Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Hearing that breathy “yes” from her as she came all over his scissoring fingers had humbled him. As well as kicked his proprietary thoughts about her to another level. Rolling them over so she lay beneath him, he levered up on his forearms, caging her in with his weight. His cock was swollen and heavy, balls already drawn up tight against him.
Pulling his fingers from that snug cavern, he dragged them up her belly. He continued along her chest then over her lips where he met her for a kiss, licking her essence off even as he shared it with her.
“Honeyed spice, lioness. That’s what you taste like.”
Her eyes had darkened and he put his nose to hers. He rocked his hips, pushing his cock between her lips, but not actually entering her, coating his length in her wetness. She released him and slid her hands up over his shoulders, nails raking his skin and pushing more need though his veins, replacing the blood there.
“You were made for pleasure. Curves. Softness.”
She swallowed. “Too much softness.”
He snapped his teeth at her and growled. “Lioness, if a man thinks that, he’s not man enough for you. A body like yours, hell, you beg to be taken and taken hard.” He gripped his shaft and lined it up at her entrance. This wasn’t about love, it was purely need. On both of their ends.
She watched him, her expressive eyes alerting him to her uncertainty, but she never shied away from him. Notching the head of his cock in her, he stared in her eyes, searching for any sign of her wanting to stop.
Resting his forehead on hers, he kissed her once. Even this miniscule grip of her pussy on his cock was tilting him off the road of control he was lying to himself about being on.
“Bryn.” A breathless plea.
He couldn’t stop. Inch by inch he pushed inside her, grinding his back teeth as he sank into the most perfect place in the world. Pausing, a teensy voice in the back of his head said he should stop, but he ignored it.
“Watch me, lioness.” He kissed her and pulled back so they could lock eyes once more.
Jaw clenched so he wouldn’t slam into her like his body was demanding, he plumped up a breast and flicked the flat of his tongue over her nipple before sucking it deep. Her moan was heaven. Back and forth he went between the two, licking, nipping, laving and sucking.
Her body softened beneath him, legs widening, and he reached up to reclaim her mouth as he surged forward. She stiffened, fingers digging into his shoulders as he gentled the kiss, coaxing her to dance with him. Allowing her to get used to his size.
She met his tongue thrust for thrust until she drew back and never looked away from him. Eyes wide, lips wet and swollen from his kisses, she shifted against him, heat flaring in her gaze. She nibbled on her lower lip and tried her best to move once more. “Bryn, do something!”
He quirked his lips as he rose up a bit more, reaching down to hitch her leg up on his hip, opening her to him even farther.
“I am.”
“Move.” Frustration and hunger laced her tone. She slid her hands down his back and sank her nails into his ass. “I need… I want… Something else.”
He gave in to his own hunger for her and with a grunt finished pushing all the way inside her. Absolute heaven. Closing his eyes for one moment, he took a deep breath as a feeling of completion washed over him. Quick on its heels was the primitive desire to make her scream his name.
Trembling as he tried to make sure he didn’t hurt her, he gave a few shallow pumps, loving how her eyes widened, her nostrils flared and her nails dug deeper into his skin, like she longed to mark him as he did her. She ran her hands over his back, sighing as she skimmed along his muscles. Not much later she sank those same fingers back into his butt.
Mine! His heart and brain were on the same wavelength and he didn’t have it in him to argue.
The grip of her internal muscles as he pulled back had him grinding his teeth. Fire licked his skin and he swore as he thrust back deep. Her back arched as she gasped.
“Not good enough, lioness. I want your screams.” He snapped his hips, driving himself in and out of her wet sheath.
She moaned and rocked with him, not lying still but rising up to meet his thrusts. Gathering her hands, he pinned them over her head and held her there by her wrists, captured in his grip.
Rosamunde watched him, mouth open, panting breaths fanning between them. He loved this, seeing her skin flush with desire, hearing her moans, feeling her clench around him like she was loath to allow him out of her. Her full breasts bounced as he drove harder into her.