Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Then she turned to me, her face a mix between apprehension and desire as she straightened her shoulders, as though she were awaiting judgment. As if I might somehow find her lacking. Her long, dark hair fell over her breasts, obscuring her nipples, but I didn’t need to see them to remember their taste.
“You are perfection.” I slid one hand up her side to cup the weight of her breast.
She moaned softly and bit her lip, all signs of apprehension gone.
There were so many things I wanted to do to her, do with her, but this couldn’t wait another single second. I picked her up and sat her on the side of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy. “Are you going to make me ask for what I want?”
“Nope. This is what I want.” I dropped to my knees and locked eyes with her, giving her every chance to tell me no as I dragged the thong from her body.
She nodded and lifted her hips to help, her pulse thrumming faster.
Taste her. Claim her. Take her.
I was fucking working on it.
I spread her thighs, then gripped the toned lengths and pulled her to the edge of the bed. There she was, all pink and swollen and absolutely perfect. “Avi,” I breathed, then I attacked.
One lick and I groaned. Lemon and honey with a hint of salt.
“Hawke!” she cried out, her hands spearing into my hair.
I should have gone gently. I should have teased her, edged her, made her keen and whimper. I should have made her say what she wanted, made her beg so she knew that I controlled her pleasure. Instead, I ate at her because it was my fucking pleasure.
Long licks from her entrance to her clit. Teasing grazes of my teeth. Flicks and swirls all along her sensitive flesh. I used every skill in my arsenal to drive her mercilessly toward orgasm, using her moans and cries as my guide.
Her hips rocked every time I used the flat of my tongue against her clit, and she rode me just as hard as I gave it to her. She was slick, and only getting wetter with every stab of my tongue, every sucking kiss on that sweet little button of nerves.
“You taste like heaven,” I said right on her clit, letting her feel every vibration.
“Oh, God.” She fell back onto the bed, her back arching as her thighs locked around my head.
The taste of her was in my mouth, down my throat, branding itself into my memory, and I only wanted more. I fucked her deep with my tongue, and she gasped. Her pussy fluttered and squeezed as I drank down everything she gave.
Only when her body trembled did I bring my mouth back to her clit and thrust into her with my fingers. Two, then three. I had to prep her so there would be no pain when I took her, only pleasure.
There would be enough pain between us in the coming weeks.
“Hawke!” Her hips drove upward.
I crooked my fingers and rubbed along her front walls, finding her G-spot as I lashed and flicked at her clit.
She came, her cries muffled into a pillow as her body arched under my mouth.
That. That right there was exactly what I’d needed. Hunger stabbed at me, demanding I feed at her inner thigh. Not this time. I wanted my cock inside her the next time my fangs bit into her vein.
My cock throbbed insistently as I rose, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
She looked up at me with wide, lust-glazed eyes. “That was incredible.”
“Just wait,” I promised, undoing my pants while she rose up on her elbows to watch. I bent long enough to unlace my boots and toe them off, and then I took off everything else, leaving me naked as I stood before her.
Her eyes were everywhere, lingering on this scar and that, traveling the lines of my stomach until her gaze found my cock and stayed there.
She licked her lips, and I groaned.
“Can I touch you?” she asked, rising to her knees, bringing our eyes level.
I brought her hand to my chest. “I’m yours.”
Fuck, if that wasn’t true. My protection, my blood, my body. She could have whatever of me she wanted.
She ran her hands down my sides, and I clenched my jaw as she wrapped her hand around my length. She squeezed gently, and I hissed out a breath.
“Too much?”
“Not enough,” I growled, covering her hand with my own and squeezing harder. “That’s the thing about you, Avi. You always leave me wanting more. Needing more.”
She angled her head and kissed me, open-mouthed and deep. Our tongues tangled and rubbed as she stroked me, taking me to the edge faster than I’d ever made the trip before in my life.
“Fuck. Avi. You have to—”