Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I gulp, grabbing for the bed. My fingers don't even close around the bedsheets before he shoves my thighs apart, burying his face between them. He attacks me like I'm his favorite dessert, eating me with relish.
My eyes roll back in my head, my ass lifting from the bed as I instinctively try to get closer to the magic his mouth weaves on my body. I've never felt anything like it before. Oh, my God. What is he doing to me?
"Taking what I should have earlier today," he growls, alerting me to the fact that I'm speaking out loud, questions and praise and gibbering rolling from my lips in an unbroken flood. "I should have dropped to my fucking knees and ate you in that pantry."
I pull the sheets from the bed, clawing at them. Gasping. He drags me closer to his mouth, spreading me wider. His tongue is everywhere, touching places I didn't know existed. He forces the tip of it into me, grinding his nose against my clit.
A surprised shout rips from my lips, exploding in the air around us as an orgasm blasts through me out of nowhere. It hits like a bomb, shattering me into a million little pieces.
Zion doesn't stop. He doesn't even slow.
He just grunts against my center, forcing his tongue deeper. He's a man possessed, driven over the edge by the need to take and claim and glut himself. And I'm his meal.
The second orgasm hits right on the heels of the first, leaving me shaking. Every part of my body is overly sensitive. I feel every cool rush of air, and every scrape of his beard against my skin. It's the most exquisite torture.
"Please," I gasp. "Oh, God, please."
"Don't beg now, angel baby." He pulls one lip after the other into his mouth, licking them clean before releasing them with a loud pop. His eyes rise like suns over my belly, searing me with the wicked desire there. This man isn't a God. He's the devil. And he's after my soul.
God help me, but I'm going to give it to him. Every square inch.
"If you wanted mercy, you shouldn't have cried for me. You shouldn't have made my fucking heart beat again." He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard.
I scream, fighting him and the orgasm this time. It's too big, too powerful. When it hits, it's going to destroy me. I know it is. I feel it creeping over me, threatening to unmake me down to the tiniest quark.
Will I survive? Do I want to?
I don't know how to answer either of those questions. All I know is that he's already slipping into place in my heart, stealing pieces of it that I didn't mean to give to him. And that scares the shit out of me.
So I fight. Harder than I've ever fought before. I scratch and hiss and claw. And come. I come so hard I black out for a moment, losing track of everything. The world, myself. Everything.
If death by orgasm is a possibility, this is the way I want to go.
When I come back to myself, he's still between my legs, still licking me like he doesn't plan to ever stop. Only, he's got one hand wrapped around his massive erection this time, pumping in rough pulls.
He rises up on his knees, roaring as his own orgasm rips through him. His seed splashes out, landing across my mound and thighs. It drips all over my belly, hot and sticky.
And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm in serious, serious trouble here. Because I've never seen anything more beautiful than this warrior with his dick in his hand and his heart in his eyes, giving me every part of himself.
When it's over, he rubs his come into my skin, his eyes locked on mine. He doesn't speak. He doesn't explain. We both know exactly what he's doing. Marking me. Claiming me.
I let him.
He falls beside me a moment later, dragging me into his arms. He's breathing hard as he shifts us around, turning me onto my side to yank my ass right up against his still hard cock. His lips settle against the back of my neck.
"Sleep, Makenzie," he orders.
I close my eyes, obeying without argument for once today.
Chapter Seven
Zion
"Jesus," I rumble, scrubbing a hand down my face.
"Good morning to you too," Makenzie says, wearing nothing but my t-shirt and a smile as she leans against the doorjamb with a toothbrush in her hands. "I thought you were going to sleep all day."
"You're supposed to be in this bed with me, angel baby." I'm pissed that I didn't hear her leaving it. She slept right up against me all night. I barely slept a wink. It was hard to do when I was busy falling in love with every adorable fucking sound she made. Every time she muttered my name, I felt like a god. And every time she pushed that gorgeous ass back against me, I wanted to destroy kingdoms.