Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I nodded but reached up to grab his face with my hands. We weren’t through with this conversation.
“I don’t want you giving up your home because you think I need some fancy house that I can decorate,” I told him.
Blaise shoved my legs open as his gaze grew darker. “You are my fucking home, Madeline. You. Not this house. You,” he said, then ran his finger over my swollen clit.
I whimpered. I wanted that to be true. I wanted to be his home because there was no doubt in my mind that he was mine. Even with the bad things he had done, I wanted him.
“When you were gone, so was my fucking soul. I live for you now,” he said, then thrust two fingers inside me.
My hands moved from his face to his shoulders as I gasped.
“And this. Your pretty face keeps me human, your sweet smile calms my rage, your smart mouth keeps me sane, and this hot little pussy owns me.”
While that wasn’t Shakespeare, it was pretty poetic, coming from a man who killed people regularly.
“I love you,” I said as he began to slide his fingers in and out of me.
“I thought I loved you,” he whispered. “But I’m well fucking beyond that now. I worship you. Fucking adore you. Now, lie back like a good girl so I can lick this needy pussy.”
I didn’t say anything else. I wasn’t sure there was anything else to say.
Lying back, I watched as Blaise unzipped his pants and shoved them down, freeing his erection before he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. As his head lowered, every nerve in my body felt as if it were sizzling. At the first touch of his tongue, I cried out his name and grabbed his head. He flicked at my sensitive clit several times, then tasted me like I was in fact his meal. My body trembled as it climbed toward the sweet ecstasy that I knew would come.
“Blaise …” I moaned his name, loving the sound of it.
He tilted his head back so that he could see my face as he continued to drive me wild with his mouth. The lust swirling in his eyes was exciting and wicked. I loved when he looked at me like that. I wanted to do everything he asked of me. Not because I had to in order to make him happy, but because his pleasure was mine.
His tongue curled up after one last lick. “When you come, I want it on my dick,” he said as he stood up and moved me so that he could slide inside me easily.
Each of his hands grabbed my ass and jerked me up against him, and he sank deeper inside me.
“I swear if I could just keep you here like this all the time, I fucking would,” he groaned.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began rocking inside of me. He didn’t go fast, but instead took his time. Driving us both crazy as our climax built slowly. He bit the curve between my neck and shoulder, and I let out a sharp cry as he sank his teeth in. It hurt, but somehow, it also sent jolts directly to my center.
Blaise lifted his head with a sinful grin on his face. “Fuck, I like biting you,” he said in a deep voice.
The coiling promise of euphoria tightened between my legs, and as it slammed into me, I grabbed Blaise’s shoulders. My body jerked against him as I cried out. Blaise’s shout came almost immediately after, and I felt the warmth of his release spill into me. His hips lurched forward, and a tremor ran over his body.
I wrapped my arms around him and laid my cheek against his chest. He pulled me closer, holding me. We stayed that way as our pulses slowed and our bodies relaxed. I was sure I had a mark on my neck again, but I didn’t care. If that got him off, biting me like an animal, then I liked it.
“Sometimes, I fear I’m going to fuck you to death,” he said near my ear, and I laughed.
Pulling back, I looked at him. “There are worse ways to go,” I teased.
He smirked and then pulled out of me while keeping his eyes on my entrance. His depraved need to see his semen leak out of me was also something I liked. If that did it for him, then he could do it every time.
When his eyes lifted to meet mine, I saw the territorial gleam in them.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I told him.
It seemed to ease the monster inside him.
Thirty-Four
Blaise
Huck was standing outside the black SUV he drove with his arms crossed over his chest and the metal flashing at his hip. I glanced back at the door to make sure Madeline hadn’t followed me. She had been running her bath water when Huck called me to tell me he was outside.