Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 374(@300wpm)
“I like it,” he whispered, rubbing in a firm, slow motion. “I like the push and pull of our power merging.”
His fingers left me for a moment to yank free the button on my jeans—one-handed, because he was still driving, something that only made it hotter. He pulled down the zipper before running his fingers along my skin. They dipped into the lacy fabric of my panties.
“I like the rush of heat I feel from you in our bonds,” he murmured, running his fingertips along my wet center.
I let my eyes flutter shut and leaned back, giving him more access.
“I like the feeling when your gargoyle willingly submits and demands to be compensated for it.” His fingers did lazy circles, stroking me. “I like providing that compensation…”
His fingers sped up, working me higher. I clutched the leather of the seat. My breath came faster, and my hips moved to the rhythm of my pleasure.
“With my mouth,” he finished, and I let out a tortured moan as the ache for him increased beyond what I could bear.
I groaned as his finger dipped inside. He rubbed firmly, right where I needed it, but it wasn’t enough. Without him working to get our bodies thoroughly intertwined, it could never be enough. Not with him.
Lost as I was to his ministrations, I didn’t feel the car stopping. I did feel his hand ripping away, though, leaving me empty. My door opened, and then he was there, lifting me into his arms and covering my mouth with his.
“You aren’t going to like what you see in the morning,” he murmured against my lips, crossing onto Ivy House soil. “Or maybe later tonight, after the meeting.”
I squeezed my arms around his neck. “What does that mean? I’ll always think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
His lips curled under mine as Ivy House opened the door for us. He took the stairs quickly, heading to my room.
“I love you, thank you, but that’s not what I meant.” He kicked my bedroom door shut behind him and didn’t wait to cross to the bed. He swung me around and let me slide down his body at the same time, his lips devouring mine.
At any other time, I would have paused to ask what he meant, but I was desperate for him. I fumbled with the buttons on his pants as he pushed my jeans down. He bent, trailing his lips down my neck, giving me a little bite, until my jeans and panties were at my ankles. I worked them off as he pulled my shirt from me, then he unclasped my bra in no time and fastened a hot mouth to the hard peak of my breast.
I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled, bunching the fabric at his shoulders. He leaned back to strip it off, allowing me to view his hard, gorgeous body. Only for a moment, though, because he immediately leaned in and started trailing scorching kisses down my skin. When he reached my knee, he pushed my legs open, and then his tongue was feathering my center. He licked and sucked as his fingers worked.
With a fist in his hair, I pushed my hips up into him, savoring the exquisite feeling. The pressure within me built higher, and dancing lights fluttered behind my eyes. I moved faster as he worked harder until I was right there, on the edge.
“Not yet,” he commanded, his power rippling through me. “Don’t finish until I say you can.”
My whine was mixed with a moan as he backed off a little, teasing me.
“Yes,” I drew out, rocking into the flick of his tongue. “No,” I moaned as he kept backing off.
My body was strung out. Desperate. So keyed up.
Two fingers slid in deep as he gracefully rose, keeping me right where he wanted me—on that precipice, eager to jump. To fall. To turn end over end, deep into the abyss of pleasure.
His thumb barely touched down as his fingers moved, and then his mouth was back on mine. He moved between my legs, slow but deliberate, taking control. He hoisted me up and pushed me against the wall, almost roughly. His hard length rubbed against my throbbing center.
I breathed out in delirious expectation, something primal within me relishing my mate’s dominance, both now and earlier. Relishing his strength and power. This wasn’t just my gargoyle talking, either. It was the joy of having someone look after me the way I’d looked after others all my life. It was his way of making me feel safe in a world that had always treated me like prey.
I clutched his shoulders, struggling to get my legs a little higher, a little tighter around him, and he grabbed my neck, locking me in place. I relaxed within his hold, trusting him implicitly. His lips moved over mine, consuming me, and then he thrust.