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 heart jumped. She was perfect for him. That honesty he would always be able to count on. The way her body reacted to his needs. He’d known it the moment she’d touched him and forged that connection between them. He’d seen it in her eyes, the curiosity. The need. The start of a dark desire. He just had to bring her into his world carefully. Lovingly. Make certain every single time the pleasure outweighed everything else. He nuzzled her breasts with the bristles along his jaw. “I can’t wait to clamp you, baby. You’re going to love how it makes you feel.”
He continued to move down her body, kissing his way along her ribs and then her belly, his teeth nipping occasionally, not always gently, leaving little marks, until he came to her smooth, bare mound. Circling her thighs with his hands, he pulled her legs wide apart and settled between them, lapping at that sweet little bare spot he’d created and then her pussy lips.
“Love this so much, Seychelle. I thought I’d never have this. You taste like honey and wild strawberries. Your skin. Your mouth and your sweet, sweet pussy.” He ran his tongue up her inner thigh.
Her fingers went to his shoulders, digging deep. Her hips squirming. Her breath came in ragged little explosions. She didn’t once pull away from him, not even when he nipped her, or when his teeth caught her bare lip and tugged and then his tongue flicked her clit. She gasped and gave him more liquid to lap up, but she didn’t pull away.
“Savage.” His name was a plea.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Before she could answer, he circled, lapped and then flattened his tongue and used broad strokes on her clit until she was writhing against his mouth.
She strained against him, pushing her needy pussy against him. He breathed warm air over her while she moaned and then thrashed when he worked one finger into her tight, saturated folds. He couldn’t stop himself from devouring her. He’d promised himself he’d go slow, but she tasted so damn good and he’d waited so long. Her body’s response was beyond anything he’d hoped.
She sobbed his name and he heard the edge of fear. Instantly, he lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed as tight as her fists.
“Baby, look at me. I want you to look at me and breathe. Relax for me. Open your eyes. Nothing is happening here that you aren’t going to like.” He poured a mixture of command and velvet into his voice. In between his words he stroked his tongue and kisses along her thighs.
At first Seychelle shook her head, but she couldn’t resist his voice. Eyelashes fluttering, she finally focused on him.
“Talk to me, Seychelle. What are you so afraid of?” He rubbed his bristles along her inner thighs and flicked his tongue over her clit. She squirmed in response, liquid drops spilling out for him to taste.
“I don’t know what to do.” Her voice came out in a thin, frantic wail. “I read that women never really orgasm the first time. I just feel this tremendous pressure. A buildup coiling tighter and tighter, and it feels like I’m going to go insane, Savage. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” Her gaze clung to his.
He smoothed his palm down her leg. He should have known. Should have reassured her. “It doesn’t matter what you read, Seychelle. This is us. You. Me. I know what I’m doing. You’re going to have multiple orgasms. Powerful ones. You just relax for me, and when I tell you to let go, you just let go. Trust me. I’ve got you. I’ll be there every time.” He poured reassurance into his voice.
All the while he circled and flicked her clit. Leaned down to lick or stab her swollen, saturated pussy with his tongue. She was so ready for him. It wouldn’t take much, and she was going to fall apart big-time for him. “You understand, baby? You trust me, not some book you read.”
She nodded, her gaze clinging to his. Eyes still on hers, he dipped his head to her very sensitive slit and indulged himself, strumming her clit at the same time. She cried out and jerked in his arms. He took her up slow, feeling the tension in her body build, the miracle that was his woman, then he settled his mouth on her clit, using his tongue as his greatest gift while his finger made a foray into those hot, tight folds.
Her channel felt like a silken fist wrapping tightly around his finger. His cock reacted, pulsing and jerking with need. He felt her body’s automatic response, those delicate muscles racing toward an orgasm as he curled his finger, stroking her sweet spot while his mouth commanded her clit.