood pooled there. I thought for a moment I might even climax.”