Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"Goddamn," he roars, dropping to his knees right there. Somehow, he makes it up the last two steps before he lays me out on the plush rug.
His body veers away from mine for a moment and something clatters to the floor. Before I can open my eyes to find out what, he's back, pressing his hard body to mine.
"Arms up," he growls against my lips.
I obediently lift them over my head, my back arching when he dips his head to bite my nipple again. Two seconds later, he wraps a strand of Christmas tinsel around my wrists, loosely binding them with the pliable, festive plastic. He ties the loose end to the balcony.
"Maybe now you'll behave." He carefully checks to make sure he didn't tie it too tightly. He didn't. Once he's satisfied, he gives me that sexy smirk, his eyes running over me. "Mm. It looks better on you than on the staircase, sweet December."
"Alaric," I groan.
"You bit me."
"I'm sorry."
"Liar. You aren't sorry yet, but you will be." He kisses a trail down my body, using his lips, and teeth, and tongue to drive me wild. Just when I think he's going to kiss any of the places I desperately need him to go, he moves away, tormenting me. Within minutes, my entire body aches with the need to come. Every kiss, every lick, every touch feeds the frenzy, driving me higher.
"I'm sorry," I sob, breaking beneath him. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"Now, you mean it," he murmurs against my skin, placing a sweet kiss to my belly. "Now, you get to come, angel." He reaches for my leggings, slowly peeling them down. He takes my panties with them.
I lift my hips, eager to get them off.
"Careful, sweet December," he croons when I wince. "Your knee is banged up." He gently works them over my scraped knee and then presses his lips to the scratches he doctored earlier. They aren't deep, but they burn.
I shiver beneath his touch.
"You feel me everywhere, don't you?"
"Yes."
His lips quirk into a smile. "I like knowing that. I want you to feel every touch, every moment." He runs his hands up my thighs, parting them. "I intend to wreck you."
"W-wreck me," I whisper. "I want it, Alaric."
"Fuck," he groans, his gaze settling on the wet, needy flesh between my legs. He pushes his way between my thighs as if in a trance, unable to look away. "I want to eat it. Tell me I can eat it."
"Yes," I sob."
He growls, lowering himself to the floor. His eyes hold mine in silent command as he flicks his tongue out and takes his first long lick of me. I shout his name, babbling it to the heavens as a bolt of pure decadence shoots through me.
He makes a sound I'll never forget and clutches me to him. I thought he kissed me like he intended to get me addicted to him, but I was wrong. He eats me like I'm the last meal he'll ever taste. He makes love to my pussy with his mouth, his eyes locked on me the whole time. I feel every lick, every touch, every moment.
I come on his tongue, screaming his name.
Chapter Twelve
Alaric
Irip the tinsel off December's wrists, dragging her into my arms as she moans and trembles her way through her orgasm. Fucklust roars through me, threatening to consume me alive. I need in this girl now. Before I rip this goddamn mansion down around us.
"Hold on," I mutter, clutching her to my chest as I stumble to my feet.
We make it four feet down the hall before I feel her hands on my cock through my pants.
Fuck it. We'll make it to the bedroom later.
We fall into a heap on one of the thousand fucking chairs in this house. Her bra goes first, followed by my shirt. They land on the floor at our feet, the scattered remnants of our feast. And I do feast. Fuck, I gorge myself on her delectable body. On her perfect mouth.
I attack her lips again and again, drinking from her mouth like she's a thousand-dollar bottle of wine. She drinks from mine the same way, practically purring on my lap. Her hands run all over my chest and back, setting my fucking soul on fire.
"Never again," I growl, lifting my hips to work on my jeans. "You're never allowed to take your fucking hands off me again."
"Deal," she whispers. And then, ah, Jesus. Her mouth. That perfect mouth follows her hands, kissing a trail down my chest.
I practically sob when my goddamn button finally slips free, allowing me to yank my jeans down my hips. My cock springs free, so hard it hurts. Christ, I hurt for her. I taste her on my tongue. Feel the heat of her cunt against my thigh. She's everywhere, and I'm dying the sweetest death.