Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“You’re so agreeable when you’re coming,” she murmurs against my lips. “No thoughts of murder to be had.”
That startles a strangled laugh out of me. “I’ll murder anyone who interrupts us.”
“There she is, my murderous Lizzie.”
I want to be yours.
She kisses me before I can say the words and ruin this thing between us. We might enjoy each other’s company. We certainly enjoy having sex with each other. But keeping? It’s out of the question. I highly doubt Maeve would have engaged in this affair if we didn’t have a built-in deadline. Why should she? A murderous vampire who treats every situation as one that violence can solve . . . I’m hardly a catch for someone like Maeve.
I never had cause to mourn the person I am. There was a time for that, and it’s dead and gone, turned to dust in some unmarked grave. If I were any softer, any less vicious, I wouldn’t be here today. I’ve never regretted doing what it took to survive.
But, deep down in some hidden part of me, I almost wish things had turned out differently. That I could be the person she deserves. The kind of woman whom Maeve would want for more than sex and as a vicious protector.
She nips my shoulder, slamming me back into the here and now. “Come for me, Lizzie. I want to feel it.”
I love her like this, confident and wicked, her clever fingers winding me up. I drag my fingers down her sides and grip her ass, pulling her closer. Urging her to grind her pussy against my thigh. I’ll get another taste of her, and soon. But this is perfect for an appetizer. “Make me.”
She laughs. It’s light and joyful and filled with a promise I don’t know how to fulfill. Maeve presses the heel of her palm against my clit, hard, and there’s no holding out. I orgasm, pleasure bending my spine and almost making me forget myself enough to bite her. Her throat is so close, perfectly arched and sprinkled with those devastating freckles. I could . . .
I twist and snap my teeth around a pillow. The fabric feels wrong against my tongue, but it’s better than the alternative. Was I just wishing to be soft enough to deserve this woman? What a joke. I almost killed her a few days ago, and all it takes is a single orgasm to have me in danger of doing it again.
Pathetic.
Maeve doesn’t give me a chance to sink into self-loathing. She drags her mouth down my throat, pausing to give me a tiny nibble that makes my thighs clench, and then shifts down my body and pushes my thighs wide. “Your restraint is admirable.” There’s something in her tone, something almost brittle, but she dips down and covers my pussy with her mouth before my pleasure-drugged brain can figure out what I’ve done to upset her.
She eases her fingers out of me and replaces them with her tongue, soft and slick and absolutely decadent. I manage to unclench my jaw enough to free the pillow. Barely. At least she’s out of reach of my fangs now. There’s still the problem of how I’m going to taste her without losing control, but I’ll get to that . . . soon . . . very soon.
She drags her tongue over my center and wedges three fingers into me. “You make me so angry and hot, and I just want to punish you.”
“Punish me?” I blink down at her. I can’t think. “I’m going to come again,” I gasp.
“I know.” Some smugness works its way into her tone. She sucks on my clit and then works it in short, unhurried strokes with the flat of her tongue as she keeps stroking my G-spot with her fingers. By all rights, I should be too sensitized to come again, but one of the perks of quick healing is even faster recovery. We could go for hours if I’m careful with her. Days, honestly.
We don’t have days here in this room. We only have until dawn.
“Maeve.”
She bands one arm over my stomach, holding me in place as she ruthlessly drives me into another orgasm. My brain actually blips, or maybe I black out. It feels like one moment Maeve is between my thighs, and the next she’s at my back, wrapping herself around me and delving her hand back between my thighs.
I shiver. “Maeve, please.” I could break her hold easily, could twist and pin her to the ground, could drive her to distraction the same way she’s doing to me. I don’t. “Let me touch you.”
“It made me so jealous to see you bite her,” she murmurs in my ear. She parts my pussy and drags the tip of her middle finger over my sensitive clit. “To see her get something that should, by rights, be mine.”