Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 119942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
A moan slid out of Harper as the icy finger drove inside her. She couldn’t help arching into the slow thrusts, so wet and on fire. Her thighs trembled as the friction built, threatening to tumble her into an—
The finger dissolved, leaving her pussy throbbing. She felt red-hot inside, and so unbelievably empty it hurt. She barely held back a sob.
“Only I can give you what you need, Harper.” He’d put the ache there, and only he could take it away. “Come to me.”
Harper might have cursed the dominant fucker, but that would only make him torture her a little more. There was only so much defiance he would allow, and she’d learned just how far she could push.
As she rose and moved to stand between his thighs, Knox praised, “Good girl.” Snapping open her fly, he shoved down her jeans and panties. Once she’d kicked them and her shoes aside, he gripped her hips and lifted her, positioning her right where he wanted her. “The brand on your pussy is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Be still.” He lashed her clit with his tongue.
Her fingers knotted in his hair. “Knox.” His tongue eased the burning as it slipped between her folds, licking and lapping, but it also began to build the friction once again. As he suckled her clit, her head fell back. “I’m gonna come.”
Knox moved her to straddle him. “Not until I’m in you.” He draped his arms over the back of his seat. “Fuck yourself on me, Harper.” She took him inside with one slow, downward, spiral thrust that almost made him come. “Give me your mouth.”
Gripping his shoulders, Harper kissed him just as she began impaling herself on his cock, loving how it stretched her oversensitive pussy just right. He forced his tongue inside her mouth, made her taste herself as he devoured and dominated.
He bit her lip hard. “You want me to come in you, Harper?” She moaned her assent. “Then work for it.” Their mouths stayed locked as she increased her pace, slamming herself down on him. They shared breaths, pants, and groans. He sensed exactly when her orgasm was close. “Wait.”
“Will you just let me come this one damn time?” she griped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
“Wait.” He grunted as she clenched her inner muscles around him in revenge. His demon was both amused and irritated by that.
Harper froze mid-thrust as Knox’s eyes bled to black. The demon didn’t look pissed, but it definitely looked a little piqued. Shit.
“Sneaky little sphinx,” it commented.
“I get a free pass on my birthday, though, right?”
It chuckled, and it was an odd sound; flat, yet not humorless. Then Knox was back. She was about to speak, but he arched a displeased brow.
“Who told you to stop?” he demanded, smacking her ass; her pussy clamped around him and soaked him in a rush of cream. “I said wait, not stop. Ride me.” She mumbled a curse, but he let it slide – mostly because she was frantically impaling herself on his cock. The feel of her so slick, burning hot, and almost painfully tight around him was too much. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Make me come, Harper. Do it,” he bit out. “Then you can come.” Her movements turned erratic and her hand slid to his nape as she kissed him hard. Her hold wasn’t tight, but his nape began to heat until it was burning and it felt like tiny needles were stabbing his flesh. The bite of pain instantly became pleasure. He opened his eyes to see that hers were black – her demon had branded him, he realized.
“Fuck.” Just as Harper resurfaced, Knox cinched her hips and repeatedly slammed her down on his cock. His climax barreled into him, making his fingers dig into her hips as he thrust deep and filled her with everything he had. As she came hard, she bit his neck to muffle her scream. Sated, she then sagged against him, arms flopping to her sides. “Your demon branded me.”
“Yep. Does it bother you?” she asked cautiously.
“Of course not.” The demon had every right to brand him. And it was a huge fucking turn-on. He liked that Harper and her demon were possessive of him. “I’m intrigued about what the brand looks like.”
Once they were both cleaned up and had their clothes back in order, Harper took a look at his nape. “I’m not so sure you’re gonna like it.”
“Describe it.”
“Well, it’s sort of tribal. Has solid black lines and pointed curves.” She’d done tattoos similar to the brand. “One of the curves has wings and the head of a sphinx – which looks uncannily like me. Hang on a sec.” She snapped a picture with her cell phone. “See.”
Knox turned to look at the photo. “I like it.”