Betrayal Road – Torpedo Ink Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
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Elated that she was getting to him, giving him pleasure, she did as he said, doing her best to take him deeper. There was a lot of him to take, but she focused on the shape and feel of him. On giving him her complete attention. She was very good at details, and her tongue had mapped each zone where he was highly sensitive.

She loved what she was doing, giving him an experience. He may have had the same thing a thousand other times, but she was the one who wanted to bring him the most pleasure she possibly could.

He swore under his breath, exciting her more. She loved that she was getting to him, shaking his control. She moaned around his cock, sending a delicious vibration through him. She worked at each of his most sensitive places, getting her reward when his body shuddered and his cock grew hotter and thicker.

“Never felt anything like this, Zelie,” he praised. “You’re working me and giving me something I’ve never had. All because I matter to you.” He sounded a little shocked that he could matter to her.

How could he not realize he had fast become her world? She would try to find a way to give him the moon if that was what he wanted.

“You really do want to please me. That shocks the hell out of me.” That soft velvet tone gave way to a sexy rasp. “Perfection. Seriously. You’re so damned beautiful.”

She loved that he thought so, but she loved what she was doing. Her mouth on him. The taste and scent of him. The way she could make his body shudder with pleasure when she tightened her mouth around him and sucked hard or used the tip of her tongue to dance along the sweet spot that had his hips making shallow, almost frantic mini-thrusts.

“Need to take over now. I’m going to go a little deeper. Don’t panic on me. Trust me to give you the air you’re going to need.”

She did trust him. She loved that he was decisive. That he was commanding. She needed him to take control and tell her what to do.

“Want you looking at me and nowhere else. I can read you, baby. I’ll know if you start to panic or want to stop.”

She couldn’t imagine wanting to stop. She actually felt powerful and as if she were giving Andrii something special. She loved that, and she loved looking into his eyes while he was feeding his cock to her. She could see the dark, carnal lust mixed with something too close to adoration. And love. It was there, stark and real, for her to see.

“Suck and use your tongue and relax for me.”

She was very wet between her legs, her body on fire. There was no way she would take her gaze from his, not when he had that dark hunger carved deep into the lines on his face. His eyes were hooded and vividly intense as he slowly withdrew. His hands went to either side of her head, positioning her the way he wanted. Then he pushed his cock into her mouth again, holding her still.

He filled her mouth, pushing deeper. She never would have been able to do such a thing on her own. Never. His cock felt heavy on her tongue and filled the space in her mouth, stretching her lips. He held himself still, allowing her to suck hard. Very hard. She needed to give him this pleasure more than she needed air.

Her gaze clung to his to see his reaction, and she was instantly rewarded when a fine sheen of sweat covered his chest. When every muscle stood out in definition. When his eyes went molten. He looked like the epitome of sensuality to her.

He pulled back, allowing her to breathe, and then he pushed in again, thrusting this time, the action causing a rush of hot liquid between her legs. She used her mouth and tongue as best she could, catching his rhythm so she could suckle hard and tight. That got her feral growls. The sounds made her aware of her breasts aching and her body burning up in a fever of need. Tremors ran through her. For a moment she was tempted to use her fingers again, but he was far more important to her than her own satisfaction.

He sank deeper, so scorching hot he felt like a brand. So thick she worried she might not be able to use her tongue the way she wanted on the underside of the broad crown. She hollowed her cheeks, feeling his cock pulse. Jerk. His body shuddered, his thigh muscles rigid. He withdrew abruptly, and she made a single sound of protest.

“Want your sweet little pussy, baby. Get on your hands and knees. Hurry.” His hands were already moving her, spinning her around, yanking her hips up and shoving her head down toward the covers. He kept one hand between her shoulder blades as he surged into her. A hard, claiming thrust. That was all it took, and she detonated. He kept pounding into her right through her first orgasm and then her second.


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