Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
But he didn’t rush.
No, he took his time, kissing down the seam of my neck, my shoulder as he lowered one dress strap, then the other. He slowly spun me, his lips raising flames as he trailed them down my spine as he unzipped my dress until it was a puddle of silk at my feet. He held my hand as I carefully stepped out of it, my black heels still strapped around my ankles. The blue in his eyes turned to liquid flame as he trailed the length of my body, pausing at the scrap of black lace covering my center. At the strapless bra and my breasts threatening to spill out of the cups.
“Brilliant,” he said, wetting his lips, and I trembled from the hunger in his appraisal.
I took a step toward him, my hands sliding up his hard chest until I reached his top button. I made quick work of removing his dress jacket and shirt, my lips and teeth teasing the bare skin of his abdomen as I worked my way lower. He hissed as I dropped to my knees, removing his pants and boxer-briefs, and I flicked my tongue over his thick head on my way back to standing.
“Brilliant, cruel woman,” he said, tangling his fingers in my hair as he pulled me against him. He held his mouth a breath from mine and tugged my hair. I arched my neck, completely at his mercy.
“Beautiful, hilarious man,” I teased, the motion of my words making our lips nearly touch. “I love you,” I said again because I couldn’t keep it contained.
The words were his undoing because one second he held us in agonizing anticipation and the next? He was sliding his hands down my hips, hooking them under my ass to haul me up and up until I had to lock my ankles around his waist. I kissed him hungrily, greedy with needing to taste him.
He squeezed my ass as he held me against him, fucking my mouth with his tongue in sweeping strokes that told me exactly where he intended this night to go. A quick nibble on my bottom lip and he laid me on the bed. He smirked that wickedly mischievous grin of his before hooking his hands behind my knees and hauling my ass to the edge of the bed. He walked his fingers up my thighs until he reached the hem of my panties and slid them over my high heels, tossing the lace over his shoulder.
The man dropped to his knees, and the sight of him there, the hunger in his eyes as he settled my legs over his strong shoulders—it was enough to draw a whimper from my lips.
Then he set his mouth on me, and stars burst behind my eyes. The sensation of his lips on my slick flesh, his tongue, teasing, flicking, thrusting in and out of me. I arched into him, fisting the fabric beneath me, holding on as he pushed me farther and farther toward that sweet edge. The one that bordered on ecstasy and pain. The one that I never knew existed before him. The one that I was nearly sure he invented. Because he owned me, body and soul, and god damn he knew how to make me sing for him.
My thighs clenched on his shoulders as feasted on me, switching from sweet and slow to hard and fast like he simply couldn’t get enough of the taste of me in his mouth. The thought spiraled me higher, wound me tighter until I was a coiled spring of heat and gasps and need.
“Connell!” I moaned his name as I writhed beneath him, his arm keeping me firmly in place as he continued to lick and suck at me until I couldn’t see straight. Until I wasn’t sure I’d ever escape this feeling—all tight and loose at the same time.
And then he flattened his tongue against that bundle of nerves, rocking his head up and down until I shattered around his mouth completely. A cry loosened from my lips as I arched off the bed.
Connell stood, his eyes wild in a primal way as he licked his lips. “Delicious,” he said, his voice rough, low.
I panted, my arms limp at my sides, my knees trembling.
Connell snaked one arm underneath my hips, holding me in a raised position off the bed while my upper back remained against the mattress. His other hand guided my legs up and up until my calves rested against his shoulders. Until his hard cock teased the slickness between my thighs.
He gripped my hips, content to tease me with his thick head, slipping in an inch and then quickly pulling back.
Torture.
Pure, delicious torture.
“Connell,” I chided, completely at his mercy in this position.
He smirked. “Annabelle.”
“Please,” I said through clenched teeth when he’d slipped in again only to pull right back out.