Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I whisper into her ear, “Show me what it looks like when you fall apart.”
Right then, I tug and twist so harshly that she moans out loud, and her body begins to convulse. I hold her steady with one arm while the other continues to play with her nipples, her muscles tensing against mine in sweet bliss.
By the time I’m done, she’s huffing and puffing, and I lean back and look into her eyes.
“I don’t understand. What just happened?” she murmurs.
“You came,” I muse, biting my lip.
Her face turns bright red. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”
I can’t stop the smirk from forming on my face. “You’re more sensitive than any other girl I’ve touched.”
“What?” she mutters.
My hand slips down her chest, and I immediately curl down her panties.
“What are you doing?” She’s still heady from her orgasm, but I know she knows what I plan to do.
“Did you think I was finished?” I groan, and I dive into her panties. “Let me feel how wet that made you.”
The second my hand cups her pussy, her body freezes but then relaxes when my middle finger rests on her clit. I slowly but steadily circle her clit, then slip down her slit to coat my finger with her ample wetness.
I slide back to rub it all over her sensitive little clit, which still thrums with desire. I know she won’t push me away, not when she’s this needy.
So I circle her clit while gazing into her eyes, dying to see that same sweet explosion again. Because that look on her face when she falls apart is everything to me.
Everything about her fascinates me to the point of obsession, and I want her to know.
I want her to know how badly I crave every inch of her skin.
Every breath, every lick, every moan.
I want to consume her very soul.
I want it all and so much more.
But this … this is a good start.
My cock hardens again from her ragged breaths and wetness spreading all over. My finger on her clit flicks back and forth quicker and quicker until her breathing rises and her fingers scratch the walls, desperate for something to hold on to.
“That’s it, beauty, come all over my fingers.”
She moans out loud, and wetness spills from her pussy, covering my hand entirely as I flick her thumping clit. When her breathing finally stops coming in waves, I stop, but my hand is still there, cupping her pussy. The same pussy I can’t wait to bury my already hard cock in.
“Fuck,” I groan, and I press my lips to hers, claiming her mouth too.
These lips of hers were made for kissing. The way she yields when I lick the roof of her mouth is nothing short of pure ecstasy to me.
The more I take from her, the more I need. It’ll never be enough.
Not even freedom could weigh up to this.
My lips separate from hers, and I blink a couple of times, staring into her eyes.
Freedom.
Or this girl.
Never once did the thought ever cross my mind.
Until now.
She stares back at me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, her body still hot from my fingers splayed across her pussy.
And I realize then and there that I crossed a line I wasn’t supposed to cross.
Because there is nothing I live for … except freedom.
But now there is her.
Aurora
Suddenly, Beast pulls away, and I’m left completely confused by what just happened.
One moment, his hands were under my shirt and in my panties, and then the next, they were gone as if they were never there to begin with. As if I didn’t just have the most amazing orgasm. And not just one, but two right after each other.
All because of him and those amazingly skilled hands of his.
The same hands that kill people every day.
I shudder against the wall and push the lust out of my head, forcing myself to come back into the here and now. But damn, is it hard to look away as he drags his pants back up his muscular ass.
I swallow away the lump in my throat and try to cool myself off by opening the faucet and sticking my hands underneath. The cold water feels nice, especially when I splash some of it on my face and drink some.
But the cold can’t erase the heat in my body or the warm glow in my heart.
You did it. You actually did it, Aurora.
When I lift my head again, he’s sitting in a corner far away from me, the look on his face grumpy. As though I did something wrong.
But I didn’t do anything except completely lose myself in the moment, just like him. I know he liked it when I licked him, and I definitely know he liked feeling me up, making me all hot and bothered. The sounds he made were proof.