Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
She shakes her head quickly as her eyes roll back. “No,” she breathes out. “No one.”
I run my finger through her slickness, feeling this sense of pride wash over me at being the first man to feel her. I use my thumb against her clit, toying with it as I suck along her neck. “I can get you off better than he ever will,” I whisper close to her ear.
Her eyes challenge mine. “Do it,” she says, and I blink back at her.
Did I just hear her right?
I don’t think long and hard about it, but instead, I get to work, feeling her. Touching her. I need to taste her, but right now, in her bedroom, that’ll have to wait.
It may never happen.
All we have is the right here and now. And I’m happy with whatever she gives me.
I continue working her pussy, pushing the tip of my middle finger in. I can barely get it to my knuckle. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I breathe out.
She grips my shoulders, her leg hitching over my hip. “Ledger,” she moans out, and the sound of it turns me on even more.
I grab her leg with one hand, and work her pussy with the other. “You gonna come for me?” I ask her, pushing my finger in and hooking it to reach deep inside her.
She’s mewling, moaning, damn near making me want to ravage her against this door, but this is all about her. Not me. I want to get her off. I need to.
I have to prove to myself—to her—that she doesn’t love him.
Our lips come together in a passion-frenzied kiss. A life-changing kiss. One that will never be able to tame my heart. I’m burning. I’m fucking on fire.
I keep the pad of my thumb pressed tightly to her clit as I try to push another finger into her tight heat. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, loving the way she looks when she’s this turned on.
“Ledger,” she moans out, her hands tugging at the strands of my hair. “I’m so close,” she whispers.
I pull back, just enough that I can watch her go off. But before I can there’s a knock at the door, and I freeze.
Posey reaches down to keep my hand moving against her. Her wide blue eyes stare at me, and I can see that she’s close. Really, really close to coming undone.
So, I keep going.
The knock pounds again, and Bane’s voice sounds from the other side of the thick wood.
“Posey, come downstairs. There’s somebody I want you to meet.” There’s no question about his voice. He’s demanding she come do his bidding.
At this moment Posey’s body tightens, and then she lets loose, her pussy spasming around my fingers.
“I’m coming,” she calls back to Bane, her eyes squeezed shut, and there’s something primal that happens deep inside me. Something feral.
My body comes fucking alive.
I feel like at this moment, I own her.
Me.
I’m the one making her unravel.
Not him.
“Hurry up,” Bane says, and Posey’s eyes crash into mine as her orgasm runs its course.
I want to kiss her. I want to tell her crazy things that I shouldn’t even be feeling right now. I want to tell her that I own her—or at least that I want to, but instead I pull my hand from under her dress.
I bring my fingers to my lips and suck her juices off them.
Posey’s eyes grow wider as a small smile graces her lips. “How do I taste?”
I lean closer to her, bringing my mouth close to her ear. “You taste like you belong to me.” I pull back so I can gaze into her blue eyes, and she doesn’t say anything.
We’re both breathing heavy, and my body is still rock hard.
Reality sets in for Posey, and she pushes her dress into place as she steps away from me.
“I have to go. You need to wait until I leave and then make your way back down to the party.” She points her finger at me. “Without being seen.” She mumbles something about how she can’t believe we did this, and rushes to a mirror over her dresser as she touches up her hair and makeup.
Before she walks out the door, she turns to face me. “That can’t happen again. I’m marrying Bane.” She leaves the room, and I’m left reeling over the whole thing.
I can’t believe I touched her.
I can’t believe how much she enjoyed it.
And now I know she doesn’t fucking love him.
As I wait for the right moment to rejoin the party downstairs, I leisurely wander around her room, my curiosity piqued. I'm not entirely certain what I'm searching for, but I find myself drawn to explore every nook and cranny. My fingers dance lightly over the delicate fairy trinkets adorning her dresser, each one seemingly imbued with a story of its own.