Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I nodded, licking my lips as I caught my breath.
“Open up.”
The demand sent a razor-sharp thrill of pleasure straight down my spine.
I obeyed, and the look in his eyes as he slid his cock into my mouth?
It was my undoing.
Because I might’ve been taking orders from him and absolutely loving it, but the look he gave me told me I was the one holding all the power here.
I opened wider, and he slid in and out, pumping into me like he had last night. I whimpered, my entire body sparking to life with each thrust, each tightening grasp in my hair as he lost himself to the way it felt. His eyes stayed on me, watching, gauging every reaction. I dug my nails into his thighs, letting him know how much I was enjoying this, being this for him, being wanted by him this much.
God, I loved it.
Gareth groaned, pulling out quickly.
“Up,” he demanded.
I rose to my feet, and he untied the sash on my robe, prying it open, his eyes raking over every inch of my bare skin.
“So many pretty places I can mark,” he said, looking at me. “Which spot do you want me to mark first, angel?”
I shivered with anticipation, then pointed to my breast. The mark he’d left there a week ago had faded.
“Again?”
“I want it back,” I said.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, and it was his turn to drop to his knees, giving him the perfect angle to suck—
“Oh!” I gasped, bracing my hands on his broad shoulders as he sucked on a tender patch of skin on my breast, the pain-laced pleasure zapping through me like a lightning bolt.
He pulled back, admiring his work, and I did too. Adrenaline made my head spin at the sight of the red mark, his mark. Warmth pooled between my thighs, and as if he could sense it, he slid his hand between them, stroking through my wetness.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, gasping as he dipped his head lower, licking up my slit.
I almost lost my balance, but one second he was on his knees and the next he was standing before me. He spun me around, walking me toward the bed before he bent me over the side.
“Mmm,” he murmured, sliding his hand along my spine in smooth, possessive touches. “Your perfect at every angle,” he said, his hand gliding around my hip and between my thighs.
“Gareth,” I gasped as he slid two fingers inside me, pumping rapidly as he dug the heel of his palm into my aching clit. There was no slow edging this time, only brutally beautiful pleasure that built and built with every thrust of his fingers, his teeth grazing my back as he bent over me. “I want you,” I begged, rocking against his hand.
“Don’t worry,” he said into my ear. “That slick pussy will get my cock the second you come on my fingers.”
Damn, when he talked to me like that, I felt wild.
I felt unhinged.
I felt—
He curled his fingers, pressing against my throbbing clit with the perfect amount of pressure to set off a chain reaction that had me convulsing, a moan ripping from my lips as my orgasm tore through me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he said, pulling his fingers from me. In seconds, he had a condom on and was sliding into me with such a gentle ease I trembled.
He paused once he sank to the hilt, filling me, stretching me, the burn so damn delicious.
I fisted the sheets, my desire amplified after having him in my mouth, having his hands on me, his teeth, his marks. Pushing back, I started the movement, and his hands flew to my hips.
“I’m fine,” I assured him when he continued to hesitate inside me. “You feel amazing, Gareth. You don’t have to be gentle—”
He thrust into me, taking firm control as he rocked into me with agonizing slowness, his full, thick length dragging in and out of me with such teasing that my thighs shook.
“Gareth,” I groaned, the shift in pace so different from the fast orgasm he’d delivered moments ago. “Take me,” I said, glancing over my shoulder. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He smirked, his eyes deliciously lust-hazed as he looked down at me. “I am,” he said, gently smacking my ass.
I fluttered around him.
“You want it harder?” he asked, going slow, the sound of my arousal evident between us.
“Yes!”
He bent over me, his bare chest against my back, his lips at the shell of my ear. “Tell me specifically, Serenity.”
“Fuck me harder, Gareth,” I demanded, a thrill rushing through me at the control he was giving me even with me bent over the bed. I didn’t want him to hold back with me, not now. Not ever.
“Fuck, that mouth,” he said.
“You already did,” I fired back.