Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Jesus Christ, Pimlico.” His eyes shot wide, drenching me in pure, potent lust. The muscles in his stomach stood out in stark relief. His dragon almost distorted with how he braced himself.
Another lick. A deeper suck.
And his voice rained again, this time thick and lost to me. “Stop. Unless you want me to come. I’m seconds from—” He groaned as I unsheathed my teeth and bit him gently.
The tell-tale ripples of a release flickered beneath my fingers. For a moment, I wanted to finish him. To take that for me. But another part—a small sadistic part—wanted him to linger in lustful agony.
Pulling back, I wiped my lips, staring up his wicked torso to tortured eyes.
He sucked in greedy breaths, clamping down on the climax I’d left him to fight. When he could finally talk, he growled, “That was cruel.”
A triumphant smile spread my lips.
I never expected to feel proud or in charge from licking something I used to hate. Wonders had never ceased.
“You took that from me, little mouse.” His mouth spread into his own smile; only his was calculating and dark. “Time to return the favour.”
I frowned.
What? How?
“Sit on my face.”
I reared back. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He pushed down the bed a little; his arms strained straight. “Come here.”
“I-I don’t understand.”
His eyes blazed. “What don’t you understand?”
“I’m naked. If I sit on your—”
“I’ll be able to do for you what you just did for me.”
“No way.” I scrambled off him. “I’ve never….No one has—” I shook my head. “No, I’m not comfortable—”
“Doesn’t matter if you’re not comfortable.” He chuckled, slipping more into his role as guardian as well as tormentor. “I told you I want to give you many firsts. Well, tonight I’ll have to give you as many as I can—starting with you sitting on my face.”
My tummy somersaulted. “I won’t.”
“You will.” His eyebrows jerked into a sullen scowl. “I want to taste you. Get over here.”
The very idea of doing something so vulgar upset every value I had left, but beneath that horror was the small question of what a tongue would feel like down there. What Elder’s tongue would feel like.
Seconds ticked past as quickly as my heart.
“I won’t ask again.” Elder rattled the bedhead with his rope-tied wrists. “Come here.”
The only thing that made it remotely possible for me to put aside my embarrassment and behave was Elder’s command. I held onto his voice as I moved on all fours up, up, up the bed.
I gulped as I looked down on him. “Are you sure?”
“More sure than anything. I’ve been dying to do this since the day I saw you.”
When I didn’t move, he ordered, “Straddle me—just like you were doing before.”
A pounding began in my head, but I managed to lean forward and grip the bedhead. With jerky motions, I opened my legs and gradually straddled his neck.
His gaze locked on my pussy, bare and spread for him.
I couldn’t look.
Closing my eyes, I clung to the bed full of wrongness.
“Come closer.” His breath tickled the inside of my thighs.
I was close enough, thank you very much. Any closer and—
“I want to lick you, little mouse. My tongue wants to bury itself deep inside you. Don’t deny me that.”
Oh, God.
Forcing myself to do what he commanded, I shuffled forward until his breath skated from inner thigh to core.
I flinched as he pressed a delicate kiss on my leg. “Now lower until you feel me.”
I hated this. Positively hated this.
My legs bunched as I descended. This was dirty and stupid and—
Holy shit…
My head lolled forward the second the wildest sensation touched me. Hot and wet and dexterous.
Beneath me, Elder groaned as I cried out.
Never in my life had something been so insanely incredibly wanted. So quick to change my opinion. So fast to admit that I didn’t hate this. Not at all. I loved this. I wanted this.
More.
More.
More.
I’d been missing out.
What was this wizardry?
Elder’s tongue was more skilful than any finger, more hypnotising than any kiss. It dipped inside me, swirled around me, worshiped me, corrupted me, claimed me in every dimension.
I became nothing more than two hands holding the bed and whatever Elder wanted me to be. My hips began moving in time with his thrusting tongue. My mewls and pants falling whenever he speared up and filled me then pulled out and bit me.
I was glad he was my first.
No one else could do this better.
I’d already told him I loved him for everything that he’d done. I hadn’t told him I loved him for him—for pushing my boundaries and showing me heaven lived behind the doors I was too afraid to open.
With him between my legs, I fell in a different kind of way. I tumbled from safety and let his tongue direct on when I landed. I fell in a romantic way. A heart way. A way that made me swell and burn and cry out from the beauty of it.